Avonlea Heart: Completed!

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Avonlea Heart;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Erin
Age: 17
Years of Rping: About 6. (Pretty lame at age 11 but I was still going at it).
Contact: Email/IM

ID Tag;;

Alias: Avonlea
Name: Hattie King
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 45
Physical Age: 19
Species: Were-Swan
Sire: A jealous female with a binding curse.
Religious Affiliation: Catholic
Wealth: $30,000
Job: Avonlea decided to piece together her new life on her own, and adopted herself to a life of servant hood and obscurity for fear of drawing attention to the abnormality of her were-self- that she somehow finds hard to suppress.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. A subtle entrance/exit
2. Cleaning
3. Feigning ignorance
4. Crafty with the toungue- borders on sarcasm in heated debates
5. Reads people easily and quickly figures out a hidden motive
6. Herbal remedies

Summary:

Even as a child, Avonlea was a bit of a 'smartie'. She loved to push her father into arguments, not for the enjoyment of irritating him but rather for the thrill of what his next comeback might be-- always keeping her and her tongue on their toes. Her mother was sure that she was meant to be an actress.

She had a poker face that no one could read and people, at times, gave up trying to keep up with. One moment Hattie would be mad and the next she would be acting as though the entire facade was a joke; completely intentional and therefore something to be laughed at. It was exhausting for most, except those that chose to tolerate it and love her for it instead.

As she grew up, the sarcasm tamed and the girl named Hattie became more quiet. Many people preferred to think that social awkwardness was the reason behind it, when in fact it had more to do with social boredom. No one understood the young girl's sense of humor and therefore there was no one with a worthy sort of retaliation. Instead, Hattie became a girl who preferred to watch and study people; teaching herself to learn a human's natural body language and seeing who caught on as well. She quickly learned how to tell a liar from a friend, and who was sincere from who simply wanted something.

She saw dishonesty reveal itself the most in men and soon after turned to women for relationships instead. Of course she left the possibility open for a man to come along who might prove her wrong, but the chance of that happening was very doubtful in her own mind from what she had seen in the intentions of most other men and so Hattie kept that hope a secret to herself. Men were simply her toys.

Around age 17 Hattie's father fell ill for the first time in her life. Hattie's father was a strong, dependable man who never let anything get the best of him and rarely showed a weakness for any kind of element. However, the flu was evidently not something that was meant to be conquered by his body alone and the closest doctor had nothing worth giving him.

Hattie loved her father more than life itself and instantly changed the course of her passions from discovering the mind to discovering the secrets of the forest near her house through books. She studied leaves, plants, flowers and mushrooms with a fierce dedication never witnessed in her before by anyone close. Witchcraft had always been a forbidden practice in her Catholic family as well and so Hattie allowed herself to become a part of a secret group of friends outside of school and church; stealing away in the middle of the night to meet with them and read what their magical books had to say about healing as well.

As the winter wore on however, her father continued to grow worse and worse until one day, he died away in the middle of the afternoon. It was a low blow for the entire family but most of all for Hattie. Nothing mattered to her after that except gaining the knowledge she felt she should have had in the first place, which might have saved her father from dieing. She blamed herself for his death and let the Wickens replace the family which she had left behind.

Weakness:
1. Untrusting
2. Quick to judge
3. Violent when provoked (though her tolerance level is high)
4. Social Loner
5. Liar- even to those she loves

Summary:

It was a very visible downhill slide for Hattie after her father's death. The shunning of her family was was only the start, but it was a huge step in itself. It was almost as if she became a completely different person from that point on. Hattie no longer answered to the name 'Hattie King' but rather to the name 'Avengol'.

She went from being a 17 year girl full of laughter and a modest shyness to a girl of 30 who was hard and unfeeling. She trusted no one and could have cared less as to whether she had gone so far as to gain the respect and trust of her fellow Wickens as well.

They were simply her tools to knowledge. If she had a question, she would waste no time at getting the answer through conversation but would simply ask what she wanted to know directly and leave after finding out the answer.

