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| Abby/Abigail Trenton | |
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| Topic Started: May 8 2009, 09:56 PM (45 Views) | |
| Abby | May 8 2009, 09:56 PM Post #1 |
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Character Name: Abby/Abigail Marie Trenton Age: 26 Species: Witch Job: Office Secretary Relationships: A few close friends, minimal contact with her Dad. Family: Her father, Brian, is the only family she has. Physical Description: Abby has a very naturalistic beauty. Her skin tone is warm, but pale, and her eyes are an earthy green. She stands reasonably tall at 5’8” and has a slender form. Her mahogany colored hair is kept somewhat long, and has a natural wave to it, even when she makes no attempts to style it. Abigail’s appearance is the same, down to the last strand of hair in place. Abby’s flawless skin is marred by only one scar on her right forearm, from the time she and Abigail had come face to face. Abigail has a scar on her left forearm from the same incident when the two made contact. These two marks are the only true way of telling the “sisters” apart. Personality: Abby and Abigail differ greatly in their personalities and tastes in fashion, music, men and styles. Abby is more innocent, encompassing the person that has grown from the little daddy’s girl she used to be. Abby has always been a very shy and quiet girl. She cares deeply for others, and is quite a girlie girl. She is quite strong willed, though, and even has a stubborn streak about her. She has no problem getting her hands dirty, and working towards something she really wants, no matter what it takes. Abby finds release in her dancing, as it keeps her connected to her mother…but she doesn’t know where that comes from. She also trusts pretty easily, giving her whole heart way at the sign of someone in need, but lately, incidents with the mirror girl have made her more introverted and guarded, as she feels that others might find her to be crazy if they knew the things she’s seen. Abigail is the old rebel she always was. The result of years of self inflicted torment and despair, she carries a snide air about her, is rather selfish, and now only focuses on her magic. She has lost her reason for magic, and still has that emptiness in her heart. It’s the only thing she does to keep herself from going mad with the time she has. She’s much more edgy than Abby, cold, demanding, proud and selfish. She only ever switches with Abby to feel the rush of power. She’s even pious enough to believe that her switches with Abby are to save her from herself, as she sees Abby as weak, and somewhat undeserving of the life she has on the outside. Skills: Abby’s magical skills are very limited. Although she has potential, she is fearful of what has happened to her, and it has halted her from furthering her skills. It is her weakness of power that causes her to pass out briefly when the switch between her and Abigail is made. Physically, she is quite skilled from years as a dancer. She moves with grace, power, and agility. She does not have very strong fighting skills, but has the potential to learn great things. Abigail on the other hand, is the complete opposite. All of her time in the “mirror realm” has given her time to work on her skills as a witch, with her physical form being left behind every time Abby leaves a mirror. Her mental abilities, and spell casting abilities are strong. She builds her power within the mirror realm, and is able to release it in Abby’s realm. The only problem with that is that she weakens when she is away from her realm for too long, and she is forced to return to the mirror. Physically, her skills are even more limited, as she moves with less grace than Abby, having less time to attain those skills. History: Abby was one of those children who was always fascinated with mirrors. For most of her young life, if a mirror was near by, she’d be looking into it out of the corner of her eye, even if she was talking to someone in the room. It was never a big deal, just a strange phase that many children go through, but unlike others, it would be a phase that she could never fully outgrow. She grew up with no mother, and she never knew why. Every time she asked, her father had a different story…sometimes she left, sometimes he took Abby away with him, other times she was dead…The only truth to any story was the hurt in her father’s eyes. After the age of 13, Abby learned to stop asking. Then came a rebellious phase. No mom to teach her how to do her makeup, no one to talk about the facts of life, no one to dress her for her first school dance, and no one to comfort her the way a mother does when other girls tease you, or a boy breaks your heart the first time…All of those missed moments drove Abby out into the world, seeking something to fill that void she’d always felt. Dance, the one thing that always made her feel connected to her mother, did her no good anymore. By the time she dropped out of high school, at 17, she’d already started drinking, smoking, hanging around with the wrong boys, and getting in trouble with the law. Abby was a mess. And it left her open to dark things, which she welcomed with sick hope that it would finally complete