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Ariadne Everhart

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

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a character in “The Resurrection of Magic”, as played by Imagine That!


Ari Everhart


My name is... Ariadne (A-ree-add-nee) Willow Everhart

But people call me... Ari.

I am... Nineteen years young.

And was born on the... Fourteenth of September

My special power is... the ability to communicate with the dead. Yeah, it's not much, granted, but it can be rather interesting. There's no limitation on who's spirit I can call up to talk to - I once sat there for a little while having a chat with Joan of Arc, just because I had the power to. I do, however, need an item belonging to that person to be able to summon their spirit back to our world, and there's no guarantee that I'll be able to summon them. I can only really keep a spirit around for a maximum of half an hour at the moment, but I'm doing my best to lengthen that time limit - it does however take it's toll out on me, and I feel extremely faint once I've sent the spirit away again. I also don't have to summon a spirit to be able to see them - sometimes, walking around, I'll see a lost spirit, who wasn't able to make it to the other side, and they do seek me out sometimes. It's a hassle, and they don't usually leave me alone until I've helped them. I can't use my powers when I'm tired or sick, as I physically don't have the energy to pull the spirit out of their world, into my own. Also, I do get asked if I'm crazy a lot, as I speak to myself quite often, but I'm not - I'm probably talking to the spirit playing with your hair.

When I perform magic... the air around me tends to go colder, and there also seems to usually be a breeze. This weather change signifies the transportation of a spirit from their world into our own. My eyes also go darker, almost black, as I concentrate on pulling a spirit here.

I quite like...
- Conversations with spirits - as long as they're interesting, and not violent.
- My trademark pink lipstick
- Peppermint - anything flavoured with it.
- Cooking
- Spending time with my family.

I don't much care for...
- Chocolate - I've never been a fan.
- Dogs - they smell, and drool, and poop.
- When it's too cold
- Cinnamon
- People who wear too much cologne or perfume.

My biggest fears are... Contreltophobia, the fear of sexual abuse. Why? Well, isn't this obvious? If not, read the section below, for me please. I also have a slight fear of, and please don't laugh, myself. I don't like how angry I can get - it's scary. All I see is a haze of red, and I can't control it. I'm scared of myself when I'm like that. Finally, I have a small case of Androphobia, meaning, I don't like men. Well, big men, large muscles, tall. I can't stand them. They remind me too much of Kyle...

Don't tell anyone, but... I was hurt. Badly. I don't like to tell anyone how much Kyle hurt me, and I hide it well, but I never want to feel that low again. He used me, took control of my body, beat me... He's also the reason my temper came out of hiding, however. The quote I live by, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" - That, was written for me. I almost killed him, you know. Well, no-one knows, that's why it's a secret, but I did. I was so angry after he had abused me that last time, that I went to his house that night. I kicked that blonde bitch out of his bed, and I beat him within an inch of his life. Needless to say, he never came after me again. He didn't tell on me either, strangely enough.

People say I'm... confident. Extremely confident. Ever since my little.... outburst with Kyle, my confidence has literally exploded. I'm not that shy little girl any more that I used to be. I'm rather social now too - I hate being on my own! I've gone from one extreme to the other. Instead of hiding out in my room, I'll go out to the local clubs with my friends, and talk, and meet new people, and enjoy spending time with others. I'm rather excitable and quite childish, but I try to keep that under wraps when I'm with my family. They're not ones for over-excitement and immaturity, but when I'm alone or at university, it's there and wild, baby! I'm rather girly as well, in the fact that I love to dress up all pretty, work on my hair and do my make-up - it's a fault, really.

Obviously, like most people, I'm not golden and perfect. I can be extremely stubborn; yes, I know most people say they're stubborn when it comes to certain things, but I'm really stubborn. It goes with the immaturity. I'm rather set in my ways, and if I feel something is wrong, I'll stick with that one hundred and ten percent of the way. I'm someone who likes to get to know you, but it can seem like I am badgering you after a while. If I feel that something is wrong, I'll try and get it out of you, to try and help. It's not really the best way to go about things, but it's my way.

