Hey there, my name is [Annabelle Gwindle]!
I've been alive for [48] years and I appear [24] years old.
Obviously, I am a [female].
I teach......[Creative Writing / Magic Control]
People think it's weird but I'm a [witch, but human like any other]...
I can do all types of things! Like... [electrical magic, earth magic, defensive magic and potions]
My friends say that I act [kind and caring, however Annabelle seems a bit more distant with men due to her past. She does try to treat everyone farily regardless of gender however, it's only when they try to get close does she shy away. While her words or gentle she speaks what she wants and she gets it without having to demand or raise her voice. Because of her past however she's emotionally damaged, but only a little bit. She doesn't like bringing the topic up because it makes her sad. Put a couple drinks in her, on the other hand (though she'll politely refuse) and she becomes extremely flirtatious and touchy with the opposite sex. With women she just rests in their laps.]
It's kind of private but... [Annabelle was born and raised in Eastern Ireland, because that's where the magic thrives. Life had been generally good, living life as a studious bookworm in machines and magic, trying to make them work together. During her teenage years she was wild and rambunctious, being rather provocative and not caring, however as she grew Annabelle became secluded again. Then she met her husband-to-be, but things didn't last long. Her brother wasn't a very forgiving person, and apprentice her fiance had been in the mafia with her brother. After that the two split for their own safety, Annabelle renouncing her right as a witch and her fiance disappearing back into nothingness.
She had changed her name to what it is now to keep from being discovered and moved quite a distance away from where she knows her brother's group is active and where her lover's group is active. It's been eight years, and with no contact her faith in her fiance has wavered, and she feels the onset of loneliness and depression. Her talking cat tries to help, but most of the time he makes it worse. The cat, Rufus, actually suggested she teach because it would take her mind of things. It being his first good idea in a while she accepted, enjoying the distraction.]
I'm into [men]
Oooh~ (likes)
+ Sunflowers
+ Her Cat Rufus
+ Coffee
+ Laughing
+ The Color Blue
Get away!
- Syrup
- Strongly Sweet Foods
- Forgetting what else she dislikes.
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I'd like you to know... [Annabelle has a pet cat. He's a long-haired Russian Blue cat with an obesity problem, he can talk and not surprisingly has the Russian accent with a hint of Irish like his owner. Rufus tends to never speak but if a man openly hits on Annabelle he is known to claw their shins and pants into ribbons until pried away.]
I love my mama~ [Your Missing Period]
