abigail schewwing- human

[abi schewwing]

Character Name:

Abigail Penelope Schewwing

Age:

seventeen

Gender:

female

Sexuality:

straight

Canon/Original:

cannon?

Location:

forks

Loyalty:

human

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Physical Description:

Abigail's pale skin is nothing like that of a vampire. Instead it gives off a pink hue, but she never burns; just tans nicely. Though she's careful to keep herself healthy, there are always those red spots on her cheeks from being in the sun too long... And in Forks, Washington none the less. Naturally her hair a light blonde, Abi's hair has darkened a little as she's aged.

Unlike most blondes however, Abigail's eyes reflect green; not blue. She keeps her blonde hair long most of the time and sometimes wears it in the natural beachy waves that spring from her head. More often than not though, it's worn straightened and that's the way Abigail likes it. Slenderly built, Abi keeps fit by hiking in the surrounding forests of Forks. She also tends to keep a healthy diet which keeps her shape as well. Kind of tall for a teenage girl, Abigail stands at five foot nine in flats.

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Quirks:

bites her cheek when she listens
has never seen the wizard of oz
crosses her fingers when she lies
never makes her bed
one of the few humans that knows about the vampires in forks
tends to have some vivid dreams

Talents:

Abigail can write very well and tells amazing stories, usually depicted from one of her dreams. She can also play the piano and keeps a music journal under her keyboard on her desk

Personality:

Creative-
Abigail writes, reads and photographs everything in sight. She loves music and any art-form you can think of. Abi's creativity doesn't stop there however, she also can find a use for anything--in a non pack-rat way.

When she's not coming up with a quick fix, the blonde teen likes to write music and play the piano. Usually she starts off with a classic piece and twists it into her own work of art.

Intelligent-
A top student in her graduating class, Abi is a main tutor at Forks Library where she helps out younger students with their studies. She is very fluent in French, Math and English, as well as the language of music. Though she is a geek at heart, Abi doesn't show it outwardly.

Timid-
This shy girl can't be heard most of the time, and her timidness can seem a bit overwhelming at first. But once she learns more about a person, the more she opens up to them. After, Abigail is sure to keep you company and be the best person in your address book.

Parents:

Emily Avery Schewwing [mother-39] Deceased
David Harold Schewwing [father-42]

Siblings:

Evangaline Celeste Schewwing [sister-13] Deceased
Jackson Nathaniel Schewwing [brother-16]

Other:

Hannah Schewwing-Rennison [aunt-50]
Gerald Matthew Rennison [uncle-52] Deceased

History:

Abigail Penelope Schewwing was born on October 5, 1989 in Miami, Florida. Her parents were on their way to vacationing in the keys when her mother, at the time 22, went into labor at the airport. Mrs. Schewwing was rushed to the hospital in time to deliver a blonde baby girl with strikingly blue eyes. When released the next day, the family canceled their vacation, heading home to Hartford, Connecticut.

Within the next year and a half, Mrs. Schewwing would conceive again and give birth to a blonde baby boy. Jackson Nathaniel Schewwing was born in Seattle while the family was away on a business trip together. Both Abi and Mr. Schewwing were in the waiting room as Emily delivered the 7lb. 14oz. baby at 1:30 in the morning. Four years later Evangaline Celeste was born in Hartford, CT. She resembled the grandparents with her auburn hair and dark brown eyes.

Growing up the daughter of one of the most powerful lawyers on the east coast, Abi hardly went without. However, on her seventh birthday the family of five headed out to celebrate and were in a tragic car accident. As an eighteen-wheeler tried to merge on the interstate, it pushed the Schewwings' sedan off the road. With her mother in the passenger side of their black BMW and her sister sitting behind her, both died upon impact.

The sudden death to his wife and youngest daughter brought depression into David Schewwing's life. Along with his ever distancing relationship with his children brought a life of alcoholism, later costing him his partnership at the firm. Though well-endowed, money only took the now family of three so far before Abigail's life of luxury became a life of the lower middle class. A letter of eviction arrived one morning in late 2000 the the Schewwing residence, and though David had locked himself in the master suite, Abi and her brother Jack called their aunt for help.

Hannah Schewwing-Rennison, David's older sister, took up a custody hearing in Connecticut to get Abi and her brother out of the downward spiral their father had created. After winning the case, she brought them to live with her in Portland, Oregon where she was a secretary for the local high school. Abigail and Jack settled into Portland, though at the end of the school year their aunt was transferred to Forks High School in Forks, Wa where they now reside.

