Abigaille Isadora Welch

[abigaille isadora welch]

Abigaille Isadora Welch

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[/b] as Abigaille Isadora Welch; directed by Miral
this script took fifteen years to create with
three headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with Abigaille made this fab![/size]
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full name • Abigaille Isadora Welch
nick names • Abby, Abbster, Ab
birthdate • May 28
birthplace • Gloucester, England
hometown • Manchester, England
sexuality • Straight
heritage • English, French, and Italian
character group • Stealing

height • 5' 3"
weight • 107 lbs.
build • Thin, with slightly defined musculature
hair • Dark brown
eyes • Sky blue
piercings • Her bellybutton and tongue are pierced, and she wears her bellybutton and tongues rings on a regular basis.
tattoos • Abby's got a pitchfork colored midnight blue on her lower back.
distingushing features • Abby has nice bone structure (well-defined cheekbones), unmistakable brown hair, and striking blue eyes.
play by • Anna Popplewell

likes • Stealing, ink, make-up, alternative rock, money, guys, her hair, deception, animals, and movies
dislikes • Conformity, people who are smarter than her, Crayton Academy, Crayton's professors, getting caught, her parents, her brother, obedience, punishment, things being stolen from her (not just material possessions)
strengths • Clever, manipulative, attractive, has connections (with people who might be able to get her out of Crayton, like the mob), and can blend in easily
weaknesses • Bipolar, short-tempered/bitchy, can be physically overpowered easily, holds grudges easily, and steals everything she wants when she gets the chance
habits/quirks • Throws cash wads at other students to get their attention, draws nude pictures of guys she finds hot, eats onions to make herself cry for no reason, staples fellow students' eyelids shut during class, and, of course, stealing
fears • Being stuck in Crayton longer than she thinks, being alone, dying

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mother • Georgina Maria Welch (nee Malzaratti); 48; chef
father • Alistair Marcus Welch; 54; journalist
siblings • Samuel Harve Welch; 23; college student
pets • Dog - Maddalya (Chihuahua, three years old, female, "Doll")
Dog - Rebeka (Labrador Retriever, five years old, female, "Becks")
Cat - Pierre (Himalayan, eight years old, male)
other family • N/A

other • N/A
member title • ! PaNtS oN fIrE !
read the rules • Affirmative
roleplay sample •

"Well, they say I should approach you with caution

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[/size]he breeze cradled Rayna's hair gently, holding it above her shoulders and swaying it back and forth. Several strands broke apart from the main clump, and began to whip fervently across her face. She brushed them behind her ears, sighing heavily. Wind was so... annoying. For example, if one were to take notes outdoors, as she was doing now, it was practically a guarantee that an ink vial would be spilled, or a piece of parchment carried off due to a harsh gust of air. Of course, a simple Accio charm would remedy the problem, but that wasn't the point. Rayna was immersed in her activity, and she found it particularly distressing to reach for her wand every five minutes, yell "Accio Vial!" or "Accio Parchment!" and get back to what she was doing. Although, that meant that she'd have to walk or perhaps run to retrieve whatever she'd lost. But walking was indeed good exercise. And laziness, as she remembered her father once telling her, is not a virtue.

Generally, Rayna always had a perfectly valid reason for being in a certain place. Or at least a valid excuse. This particular time, she didn't really have a reason, other than taking note of her fellow students' behavior as they strolled across the open courtyard. It was a habit that many might think boring, but in fact it was quite useful and surprisingly interesting, especially for Rayna. Over the years, she'd become so skilled that she was able to differentiate a friendly hug from a lover's embrace, an eyebrow raised in curiosity or one raised in frustration. And this, as one may have guessed, was the proverbial key to the door of off-limits information. Rayna could tell a little about someone from the way they dressed, or how they styled their hair. But much more was at her disposal if she observed the same person or people constantly. That way, she could determine their body language and facial expressions when they felt ecstatic, or furious, or anxious. Or how they acted when they received good news, or were in deep thought, or were forlorn was some reason. Or, most crucially, if they had something to hide.

Rayna shifted her postion on the bench, uncrossing her legs and placing both arms on the back support, so that she would appear relaxed and inconspicuous. She closed her leatherbound notebook, dropping it onto her lap, and and stowed her quill and ink vial in the largest pocket of her mocha brown, corduroy tote bag. Rayna resisted returning the journal to the folds of her robes, or the depths of her tote bag, in case she noticed something behaviorally fascinating. She twirled her wavy, blonde hair between the index and middle fingers of her left hand. I'll give it ten more minutes, she thought, and then it's back to the common room to work on that DADA paper. She remembered clearly the events of the day it was assigned, forty-eight hours previous. It had been mildly entertaining. A gang of fourth year Hufflepuffs had decided it was a good idea to set off bewitched firecrackers in the Great Hall, and each were awarded weeklong detentions as a result. And they rightfully deserved it. Then again, what was a wholesome year at Hogwarts without something worthy of notoriety?[/blockquote]

Tagged: Minerva, open
Word count: 568
Music: "The One That Got Away" - Natasha Bedingfield
Clothing: Slytherin robes
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