Post by Abby Bailey on Oct 1, 2008 17:39:59 GMT -5
Abigail Christine Bailey
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"Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?,"[/size]
"Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name , Abigail Christine Bailey[/b][/i]
nicknames , Abby
gender , female
age , twenty
date of birth , 8 April 1988
sexuality , straight
major or grade , Interdicplinary Studies
Clique , angelic.•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour , blonde
eye colour , brown
build , petite
height , 5'5
weight , 100
paragraph , Abby at first glance is average. If one takes the time to look again they find a simple beauty in her delicate face. Her warm brown eyes are rather expressive and go well with her honey blonde hair. She tends to dress rather casually jeans, sweaters blouses, She then likes to add heels and pearls. Abby looks like the type of person you would want to approch, the type of person you would want as a friend.
played by , joanna garcia
Canon or Original , canon
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town , Exter, Rhode Island
mother , Rebecca Katharine Carlson-Bailey
father , David Wayne Bailey
brothers , Martin Fredrick Bailey (27), Anthony Wayne Bailey (25), Gavin Alexander Bailey (22)
sisters , none
other ,
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history ,
Rebecca and David met in college and fell madly in love with one another. Three weeks after graduation they were married, it was the perfect wedding for the perfect couple. As happy as they seemed the real reason they were getting married so soon was due to the fact Rebecca was going to have her first child. Three boys later the couple found themselves living in a lake house and ready to have their fourth child. A rainy April morning Abigail was born. The boys were excited to have a little sister to protect and Rebecca and David were glad to finally have a daughter. The early years of her childhood went by like any normal child’s. She fought with her brothers, and made good grades.
During her middle school years the family fell on hard times. David lost his job due to an accident that left him incapacitated for several months, her brothers got jobs to help out but no one would let the baby get a job. She was too young to get a job but she wanted to help. Eventually it worked itself out but her parent’s marriage was never the same. Rebecca was stressed due to the tremendous pressure and the extra hours she would pull at work. It was like living with ghosts, they never spoke to one another and they were hardly in the same room with each other. During this time Abby and her brothers grew closer. Abby and her older brother grew the closest; it was probably the age difference that allowed them to be close.
Soon Martin went away to school and Abby was in high school. It was now that her parents chose to separate. This was hard on the family and now with Martin gone Abby felt extremely lonely so she immersed herself in the town lore. The Mercy Brown incident was the story of a family who after several members had died came under suspicion of being vampires. Mercy had died and upon exhumation and autopsy they found blood still in her heart, a sign of the undead and so they forced her brother to eat her heart to cure him. Sadly it did not save the boy and he died. It was odd for a girl like her to become so immersed in vampire lore but she loved it, and read everything she could get her hands on about the subject.
This fascination has stuck with her now, even in college. Abby does her best to hide it. Now she is working on her degree so she can teach elementary school. There was something about those years of her life that seemed so happy. With her two oldest brothers in Iraq and her other brother in rehab she is hoping being away from her broken parents and small hometown will help her keep her mind off of her family. It hasn’t helped so far but who knows, there is still hope.
personality ,
Abby is one of those people who is easy to get along with, she likes to be with happy people and is so up beat all the time. This helped her in high school; she was after all a cheer leader. What many don’t know is Abby is rather sad behind it all. Her happy family doesn’t exist and it’s hard for her to think of all of them in different places alone. She won’t ever let you catch her cry. The happy up beat Abby is who people like, not the sad little girl she became in middle school.
Intelligence is always something that comes to mind when you think about Abby, she graduated valedictorian of her high school. This was due to the hard work and of course the fact she is just naturally smart. Lucky for you she will gladly help you with homework, be it studying for your mid term or writing a paper. One of her favorite things to do is tutor at the high school. This intelligence sometimes cuts her off from others, they find it irritating or intimidating.
Overall Abby is a genuine person. She does her best to please everyone without pleasing herself. She has never had sex, or even really kissed someone, she didn’t date much in high school. Sometimes, usually under some sort of pressure she has a problem with verbal diarrhea. Its like she doesn’t know when to stop, her friends find this endearing as well as her brothers.
likes , scented candles, pearls, lace, warm blankets, rainy days, cushy chairs, staying in bed all day, cheering, football games, hot choclate, romance novels fridays, vampire lore, family, cold weather
dislikes , smoke, dirty water, bugs, grape flavoring, white empty walls, boats, june, math, not knowing what to do, electric toothbrushes, cardnials
fears , dying, running out of time, losing her family
hopes , to teach, to fall in love, to have a large family
secrets , likes vampire romance novels, never been kissed, hides a bag of candy in her room [/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name , kay
age , not needed
Random fact: , I am allergic to artifical lemon
experience , 7 or 8 years
password , keyboardrehab
sample , from another forum
[She sat up in her bed, sweating. “Bugger” she whispered. She sighed, it was just a dream. She had no idea why she had been selected to help with the Ministry alongside their Agents. For the past few years she was damage control for an incompetent healer, though he would claim he was busy. She dealt with public relations, maybe this was the break she was looking for. In her mind she knew that wasn’t true, the carnage she had seen, jesus, nothing could have prepared her for it. The bodies just laying there the smell of charred flesh. She tried to do what she could when sent to a sight, she wasn’t allowed to enter a battlefield without at least two Agents.
It was so awful. As much as she did it just wasn’t enough all those innocent lives. She shook her head standing she made her way to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Joann Henry, thin and beautiful, long read hair everything about her had been perfectly manicured. She despised herself, she had this beautiful flat not a blemish on her body, and she only saved a few children that day. “Look at yourself, so concerned with your own life. You are an awful person.” She sighed and a tears soon flooded her hazel eyes. She shrank down the wall, reaching for the razor on the edge of the sink, she slowly cut three thin lines into her right thigh and watched them as they bleed. Of all the blood she saw her own seemed too measly. It hardly made up for what she couldn’t do.
