[Annabelle Lockett]

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Age: 15
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{Annabelle Lockett}
Basic Information

Name: Annabelle Jordan Lockett
Other Aliases: Annie, Bella for those wishing to annoy her. Prefers Jordan to her peers and colleagues.
Gender: Female
Species Human, Witch.
Age: 20
Date of Birth: June 16, 19XX
Place of Birth: Southern part of Ipswich, UK.
Occupation: Supplies Underworld Movement with variety of potions, also an Actress in America.
Legal Status: Duel citizenship, UK and American. Clean record (doesn't mean she's never broken the law, though).
Marital Status: Single.

Personal Information

Picture:

Avatar: Carly Pope
General Appearance: Standing a bit taller than average height, Annabelle has a curvy body which she is constantly trying to keep slender for her career as an actress in the States. Besides, isn’t image everything, nowadays? Her hair runs long, a few inches passed her shoulder. Slightly waved locks a lovely chocolate color with blonde highlights are stunning enough, since her dark hazel eyes are unable, to bring out her sparkling atmosphere.

Her facial features are smooth and finished, skin a more tanned tone because of her mexican and caucasian mixed heritage. Often her nose is red, mostly because of her little tolerance for extreme temperature, so she uses powder cover-up more often than usual. According to her family, appearance was of upmost importance, so whenever in public she looks better than the average. When in the solitary of her apartment, however… That’s a different story.
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 136 lbs.
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: a dark Hazel, with a hint of icy blue dotting the pupil
Other Distinguishing Features: Has a significant burn mark on her left arm, running in a spiral from wrist to elbow. Visible only when close up.


Mentality

Personality: Raised as an only child, Annabelle discovered the world, both magical and human all by herself. She watched the lives of others, rather than be a part of it. This caused the girl to seem very quiet, solitary, and anti-social; but really she could be nothing close to those things as an adult. Mostly what her childhood gave her was independence, ability to be perceptive and an understanding of many things. She walks and sits tall and properly, keeping her features and fashion sharp to give the serious impression that she isn't a woman to take lightly. Naturally, this serious side of her is only a part of it, mostly for first impressions and business.

After realizing that there was a world outside of her parent’s strict shadow, Annabelle developed a taste for culture, mostly art and drama. This interest brought out a bright, sparkling young woman who excelled at whatever she put her mind to, and also a rebellious side that would give her a sense of freedom from her family. Always raised to be proper and stern, her aunt showed her a side of herself that was more laid back, let loose; almost a wild side if you want to use the word. As an adult today, she finds a nice balance between the two polar personalities. When in America, after going to live on her own, she wanted a job as a small-time actress, just so she could be a part of something her parents hadn’t instructed her to be a part of, and she was rather damn good at it. That job of acting causes her to have a level head and control her emotions very well, and she applies these talents to the rest of her daily life.

Habits/Tendancies:
*Making little designs along the burn scar on her arm.
*Wanting to care for every stray dog in the street.
*Going off into deep thought in the most random of times.

Fears:
*Being controlled, forced
*Big Fires
*Cockroaches

Likes:
*Dogs
*Acting, Drama
*Culinary Arts
*Piano
*People willing to let her experiment new potions on
*Knowing secrets

Dislikes:
*Sailing
*Rats, mice
*Cheap wine
*Crappy acting
*Unknown, intangible things

Hobbies:
*Reading
*Cooking
*Watching street musicians perform.
*Acting part-time in plays in America.
*Going to raves or clubs once a week, for research of course. (-wink-)

Weaknesses:
*Basic Human weaknesses
*Influence of her parents
*Allergic to peppermint

Strengths:
*Family talent of potion making
*Level head and controlled emotions

Personal skills:
*Able to talk her way out of a sticky situation
*Speaks fluent English and Spanish, and basic French.


Biography

Known Relatives:
Johnathon Lockett (Father)
Maria Lockett (Mother)
Anthony Lockett (Younger Brother)
Adrian Lockett (Younger Brother)
Austin Lockett (Younger Brother)
Fabiano Dev’il (Aunt)
Past or current notable Relationships:
None. TBA.

History:
Annabelle Lockett was born as an only child into a family of wealthy parents who could provide anything for her. They lived in a very large and beautiful house in the nice part of town where many children lived for Annabelle to play with. The only issue was between work and the Underworld, little time was left for the parents to spend with their daughter. The girl grew up most of her life in quiet solitude. She saw her parents once a day at dinner time and occasionally before bed. Annabelle grew to become accustom to this, and harbored no grudge towards her parents; she understood they loved her and did their best. She spent her first decade of life teaching herself to read, then dig through a large assortment of magical subjects within her parent’s library.

