Abigail Clearwater

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Abigail Serene Clearwater;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Ashley

Age: 16

Years of Rping: Three Years

Contact: [e-mail] or through PMs on this site

ID Tag;;

Alias: Abby, Lady Abigail

Name: Abigail Serene Clearwater

Gender: Female

Orientation: Straight

Real Age: Twenty-Three

Physical Age: Twenty-Two

Species: Werewolf

Sire: Abigail was born into this life

Religious Affiliation: N/A

Wealth: Abigail has money, yes, but she does not need it to make her life worthwhile. All of her wealth comes from the clan that she leads, or more so inheritance.

Job: Peace Maker

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:

1. Peaceful Thinking

2. Confidence in Others

3. Fondness for Everything/Everyone

Summary:

Abigail's peaceful thinking skills have always helped her in battle, if discussions lead to that of course. She normally tries to think of a placid way to make everything settle down and go into a way that does not include violence. However, that does not always happen and as such she must fight but use a more peaceful view with her surrounding area. Abigail believes that in everything there is peace, or in everyone, and as such that creates the link with her mind that she needs. Her peaceful ways are what saves most lives, her own included.

Abigail's confidence in others has ended up in the worse possible situations before, but she does not agree with the fact that trust must be earned. Yes; in some cases, as someone breaking her trust in them many times before or someone who takes that trust for granted, Abigail's trust must be earned or reinstated. In those cases, Abigail is lenient in what she has the person(s) do to gain this trust but it is not normally too profound. Abigail is too kind to make people work too hard for her trust.

Abigail's fondness in all living, or undead, creatures on this planet has won over countless beings in her search for peace. Her love flows beyond that of normal human or inhuman means, almost as if she must be ten thousand people to feel all the love she does. However, that is not so. Abigail feels all this love without even hurting from it. Her heart is large and as such, every being in the world that has a thought and can think for themselves has a place in her heart, from the lowly animal to humans, from werewolves to vampires; her heart is a thing that will not stop growing.

Weakness:

1. Readable Expressions

2. Too Many Close Friends

3. Great Memory

Summary:

Abigail's main weakness would be how her eyes always betray what she is feeling. Those emerald orbs show others around her if she is bluffing or telling the truth, more so the truth. However, they also show is she is fearful or happy. Those eyes of hers have always been this way and no matter how much she is trained in concealing these emotions, they continue to inflicted the strangest reactions out of the people she is around. Abigail does not mind that much if her eyes show how much she cares or fears for her friends, but she does mind this weakness in the middle of battle. Her opponent, if they knew her, will always be the ones to defeat her if they look into her very readable eyes.

Since Abigail holds many friends close to her, enemies just have to snatch one up and use them as a hostage. Abigail loves all of her friends, considers them family, and when someone harms them…they harm her as well. Abigail cannot stand to allow others to be harmed in her place. If she must, she will meet Deaths' accommodating arms just to save one of her own, friend or family. Abigail has always been this way, even when she watched her father failing to protect their clan. It has been this way since the first day Abigail was born.

Abigail's memory is perfect. She can remember everything dating back to when she was just a pup. She can remember when her father was slain in front of her and when her mother was carried in on a shield from a vampire attack. If an enemy knew any of this about Abigail, they may have her beat unless it is something that gives her strength. A good portion of these memories give her help in battle, but a few others do not. It depends on the ones her opponent decides to use, but they best be careful.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Curly, long, golden

Eyes: Almond-shaped, sparkling, emerald

Height: 5'5

Marks: There is a cluster of moles of her right calf that make the outline of a crescent moon, this is her birthmark.

Race: White

Skin Tone: Softly golden

Body Type: Slenderly athletic

Clothing Style: Dresses, long skirts, blouses, or hunting clothes (brown pants and shirt with boots)

Footwear: Flats, sandals, boots if wearing hunting clothes

Summary:

Abigail possesses long golden curls all the way down to her mid-back. The curls look more like heavy waves falling down Abigail's back and framing her oval face. Some of these locks even fall into her emerald eyes. These eyes of Abigail's sparkle even in the darkness and are the shape of almonds. Her eyes are the window to her soul, for real, as they always show you what her emotions are. Abigail's full rosy lips are always tugged up at the corners in a small smile, always there unless in time of mourning. The skin that stretches over her 5'5 form is a light gold color and is as smooth and warm as her hair. On her right calf lays a cluster of moles that outline what appears to be a crescent moon. This birthmark is the only blemish to her skin.

