<span class="bbc_u">Act I. The Profile</span><br/><strong>Birth Name</strong>: Abigail Williams<br/><strong>Name</strong>: Abbey<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: No Alias<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 23<br/><strong>Sex</strong>: Female<br/><strong>Species</strong>: Human witch<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Hetero<br/><strong>Other Form</strong>: Yes, whatever form she casts herself to take on. Most likely a Raven<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Act II. The Diagnostics</span><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'6"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 120<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Long brown with a little bit of a wave to it<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Blue, dark deep midnight blue<br/><strong>Skin</strong>: Fair<br/><strong>Fur Color</strong>:N/A<br/><strong>Birth Mark</strong>: One on her lower back that looks like a lightening bolt (family trait)<br/><strong>Tattoos</strong>: A raven on her upper thigh<br/><strong>Distinguishable Mark/Scar</strong>: N/A<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: She's beautiful and deadly (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/Witchball.jpg)<br/><strong>Other Appearance</strong>: [Only if needed.] (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Ravenpic.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Act III. The Dossier</span><br/><strong>Likes</strong>: Abigail likes pretty much anything. She'll try anything once. She enjoys manipulating the outside world with her magic. If she doesn't like something, she just changes it.<br/><strong>Dislikes</strong>: Rude people, people who judge her for what she is, men who want her to perform her magic on them to get a bigger penis.<br/><strong>Attitude</strong>:She's got a heart of gold with a sarcastic side. She's not afraid to speak her mind and be blunt.<br/><strong>Habit/Twitch</strong>: None that I can think of<br/><strong>Quote</strong>: "It's not ever until I say it's over"<br/><strong>Weapons</strong>: Just her magic, and only for defensive purposes<br/><strong>History</strong>: Abbey was born the only daughter to Lucinda and Maxwell. She knew at an early age her family was not like most others. One day when she walked in on her mother making breakfast without actually touching anything, she knew there was something "special" about them. Her mother taught her the ways of witchcraft, something that was inbred from generation to generation. Abbey was not very popular growing up as rumors about her family swirled about town. She stayed true to her parents wishes and practiced only white magic, not harming anyone. It wasn't until she came home one day to find her parents slaughtered in their home. Police said it was a botched robbery attempt, but Abbey knew better. There were slurs written in blood all over the house.<br/>From that day forward, Abbey vowed to trust no one, and felt alone. That was until she found out there were more out there like her. She had a family once again that understood her. She felt comfortable around Werewolves, vampires, Mages and the like and they accepted her for what she was. Although she now practices in the dark arts as well, she only uses them when she has to. She had been invited to the ball last year and loved it, even though her cat scratched the hell out of the mistresses chaise. Abbey quickly apologized and repaired it. She was glad to receive her invitation again, happy to once again be amongst her kind.