The calico purred as it entered the bathroom and mewed at its master. Joann lived alone, well aside from her cat, Jax. She pet the cat as its weaved in and out of her thin legs. With a sigh she stood up, she grabbed the clothing she was wearing last night and dressed herself. She needed a drink, Rose’s the was just around the corner. Her long red hair bounced around her thin shoulders as she walked down the street to the familiar location. At least there she would feel a little safer, she hated living alone, maybe she would put up an add for a roommate. Someone else needed to be there, she couldn’t stay in her house she was too consumed by the devastation.
She entered Rose’s and took a deep breath, the jittery and cautious heads of the few inhabitants jerked in her direction. Most of the pub's occupants, these days, were the desperate souls of the New Life Community. They were the folks that had already lost it all to this war. They were the lost causes, and it seemed okay to Joann to mingle with this crowd. They lamented their own sad songs. They wouldn't tell your secrets. They didn't care. The aroma of whiskey and peanuts filled her lungs, and right away she felt soothed. “Hey Jo” Tom smiled form behind the bar, she had become a regular since she had been put in the field. She gave him a smile and sighed “Hey Tom, busy night?” she asked her voice soft and slightly fragile sounding,. “The usual then?” he asked her the glass already in his hand, she nodded and a large glass of Irish Mead was placed in front of her. She smiled at him thankfully and took a sip. A warm feeling washed over her and her nerves were calmed.
Two of the other women in the bar looked like those she had been sent into the field with. The Ministry wanted their mental states evaluated. She didn’t feel like she could. Too many people were hurt. Too many people moaning and calling out in pain. the moans were enough to haunt her even now, in a neutral environment. She needed a roommate. Soon she had an add posted up. ROOMMATE WANTED, FLAT OVER BAKERY RENT IS NEGOTIABLE. PLEASE OWL JOANN HENRY. WIth that she asked for another mead and watched the two agents.
Her eyes glanced over her ring-less right hand. The tan line the engagement ring had left was still present. Of course he left her, after her first trip into the field she was as different person. No one was the same once they witnessed the slaughter of millions. The first venture had left her cold. The two agents she had been sent with specifically were missing and she was stepping over the dead bodies looking for a sign a life from any of them, “Jo...” a familiar muffled voice called out to her. “CODY!” she whispered terror-struck once she saw her little brother. His mangled fifteen-year old body laying there among the broken bodies. Immediately she dropped to her knees and scooped him up into her arms and begin healing him. Something weird caught her eye, a burn on his forearm, she pulled the sleeve of his sweater, a bold black tattoo of a snake, the make of the opposition. “Cody...How could you, how dare you” She dropped him and backed away, her hand covered her mouth. Salty tears made streaks in the dirt on her face. Her baby brother a member of the oppositions Death Squad? It wasn’t possible.
BAM!
A searing pain stung her cheek and a cool wetness spread over her face, blood. An agent had pushed her out of the path of a green flash of light that shot out from her brother’s wand. With a slick flourish another green flash from a friendly pistol hit Cody in the chest. And just like that, Cody was gone. How could she tell mom and dad? The next few hours were blur when she snapped out of it she was at home with Kyle, her now ex- fiance. He promised her he wouldn’t leave, but after a week of initial shock he was gone, he left her note explaining he couldn’t be with her, something about finding himself. The coward. She had worn the ring another month in hopes that he would come back to her. Hope was a funny thing, hope is a fallacy that died when she took the trillion cut diamond and placed back in its emerald colored box. Her aunt had come to stay with her for a while. She not only witnessed the murder of her brother, but she also lost the man she loved. It hardly seemed fair, but who decides what fair is anyway? She shuddered at a thought, she has the training and power of many healers before her, the innocent have nothing.. No protection from this merciless slaughter. So many of them became a part of the casualty statistics.
Before discovering her brother’s secret life everything had been so clear. The bad guys were separated from the good guys. It was easy to tell right from wrong. She would never tell anyone, but she often wondered if she was on the right side. maybe the Ministry was in fact wrong. She came form a long line of healers, rumored to be the long lost line of the great family. The Henrys were nothing like them, kind, loving people, Her mother an artist and her father a retired Ministry man. The great family destroyed their own people due to paranoia and spite. She now herself believed the rumors, how else could Cody have ever abandoned what they had been taught when growing up. Unless her father....No. She wouldn’t question that, it was impossible. She touched her cheek gingerly, there was no scar, no proof that a piece of glass had pierced through her pale flesh. Maybe it hadn’t even happened, the first time she questioned her memory she went to see her mother who upon hearing Cody’s name broke down into sobs. She would never tell her mother Cody tried to kill her, it would be too much for her. Why was she protecting him? He tried to kill her. Taking another sip of the mead she banished the though from her mind, at least until she was back home, alone.
A dropping glass caused her to jump. Looking towards the cause of the sound, she let a slight sigh of relief to see a grizzled man who had merely fallen asleep dropping his glass. Then instantly she was struck with grief, before the war had started she wouldn’t have given that noise a glance it use to be a common occurrence in the many pubs she use to frequent. Now the slightest noise would cause not just her but anyone to jump. It was funny how trust had become such an issue in just a few months. Usually one could depend on the smiles of strangers now you only see the tops of heads and shifty eyes. Tracing once more over the healed razor cuts she longed for stability and the way things had been.
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