her. Magic came into her life on her 21st birthday. Things that are meant to be have a strange way of finding us, as was the case with the book of spells that had fallen into her lap that night. That year, friends decided it would be fun to stop at a psychic on their night on the town. The psychic was much more than a cheap form of entertainment to some who fancied the idea of “dark arts.” She sensed Abby’s power and potential, and handed her a book only telling Abby that it was “A gift from your mother…” At first, Abby took those words as a sick mockery, but something about reading that book did make her feel closer to her mother, like dance had in her earlier years. The familiar feeling pushed her to continue reading, and learning about the craft. She danced dangerously in the art. She didn’t follow the old traditions of getting a familiar, or heeding the warnings of too much personal gain, it felt too restricting, and who had the right to take her mother away from her again. One night, she’d learned of a spell to put her in two places at once. Someone to send to work and spend her own day doing better things? Sounded great. Abbi, (Now using a new spelling) muttered the words…and fails to remember much after that moment. She woke up with a hangover feeling…but at the same time, she felt totally different. She looked at her life and what surrounded her…dark magic, fake friends, false hope…emptiness filling emptiness. In that morning, it all started to make sense to her until she looked at herself in the mirror. The eyes in the mirror burned with old desires, clinging to those empty promises. That power, still had a pull on her, drawing her closer. She reached out to the mirror, as it rippled at her touch. A flux in time s the spell settled in its first 24 hours. She “fell” through the reflection, into herself and shrieked in pain. Feeling her other half against her skin burned and contorted the skin of her left arm, which she’d raised to defend herself from a fall. Her other half did the same, only oppositely, her left arm being scarred. The contact threw Abby back to her side of the mirror, and the experience left her scared of the demons that black magic left her open to. Abby turned her life around in the next 6 months, even making amends with her father and old friends. She started dancing again. Now 23, and too old for professional dancing, she continued it as an outlet. She’d found a better job, and although she still felt connected to the spell book, it ended up on a high shelf in her closet; out of sight, out of mind. One morning getting ready for work, Abby looked at herself in the mirror to fix her hair. The eyes in the mirror flashed and Abby looked close, making eye contact with the reflection…big mistake. She passed out again, waking up this time in a familiar, but empty place. There were no rumblings of neighbors, no cars outside, nothing. Looking at the mirror again, she saw the reflection run out of the room as she faded into darkness, lost in a dark, empty limbo with only her thoughts…trying to process what had just happened to her. A face appeared on the other side of the mirror again. “Where is mother’s book?!” She demanded, rather harshly of Abby. Afraid of going back to that empty limbo again, she admitted the exact location of the book before slipping into that limbo again, the reflection running away. She came back again, only this time just in view of the mirror, and Abby could see again. The book was even within her reach. The reflection seemed tired when she returned to the mirror. The whole time Abby watched and tried to understand. “Look at me.” The reflection, Abigail, demanded. Abby looked up. “Who are you?” She asked. “Like you don’t know…” The reflection snapped. “Look at me, damnit or we both pass.” Abigail said to Abby. Fearful, Abby looked into the reflections eyes, falling onto the bathroom floor, another blackout in her own realm. The incidences became more frequent and friends became concerned for Abby’s health. She couldn’t tell them about the reflection, her “sister” as she started to call her in her journal. She decided to avoid mirrors when possible. She gave up dance again, and came into herself. Something still pulled her though. A missing sense, a feeling of withdrawal and she couldn’t help but look into the reflections eyes again. Those moments of transition feeling like a rush as she was once again on the verge of being whole in that switch. The longer she waited, the longer she allowed herself to ache for that feeling, the more powerful it felt and the longer it seemed to last…but…so did her times in limbo. She never knew what the reflection did; only seeing her when she was near mirrors. She lives a rather solitary life now, afraid to go shopping with friends, even avoiding some restaurants because of their mirrored walls. She only leaves home now for work, and the occasional necessary outings. While her friends and family see her slipping into madness, silent Abby lives in fear of her own reflection. |
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But I know the difference... between myself and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder... Which of us do you love? | |
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