Of course her mother and father were both witches, both of them in the Underworld (which they funded the organization annually very generously), both of them specializing in defensive magic, potions to be more specific. Both were very stern, very -take-me-seriously-or-else kind of people, leaving the Lockett name in high respect with little room to be smudged, not even by their own child. The girl’s parents devised a life plan for Annabelle that she was to follow in order to be as successful as they were. This basically included: Go to school for the finest education – Dedicate life to potions – Supply Underworld with brilliant new mixtures.

By age ten the girl had become a very independent thinker and she insisted if she were going to go to school for a magical education, she wanted to do so in America. Still wanting to make up for absence in childhood, her parents did what she wanted and shipped her over to live with her aunt (on her mother’s side), Fabiano Dev’il, in San Francisco in order to attend school. Little by little, since the first day the girl lived in with her Aunt, Annabelle’s eyes opened more to the world than it ever had in books, to a whole different society outside of Underworld and magic. A new, ecstatic part of Annabelle seemed to be awoken in the years she lived with her aunt as she developed a taste for music, foods and art. A little after she turned eleven, it was The Institute for Higher Magic: San Francisco campus she spent the next half decade in, learning all she could on the subject of potion making. She dabbled in all areas, poisons, emotions, illusions, healing; but her parents wanted her to focus on an area that would suit the Underworld movement best.

This controlling influence from her parents upset Annabelle when she was old enough to realize if she wanted to do anything besides what her parents wanted her to, she’d have to disobey her own family. She still wanted to be a part of the Underworld movement and go to school for magical education, but she wanted to do this because she wanted to do this, not because of her name or that her parents wanted her to. She had strong viewpoints on the magical community and non human creatures, and she wanted to support them because that’s what she felt she should do, not what’s expected of her.

With this troubling thought in mind, Annabelle graduated from the Institute at 16 (specializing in truth and healing serums) and almost immediately after, moved to New York, a very busy and alive place that would be perfect to hold two lives in; possible Underworld supporting and becoming an actress or chief. (And of course watching the large number of vampires that lived in New York; she was enthralled when finding out non-human creatures could live in human cities in somewhat peace, not so enthralled when she found out why the murder rate was so high). She managed to live there for two years until her parents found out about her duel life. Oddly enough, they took no action to come and get her, so she decided she would go back home, for the first time in 8 years, and face the music.

To her surprise, three little boys ran around the halls of her childhood home. “Welcome home, sister!” They had exclaimed. It seems her mother and father had forgotten to mention she had younger siblings? Even more to her surprise, the three boys had dozens of stories telling of the marvelous times her parents and them had spent without her and wished she could have come with them on family trips, touring Europe and going to the zoo and such. Her parents had nothing to say to her when she demanded an explanation. Overwhelmed with anguish, anger and a mixture of sadness and jealousy, Annabelle returned to New York where she remains today on horrible terms with her parents, but has since then given her three younger brothers the love of a sibling she hadn’t known. She still supports the Underworld any way that she can and has her job as a part-time actress. Currently she is trying to perfect behavioral/emotional mixtures that could be used to calm were-creatures on full moon nights. (The only halt in the research is lack of willing test subjects.)

On a side note, Annabelle loves dogs and owns two Alaskan sled hounds, one pure white and another gray-white mix. She admires their beauty and resemblance to a wolf, and they are domesticated enough to keep in the city. She goes jogging with them at night.


RP Sample:
The audience was clapping with admiration; she could distinctly hear her trio of brothers in the front row, whistling and shouting her name as she took a bow with the rest of the actors overhead on the stage. The performance was a success, but now that it was over the leading lady only wanted to return her brothers home, back in the UK before her parents had a fit. It was winter time in New York, the girl’s nose turned as red as Rudolph’s since she had little tolerance for extreme cold. On the way out of the dim building, her younger siblings teased her about this and had the courtesy to do so in a few different languages.

“Red nose!” the youngest brother shouted. Annabelle rolled her eyes, leading the way quickly down the darkened nighttime back alleys. “Impress me with some knowledge, does a five year old know any Spanish yet?” she remarked. The boy nodded, and began counting to five in English, then Spanish. The second oldest boy had interrupted, calling her sister ‘red nose’ in French.