Abigail's Slenderly athletic build is normally sheathed in long pastel dresses that reach to just about her ankles. There are times when she will where long skirts and button up blouses. However, more often than not, she will be in her trademark pastel dress. These dresses are comfortable looking and tie at the waist with a small string that comes from the same fabric as the dress and then falls the rest of the way to the floor. From there, Abigail will wear either flats or sandals on her feet for footwear.

There is the odd times where one will see Abigail Clearwater in brown pants and shirt with combat boots on. These are her hunting clothes so do not be alarmed. It is not the end of the world.

Wolf Appearance;;

Eye Color: Midnight Black

Fur Color: Snowy White

Fur Length: About Three Inches

Fur Texture: Soft, almost silk-like

Size: A foot larger than a normal female Artic Wolf

Marks: N/A

Personality;;

Likes:

1. Run

2. Read

3. Think

Dislikes:

1. Killing

2. War

3. Broken Promises

Flaws:

1. Trusts Everyone

2. Out Spoken

3. Appearance

Summary:

Abigail likes, no loves, to run through the forest with her wolf skin on. She enjoys the feel of the wind through her fur and her paws snapping twigs and crushing leaves left and right. She loves to feel the branches brushing out tangles in her long white fur. It's almost as if she was brushing her own golden hair. However, she also likes to read and think. When there is down time for her, which there hardly ever is, Abigail finds herself with a book in front of her nose or her thoughts wondering to only the Great Moon knows where.

Abigail hates, and I really do mean hates, war and killing. Both of these of course go hand in hand. No matter what, the only thing that Abigail can find to hate humans would be their likelihood to start wars amongst each other or other creatures. Abigail knows that it is not just the humans that greed and boredom over come, werewolves and vampires fall prey to that as well. One cannot forget the hatred Abigail holds for broken promises. A promise, she believes, should be carried through and never left to hang in the air without a string to hold it up or to a new destination.

One would say that Abigail's true flaws would be; trusting everyone, being so out spoken about what she believes, and her appearance. Many would say that trust is a hard thing to gain, but as you have already been told, Abigail's trust is out there for all. She cannot trust so many, and she knows this…but she cannot help it. Trust is something that just comes naturally to her. Then being out spoken is another. When Abigail believes in something she sees it as the chance to show the world another road they can take. She does not want to change their ways, no of course not, but she can let them see what ways they can go. And then her appearance holds the last place as a flaw. Abigail knows that her face shows her emotions far too much and as such, she can be in mortal danger. Anyone could find out about her and quickly destroy her, if they knew what to look for that is.

Background Check;;

Family Members: All deceased

Birth Place: Colorado Mountains

Childhood: When her parents passed away

Transformation: Abigail was born into the life of a werewolf

Prey: Animals and nothing else

Moon Tidings: Abigail transforms when ever she feels like it. When she needs to hunt with her clan, she will transform to hunt. However, like every werewolf, Abigail must change when the Goddess Moon calls for all her children to don their pelt.

Other Transformation: Abigail must bite a human to turn them into a werewolf. It would be just a small scratch that would mark a human as her servant.

History:

Abigail Serene Clearwater was born on October 14, 1984 to proud parents Robert and Serene Clearwater. They led the Clearwater Lycan Pack, now called by their daughter the Clearwater Clan, and needed a strong daughter or son to lead their pack when they passed on. They knew that if this child was not strong, or did not grow to be strong, there was no way the pack would follow her.
When Abigail had been born, her mother worried because the infant was so fragile looking. Her pale skin seemed almost translucent and her blond hair was only fuzz. Then her emerald eyes hardly opened up more than a slit. She hardly moved. Serene Clearwater began to worry for many days and nights before the first full moon of her daughters' life rolled around. Serene and Robert did not thing Abigail would make it through the night.

However, the young pup surprised each of member of her pack when she transformed into a whining ball of fluff. Her mother was so pleased that she howled to the Goddess Moon in gratitude and admiration. Her daughter, Abigail Clearwater, seemed to match the vision of the Goddess Moon to the very tip of her tail (pelt or human skin it mattered not).

Abigail grew stronger every day after her first full moon, started finding a voice and finding the lights she needed to make her coloring stand out. Serene and Robert were very pleased with the daughter that they had.

