Annily Clowes

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Annily Clowes;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

ID Tag;;

Alias: Angel of Death
Name: Annily Clowes
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Real Age: 110
Physical Age: 20
Species: Were-Raven
Sire: Unknown
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Not that much
Job: Barista and works at a bookstore

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Piano
2. Singing
3. Painting

Summary:

When she was a young girl, Annily was forced to learn to sing and to play the piano, as it was what was “proper” for a young lady to have these skills. Despite being forced Annily loved it. She practiced every day all the time and got quite well at it. You would be hard pressed to not hear beautiful music flowing through her home. She learned singing as well as a way to entertain part guests for her parents. As she grew older and time passed she picked up painting as another pleasure of hers. It was after her being turned that she really began to study it wholly. It was the only thing that gave her comfort in her despair.

Weakness:
1. Not a social person
2. What she is
3. The bad luck that follows her

Summary:

As far as anti social goes Annily is by far pretty incredibly good at it. Even in dealing with customers she tries to make encounters short and to the point. Even with that though she does have a slight charm about her in the sense that people don’t think she’s rude they just see that she’s not socially apt. Another thing that really troubles her is the fact that she is a were-raven. She hates that she’s become one and consistently wishes for death, but knows it will never come. When she was turned, the unknown assailant told her as a raven she would bring bad luck to all that surround her, that the symbolism that plagues literature wasn’t for nothing. This is another reason that she avoids people because she’s afraid she’ll accidently kill someone because she’s there. The thing is, she can’t really control who the bad luck goes to, so it could be a random person on the street or her boss, it’s why she likes to keep distant from people.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Long and black going to about her armpit and with bangs

Eyes: Light blue almost translucent

Height: 5’8

Marks: She has some scarred skin on her back right on the inside of her shoulder blades between her spine where her wings come out and across her chest are three claw mark shaped scars.

Race: Caucasian

Skin Tone: A pale ivory sort of tone

Body Type: Slim and small

Clothing Style: Pretty much t-shirts and jeans, simple things.

Footwear: Sneakers most of the time, Chuck Taylors

Summary:

Annily is a pretty girl but very different. Her beauty is not in the traditional sense but more in the abnormal sense. She’s pretty because she’d different. Her looks make her seem very much like a girl from the fifties or forties. Despite the monster that’s in her though she’s got a very soft face, but she consistently looks sad and rarely smiles. She can put on a front but it’s very fake.

Were Appearance;;

Eye Color: Her eyes turn completely black like a Ravens

Feather Color: Black with a blue sort of sheen.

Fur: Black and just below her neck there is a small amount.

Size: She’s larger than a regular raven but she’s not that much larger, think the size of a bald eagle

Marks: Just a big clunk of fur and feathers missing where the three claw mark scar is on her chest.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Reading
2. Painting
3. Outdoors

Dislikes:
1. Hot headed people
2. People that won’t leave her alone
3. Crowds

Flaws:
1. She can be a bitch
2. She can’t control herself as a raven
3. Short tempered

Summary:

Annily is the epitome of the quite reserved type and thus she tends to like to be alone and because of that she hates crowds. This causes her to get short tempered in social situations in which she doesn’t want to be. Especially when people are full of themselves or can’t take a hint. This leads to her being a mega bitch, which she really doesn’t frankly care if she upsets others. She enjoys reading, which is why she loves her job at the bookstore, painting and being outdoors. Specifically painting outdoors actually. She feels very constrained indoors.

Background Check;;

Family Members:

-Mother: Emily Clowes [Deceased]
-Father: David Clowes [Deceased]
-Husband: Andrew Theobald [Deceased]

Birth Place: Amherst, Virginia

Childhood: Her childhood was rather pleasant. She had a loving home and great family. She was on the richer side and had slaves to tend to her farm and family. She was rather popular with all the boys. At fourteen she married Andrew Theobald a younger entrepreneur who’s family was friends of her parents. Their marriage had been arranged from birth. He was killed along with his parents and hers when the man that sired her broke into her parents house at a dinner party.

Transformation: Annily was changed by an unknown man at at the age of twenty when she was visiting her parents home with her ex-husband. When he spared her she was very confused but found she wished for death more than anything. She was cursed with bad luck and would never be able to get close to people again and cursed with an inability to die no matter how hard she tried. She was forced to live through her hell.

Prey: As a scavenger bird during her actual transformations she will find a dead carcass of a human or animal to eat raw.

Moon Tidings: She has the ability to partially change for the past thirty years but she only fully transforms on the days of the year where the moon is at opposition. In her partial transformations she has mastered the ability to sprout wings from her back. Though she rarely does it, it has gained her the nickname the angel of death as her wings look like angel wings and all she brings is despair. She’s been the root of quite a few urban legends and has been mistaken for the mothman.
Other Transformation: To change another into a were-raven she must scratch them somewhere on their body and drop her blood in their wound, but she has to scratch them with her talons otherwise the process will not commence.

History:

Annily was a quite and simple girl in a time where the United States was flourishing and the stock market crash hadn’t happened. She was sheltered from the horrors of things like war and poverty and lived quaintly with her family and eventually her husband. It wasn’t until the day the mysterious man showed up did her world get rocked. To this day nightmares still plague her dreams of that night. She was absolutely terrified and at the same time intrigued by the man. At the death of her family she ran away from her estate with a small amount of rations and began an entirely new life.

She spent the next few years on the streets and in slums, fighting for an existence. She was raped and beaten, stolen from, and left to almost die, but death was never her fate. Some of those who had happened to cross her path found themselves in the cradle of death on the days of her transformations. Eventually she became a prostitute and gained enough money to start a bank account and then get a real job. Over the years she’s progressively kept her money at an equal balance. Never being able to get out of working but able to live comfortably.

Going from rich girl to poor to middle class she has found the new world around her to be quite pleasant and easier to live in. With all the rights women had now she could live on her own and not look like a whore or a widow or mistress. She was never questioned and was able to comfortably fall into a mundane lifestyle that she really wished for since the day her family died. After all next to death it was the best thing for her. Every day for her, for all her immortal life, she has been struggling just to survive. Each day a step up from the last. Her life was boring and simple and it was everything she ever wanted. Her past was just the past now and she tries very hard to never think of it. The only thing there to remind her is her heart shaped necklace carved out of wood by her father and the nightmares that came to her each night.

Code Word:
do the mashed potato, do the twist

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