“Non appliqué.” She said simply. “You have no French accent to go with it; you almost sound like an American with your slurred vowels. Keep trying.” The boy folded his arms, becoming red in the face. Finally the oldest of the brothers came up to her side, only nine years old, but walking straight as his older sister as he tried to impress her now. “Avete un naso rosso, so…sorella!” he said, almost forgetting part of the last word. Annabelle tilted her head and smiled, dark eyes almost sparkling as she didn’t understand this language, but could tell what it was. “Italian? Since when did you know Italian?” she hit him playfully, and the two other boys laughed as they had finally won her over.

“I don’t, just that sentence.” He admitted, ears turning red. It was a game to impress the older sister, always had been after Annabelle had found she had siblings, which had only been last year.

“Living in New York as an…an actress?” Her mother screeched over the phone. Annabelle was silent, letting her mother finish what she had to say before she attempted to argue her case. “How could you possibly disgrace the Lockett name doing something so… so…heretical? Does the organization know about this? Are you even supporting it anymore?”

Annabelle sighed, holding her face in her hand. “Of course I am. And it’s not heretic, mother… Since when is reciting lines from a script heretical? I only do one small play a month.”

“I don’t want to here it! We will talk about this at home.” The line went dead, and Annabelle again sighed and hung up the device. Did this mean her parents were coming to get her? Easing up from her chair, her two dogs sat hip to hip behind her on the floor, looking up at her with curious faces. She gazed back for a moment; the dog eyes always won her over. “Alright! I’ll go home and tell them everything. This lifestyle is what I want to do, no way to change it…” her voice trailed as she walked into a different room of her apartment, grabbing a coat on.
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Home had changed when she arrived. The font gates were the same black iron, the garden with the same beautiful flowers, the walls the same lovely color… But she was greeted by three young boys when she knocked on the door. All three of them had the same dark hair and eyes as she, except they were smiling and all talking at once as she frowned in puzzlement and said nothing for a very long time, letting them speak and show her inside.

Between the three of them they didn’t stop telling her things for a full hour, and oddly enough they kept calling her ‘sister’ and spoke as I they’d been waiting for her all their lives. Three young boys, couldn’t be over the age of ten, she had never seen in her life. They spoke of family trips, touring Europe, the beaches down south; all of this and how she had missed out. It took a few minutes, but finally she realized it was possible for these boys to be her younger siblings, and she realized even quicker than unlike she, they were spending their childhood with the love and attention of the same parents she had apparently missed out on. After the boys were sent to bed, she approached her mother and father in silence.

“Was your first and only daughter not good enough for you?! I, an only child, didn’t get anything more than dinner time with you, but suddenly when three boys pop out they get acclaim for tours of the country with you?” Annabelle was passed upset. She was passed angry. She had no sure emotion as she poured her heart out, demanding an explanation.

“And all of these years, did you just…forget to mention to me about the pregnancies, that I had little brothers? Not even after I was out of school?” Her voice choked as she went on and on, tears finally making their way down her cheeks. She fought hard to make them stop; it was not necessary to cry over this. Being upset about this was unnecessary. She tried to control herself again and again until finally she’d gone from her parent’s presence, back home to her place in New York.

How long had it been since she last cried until that night? She couldn’t recall.


“-Passed the building, Bella.”

Annabelle was awakened from her thoughts with cold fingers pressing on her own. “We passed the building, Bella.” Her oldest sibling repeated. Her brows tightened in a bit of frustration as she turned heel, grabbing his cold hand and making sure the two others were still safety at her side. Couldn’t be too careful in NYC. “Right, this way…” she led them into the building, pushing the youngest through the revolving door before he had any time to complain how he might get crushed in the glass.

“It’s just a revolving door. You won’t get crushed.” She whispered soothingly, hoisting the boy up into her arms as he began to jerk into tears about how he had almost died being pushed through. The other two boys followed, commenting on the size and architecture of the building as usual. After checking in with the woman at the front desk, they were allowed to use a portal from New York, USA to Ipswich, UK.

Annabelle went with them, but only because they refused to use a portal by themselves. “Walk straight home… No detours…” she said to them, fixing coats and scarves. She next handed them a small bottle of about a mouthful of an orange liquid. “This will keep you warm until you get home.” They all took a bottle and drank about half, saving the rest for another time. Mother would never let them use potions on themselves for such small reasons as to keep warm, but Annabelle felt the need to help in the smallest ways. The boys bid goodbye, along with random comments and compliments. “We’ll come to your next performance!” The middle boy said, before following his brothers out of the room. The woman stood up, watching his small form whip around the corner. She thought for a moment what she would be doing on a Friday night back when she was his age, 13 years ago.

Quickly she shook her head, stopping herself from reliving yet another memory. She turned heel and stepped back into the portal, back into New York, back into the life she led.

[Cornelius Bennett]

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