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On Abigail's fifth birthday the entire pack, as was custom to the Princess Wolf, would gather to celebrate. However, this year Abigail didn't want such a fuss. She just wanted her father and mother to take her out for a hunt. As such they did. Serene showed her daughter rivers and streams where the deer liked to settle by on the hot summer days while Robert showed her where the bears would sleep through cold winter nights. Let us just say that Abigail had a very interesting time that day with her parents.

It was only two days afterward that Abigail was playing in the front yard of their home in the woods up on the Colorado Mountains that her mothers' body was carried in on the backs of two large black wolves. Abigail ran forward, to her fathers' side. She was sobbing and screaming, yelling for her mother to wake up. Robert held her close, not wishing for her to harm herself in her attempt to get to the dead lycan female before them.

Abigail wasn't the same throughout the following year. No one could get Abigail to release her mothers' old gold locket until the day of the funeral. Serene Clearwaters' body was burned just like all the other lycans before her. She had to be burned, because if she wasn't than there would be ways for hunters to find the bones and create even more effective weapons against them.

Abigail knew on that day that she mustn't be mad at her father or the wolves that were supposed to be guarding her mother but weren't. Serene had always been a free spirit. She loved her life as Alpha Female, yes, but she liked to run alone or with her husband or daughter. Abigail knew her mother so much better than the rest of the pack did. That was why Abigail howled for her mother on that next full moon.

It was a year and two months after her mother's death that a group of hunters came to attack their pack. Abigail was sent into hiding but was not able to get out of the territory before the attack started. Her guards placed her under a wagon as they went to join in the fighting. Only one of them stayed under there with her. His name was Alexander and he was the closest thing to a friend that Abigail had at the age of six.

"Alex, where's Daddy?" Abigail whispered to her guard.

"He is protecting the clan, young Abby. Hush and bury your heard in my shoulder." Alexander replied.

Abigail knew than that her father was not going to make it from the fight. He would fall just as her mother had and she would be alone to make a life out of this shattered heart and these lands.

Just as Abigail thought, her father was killed in the fight, but most of the hunters were slain as well.

After the battle, they moved to a farther region, closer north. Abigail was trained to be a leader there and then when she was sixteen, she took her clan and moved them to New York City, New York. Yes, not the best place for a clan of lycans…but an easy place to hide.

Here Abigail can find the small amount of meat they need in the parks, or they can drive to a near by forested region if they must. Abigail does not allow her clan to do without and neither will they allow her to do without. Abigail enjoys her life as leader, but always wishes that her parents were still here to do it for her.

I miss you, Daddy. And I miss you, Mother. May the Goddess Moon watch over your souls.

Code Word:

'poof the magic fairy baby'

Mad Skills;;

Abigail sighs as she dropped the paper to her lap. Her long fingered hands come up to rub the words from her eyes; etched there from the article she had just finished reading. Abigail had taken to sitting in Central Park a while ago after receiving her paper. She had, like always, skipped the first page because she knew those were the articles that made her want just leave the paper behind and continue on her way. Abigail sighed again, letting the sunlight above her play in her soft golden curls, and looked back down to the page before her.

Four humans were dead. Four humans who had once had lives, families, children, lovers, parents, pets, and who knows what else; but there they were…fed upon by vampires. Abigail could tell this only by the way the newspaper explained the body, not in detail as only the true killer would know, and the way the police were explaining what they knew and what they didn't know. 'The body was drained of all blood.' 'Scene was clean, almost like an emergency room.'

Abigail closed her eyes as she stood up, smoothing out her pastel blue dress, and folded the paper before tossing it in the trash. From there she stepped back onto the path towards the bike trail, woods surrounded this area and that would allow her to at least get a small amount of privacy. Abigail smiled softly at the children playing on swings and slides while their parents sat around at picnic tables laughing and watching their children with proud smiles.

Finally the shade of the trees block the sun only slightly as Abigail pulled her light jacket farther around her slender frame, the Fall wind was becoming chilly. She finally found a place where she couldn't smell humans and ducked into the woods, letting her nose guide her to an area that was not surrounded with human scent at all. Once at a spot near a small stream, Abigail sat upon a flat rock and watched the frogs jump from bank to bank.

Perhaps the next few days would find Abigail in a new place, not shying away from crowds as she felt like today but surrounding herself with others and being happy that she was.

Abigail chuckled softly, shaking her head as her emerald eyes followed a small tree frog away towards the low brush. She didn't care where she was tomorrow, but today she would let her life live itself one second at a time.