People learned to fear her temper if they tried to guess instead of stating a known fact, or if they didn't know the answer at all and wouldn't just tell her that from the beginning. They were her family in the most abstract and abnormal sense imaginable, but there was no Hattie King left inside of Avengol to even notice.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Soft brown and straight as a stick. Usually worn in either a simply, loose pony-tail to keep it out of her eyes, or worn down completely and therefore utterly untamed. Long bangs Nearly cover Avonlea's eyes but somehow manage to stay just above her eyelashes. When Avonlea is thinking about something extra hard she will fiddle with them, twisting a strand around her index finger.
Eyes: Avonlea's eyes are just brown as her hair, if not darker. When she was little, her father would call her his brown teddy bear because of her big, innocent-looking, chocolate brown eyes.
Height: Avonlea manages to stand 5'6" off the ground, if she remembers to keep her posture straight and never rises an inch above that. The girl has never cared for heels and doubts she ever will.
Marks: Not highly visible, but still there all the same is a scar just above her right collar bone that runs up and along the side of her neck- stopping 4 inches below her jawline.
Race: White
Skin Tone: Pale white
Body Type: Slim and very dainty.
Clothing Style: Simple- nothing to draw attention to herself or to bring uniqueness to her character. Plain jeans and a loose (but not bulky) sweater are usually what she prefers to wear- though her arms have always been shorter than most and so therefore the sleeves always manage to swallow up her hands when they are not rolled or pushed up. Occasionally she will choose to wear a skirt with a matching blows but once again the outfit somehow remains simple.
Footwear: Torn up tennis shoes or plain brown, buckle sandals do just fine for her. Avonlea detests socks however and refuses to even wear them with her tennies.

Summary:

Avonlea's look became more simple after she left the life of Wicken behind. Avengol had been a chance for her to express the more extreme and angry side of herself, but after that was all over and Avonlea had no more anger left to be inside of her, she chose to start a new look for herself. "Simple is best" became her motto not just for how she dressed but for how she lived as well. She no longer let her emotions - which are such a complicated thing - control her or even show as much and instead focused more on making everything.. well... simple.

Avengol's style mainly consisted of long black robes or tight leather pants with a tight silk shirt. Her make up was pale make-up with bright red lipstick and long, painted finger nails. Hattie's goal had been to be intense and intimidating and she was both at the time, so when everything changed her goal not only became to be more simple but also to be the exact opposite of what she had been in order to leave it all behind for good.

When Avengol became Avonlea, everything was different. She wore colors. Her nails were not just short but bitten down to the quick. No nail polish and no make up. No leather and no tight fitting clothes. Avengol was left completely behind.

Swan Appearance;;

Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Feather Color: Black
Fur Texture: Soft
Size: Small
Marks: A white streak traveling down her left wing.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Candle-light dinners
2. A good book
3. Walking

Dislikes:
1. Pointless confrontation
2. Rain
3. Nosy people

Flaws:
1. Easily defensive
2. Semi-compulsive liar
3. Anti-social

Summary:

Avengol stayed with the Wickens for a year and a half. Her rather strange form of toleration for them never wavered in the slightest the entire time, while their fear of her continued to grow and fester into a new wound of hatred and loathing.

The only one who stood apart to Avengol was a girl named Kip. Kip had been in the group long before Avengol even chose to join and she had a certain untamed fire about her that constantly kept the other girl entertained and watchful of her. It was about 5 months before Avengol's 19th birthday that Kip finally began showing equal signs of interest as well.

Soon, they began frequently running into each other as well and always in secluded places, where no one could view Avengol's favoritism taking place. A dark corner of the library soon became their favorite spot to meet and it was in that very corner that Avengol received her very first kiss.

Kisses always bring with them such a strange sensation that one can quickly become very addicted to. The taste of Kip's tongue was something the Hattie inside of Avengol never wanted to get rid of and it wasn't long before kissing quickly escalated to many other sorts of activities between the two as well.

Avengol abandoned all of her studying to spend time with the girl after that and for 4 happy months, no one took notice. It was utter bliss for both of the girls who had spent such a long time without any form of love in their lives. They took notice of no one else except each other and in the end, their bliss and obsession made them careless.

Background Check;;

Family Members:

• Alexander King ;; Father
  
• Bridget King ;; Mother
  
• Sylvia ;; Younger sister
  

Birth Place: Russia
Childhood: Yes; everything.
Transformation: Cursed by fellow witch.
Prey: Bread crumbs, worms, though her personal favorite is baby frogs.
Moon Tidings: Every night at the peak of the night- 12 am- until when the sun rises again.
Other Transformation: A part of Avonlea's curse is that she cannot curse those she hates as well. She can only transform a fellow being if they desire it as well and this rule tortures her to no end around humans she cannot stand.
History:

It was three weeks before her 19th birthday that rumors of a revolt began to spread. The Wickens had made sure that Avengol heard nothing about it but they had not been so cautious around Kip. At first, Kip's adamant worry and attention to the situation merely irritated the girl. She highly doubted that anyone would dare to attempt to stand up against her but as the weeks went on, she noticed a change in her fellow Wickens- especially when she was short or rude to them, as she usually was.

The toleration and humble exits were still as present as ever, but their eyes no longer held a respectful fear in them. Instead, it had been replaced with a burning hatred that they seemed to make no attempt to hide. That's when Avengol began making plans to leave with Kip. She was resolved that they would run away to Germany and spend their lives together there. Together they could open up a medicine store and make a life of their own.