Finally, I'm an Everhart, so I'm extremely.... temperamental. If you say the wrong thing to me, I'm likely to snap. My emotions are practically worn on my sleeve, and when something upsets or angers me, I can't hold back that anger that builds up. I don't like to hit people; I find it violent and horrible - I like to hurt people with my words. I'm rather quick with my mouth, and I'm also witty. My comebacks will hurt you more than a black eye will, trust me. I can get violent, as I've spoken about before, but I honestly don't like it.

Before the island, I... I've been through a lot in the last few years, and I'm not the same person I was three years or so ago. I used to hide out in my room twenty-four seven, hiding from my family, from my heritage. I didn't like their anger; it scared me. I much preferred keeping to myself, barely interacting with the rest of my family, unless I had to. I lived in the university dorms, about twenty-miles or so away from home; the first time ever that one of my family has actually gone away to a university. Back home were my parents, Alessandra and Joseph Everhart and my six siblings, one of the biggest sides of the Everhart family; Alexio (26), Khloe (22), Ophelia (17), Theron (15), Zephyra (7) and the newest member of the family, Nikolaos (1). Yeah, my mother's Greek. They weren't too happy with my decision to leave the family home as soon as I could to go and study at university, but at least they didn't mind the degree I was taking - Mythology and Historical Spirituality. I decided to leave as I felt I didn't fit in with my family; I was completely dif
ferent to them. I didn't flaunt my anger, or act as if I was proud of being a Everhart. I attended the family occasions, but would always find a reason to leave early, or at least to sit on my own for a while. The only member of my family I was ever really close to was my cousin, Ace. I didn't even like my siblings all that much, although, it's rather hard not to like Nik and Zephy.

In my first year of studying, I met Kyle, a guy who changed my world around. He made me feel special, like I wasn't just another Everhart child; he knew nothing about my Magical heritage, and even though he thought of me as a "Wiccan", he never had anything against that. I didn't introduce Kyle to my family; there was no point. I was never home anyway. I did however introduce him to Ace, and something didn't click between the two of them. It was as if Ace knew what was going to happen. Soon, Kyle started to change. He wasn't as nice to me anymore, stopped treating me like an equal and his girlfriend, and more like his personal slave to be at his beck and call whenever he needed me. When I tried to stand up to him, he started to hurt me. The first time he hit me, I didn't know what to do - I just burst out crying. He profusely apologized to me, telling me it was a horrible spur of the moment thing, that he felt terrible, and that it would never happen again, and stupid me, I forgave him. It didn't stop though. Soon, I had to start wearing long sleeved tops to hide my bruised arms, and all of my skirts and dresses were pushed to the back of my wardrobe.

However, the first time he tried to sexually assault me, I fought back. I hit him, I punched him, I even though about summoning a ghost to pull him off of me. But, he was too strong. I couldn't fight him. And soon, I just blacked out. When I woke up, it was all over, and he had done it. I couldn't believe what he had done to me, how far he had gone, and so, I left. I gathered all of my things from his little dorm room and stormed out, whilst he just sat there on the soft, smoking a cigarette. That night, I couldn't get the feeling of his hands all over my body off of me. He had taken my innocence, stolen it from me. I just couldn't handle that fact, and something inside me just snapped. How had I let a stupid boy with no magical powers take over my life like that. So, I went back to his place. And I beat him within an inch of his life. I called 911 before I left the room, but let it ring. I knew he wasn't going to say that it was me; he was too scared to. I never heard from him again after that. I started to see my family more, after my confidence started coming back. Now that the angry side of my personality had finally come out, I realized that I had nothing to be scared of. The anger was easily controllable, and it was nothing to fear; it was a part of me, and a part of my family.

I was sitting in my dorm room, working on a protection charm that I had found in one of my old family grimoires when I felt a strange sensation around me. Before I could even react, I blacked out.

Also... I have this tattooed onto my wrist, and this on the nape of my neck. My parents don't know about the neck one, but they approved of the symbolism of the Pentagram. I have my belly button pierced too, but again, something the parent's don't know about. I'm a full on Wiccan, which is quite poetic seeing as we're all magic and what not, and I love it. Finally, my other secret little hobby would probably be that I'm not a bad dancer. I took ballet for years before going to university, and it's so relaxing.

So begins...

Ariadne Everhart's Story