The idea of using her new found knowledge excited Avengol immensely but Kip was never as adamant or sure about the idea. She was constantly changing her mind about if she wanted to go or not; whether things would work out between herself and Avengol; always wavering and the wavering began to wear on Avengol as well. It was a new side of Kip that she was seeing and it turned her off in a way to watch the fire- which had attracted her so much to the girl- die away.

On the night of her birthday, Avengol stated firmly that she would stay for the Celebration of Life ceremony, but was leaving that night, with or without her lover. Her threat did not seem to force a final answer out of Kip as she had hoped, though, and so
the couple went to the Celebration with a certain tension between each other.

The night was going as expected until 11. Everyone was either dancing, talking or walking up to congratulate Avengol on her successful 19th and all of her future years. She couldn't help noticing, however, that Kip was being repeatedly pulled out of the room to talk with one person or another at different times during the party.

Right around 11 o'clock, Kip was pulled from the room again by a rather attractive young Wicken girl and they were gone much longer than any of the past meetings during that night. Avengol couldn't help but feel just a tad bit jealous and so after half an hour had passed, she decided to leave the party and go looking for them herself.

It didn't take long. In one of the studies right across the hall, Avengol could hear them as she happened to pass by the door. Furniture scooting across the floor and objects falling to the floor as they were carelessly run into. Needy whimpers. It was the moan that made Avengoal fling the door wide open, without hesitation, she entered the room to confront Kip- planning on catching them mid-act.

However, what she found was a completely different scene than what she had imagined in her head. What she had mistaken for passionate noises had in fact been the noises of struggle and complaint.

Kip lay tied to a desk in the middle of the room; her eyes staring wide and unseeingly at the ceiling above her as a thick trickle of blood escaped from a newly formed wound across her throat. She had been killed and Avengol had stood there listening to it.

The young, dark-haired witch which she had left the room with stood poised and waiting behind the door.

(My role-playing finishes off the story).

Code Word:
i hAve read da rules

Mad Skills;;

"She didn't put up much of a fight," the young witch stated with almost an air of disappointment in her voice. As she spoke, her hand moved to push the door in front of her out of her way and then closed with a tiny "click".

Avengol seemed to stand there without hearing or seeing any of what had just happened. Her eyes remained fixed on the lifeless body of her lover, who was now dead. She hadn't even seen it coming. They were suppose to be gone right now- running away to start a new and better life for just the two of them. Everything had been planned out perfectly, down to the last detail. Where had she gone wrong?

"Why?" she managed to croak out in a soft whisper, letting herself blink for the first time since she had laid eyes on Kip's body. She turned her head slowly to meet the eyes of beautiful brunette and was shocked to find anger in them.

"Why?" the girl demanded, taking several strides forward so that they were suddenly face to face. "Do you not remember me at all?"

Avengol blinked and tried to remember if there should be an instance where this girl was familiar to her but no memory pulled up in her mind. Slowly, she shook her head and the movement was instantly met with slap across the face.

"How. Dare you forget who I am! I served you faithfully, without complaint, for almost a year! You were everything I wanted to be," she said, letting a sad tone slip into her voice as she moved away, as though she didn't even realize what she had done just a moment ago. "You were independent and strong. You never let anything get to you and had no weaknesses. I know you knew that I loved you. You had to! Were my displays of affection so pathetic and unnoticable?"

"I--" Avengol stammered, but the girl cut her off instantly.

"Who left you those roses on your breakfast tray every morning? Who always was the one to bring and read you your messages and I was never late in doing so. Ever! Who--"

"I remember you, ok?" Avengol cut in. "I just didn't care."

"Didn't care?" the other girl repeated dumbly.

"No," Avengol replied and she turned back to look at Kip's beautiful, unmoving face with a sense of resolve. "And I don't care now either. So if you're planning on killing me, do it quick."

She moved swiftly to the side of Kip's body and lovingly moved a strand of bloody hair out of her eyes. "I will always love you," she whispered gently and leaned down to kiss her lips one last time.

The force of the other witch knocking her over stopped Avengol from doing so, however, and she hit the ground with an "Oof!".

"I should kill you," the young girl whispered fiercely down at her as she pinned her body to the floor. "I would love to kill you. But I think it's finally time to put my years of training to the test."

"What do you mean?" Avengol demanded, letting actual concern and feeling show in her voice for the first time.

"I mean," the witch stated with a smug smile. "That I am going to curse you until the day you die. Avengol King, I curse you to be a creature of the night, beautiful but unloved and unable to curse those around you as well. Only if they wish for it will you be able to bestow your gift upon them. I curse you to be a Were-Swan until the day. You. Die."

[rowan kestrel amber]

Accepted