RP Sample:

{{ defying gravity |

{{something wicked this way comes|

Silence grew in the small two bedroom cottage. That's all she ever heard now that Jack was gone, and it still hurt a little sometimes. Okay, a lot. As the blonde stood in the doorway of her brother's bedroom, her onyx stared past the lifeless walls and through the window. Cars passed, glinting headlights into her home and splashing rainwater onto the sidewalk; something that would never cease in Forks. The gloomy town had the same feeling that the blonde oddly felt in the pit of her stomach. Regret. Though, the only regret she'd been feeling lately was resisting the urge to feed.

Grown hollow and grey, Her eyes were the only proof that she'd been neglecting her body. As a vampire she still stood beautiful and young, looking better than the average human, even at her worst. The thirst singed her throat, a low growl emerged. I'm not eating, the thought pursued its way through her body, but the burning sensation still lingered.

Something flickered in the window, and she passed it off to be another car. However, as it's light continued across the lawn, she straightened and looked out the window. Then, nothing was visible and what was more, it was still quiet. Silence. her brow furrowed, her onyx eyes gazed intently through Jackson's window to see what had caused the flickering.

Nothing still, yet the woman's intuition told her that something was wrong. Making her way from the door frame to the window, and opened it smoothly. Jumping out, she landed without a sound. Inhaling, an unmistakable scent caught in her throat; blood. The vampire turned to see a young woman laying on the sidewalk, her legs sprawled in opposite but impossible directions. Upon each foot was a rollerblade drenched in icy rainwater, and in her hand a dimming flashlight.

"People are so stupid!" She let that thought slip out as she made her way back into the house to call 911. Though she'd normally help out in a situation like this, the thirst dominated her morale. It was best that she kept her distance lest the woman on the sidewalk be her only meal in weeks. 9-1-1, the blonde dialed, receiving a busy signal. "What the hell?" she hung up and redialed, still getting a busy signal. Cursing once more, she hung up for the second time and held her breath.

At once she was at the woman's body once more. Forcing her lungs to remain still, she bent down to check for a heartbeat. Faintly, a thump-a-thump continued in her frail chest. Her cracked head was still emitting blood as the blonde vampire elevated the woman's neck and pressed the head into her sweater to stop the bleeding. A twig cracked behind the scene and she inhaled. The quick breath felt like fire as the scent of the woman's blood penetrated through her body. Her onyx eyes grew wide at the thought of feeding, but instead the blonde dropped the woman on the wet cement and turned to look behind her.

Gasping for breath, Abigail Schewwing sat up in bed drenched in sweat. So this is what it's like to be a vampire, she wondered pushing back the down comforter that seemed to restrict her airway. Abi slid her feet over the edge of her pillow-top mattress and made her way to the hallway. Her blonde hair stuck to her neck, and Abigail pulled it into a messy bun and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Passing the sofa, her grey haired aunt slept peacefully and envy rolled through Abi's body. "Lucky..." the thought trailed off as she spoke aloud. The refrigerator light flickered on when she opened the door, but Abi quickly mashed the button and grabbed the pitcher of water. She pushed the door closed with her foot and poured the cool water into a glass, which comforted her as the liquid flowed in her throat. Looking to her aunt once more, Abigail snuck past her and back to her room where she pulled out her journal. Sitting back on her bed, she turned on a lamp on her nightstand.

Journal Entry #57
My dreams are getting more and more realistic now. Though I can't tell if it's just second nature now that I know their secret. Who was she though? The human I almost massacred. How did I become a vampire? I was one of them, I'm sure of it; how did i know the inner-workings of their mind though? And where was Jack? It seemed as if he'd been gone for awhile...

Writing down questions in which I have no answer doesn't make it any easier. Sure, I'll look back on this later, but what about now? What about all these dreams?

More later? ...we will see.
-A

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Neat print quickly filled the page and Abigail finished her entry with no answers, just more questions. Pulling the covers over her, the hazel eyed girl set the journal on her floor and turned out the light. Falling asleep came easy, unusually easy, and for once, she didn't dream at all. Maybe that's why it took her too long to wake up.

Thirty minutes too late for work, Abigail finally woke in the same curled position as she fell asleep in. Cursing under her breath, Abi pulled down her hair and combed it through, giving up on looking decent. "Mike's gonna kill me," she tattled to herself as she pulled on some jeans and found her work shirt. Along with a pair of socks, Abi shoved on a pair of Nike sneakers and headed into the kitchen for a pop-tart.

"Sorry Aunt Hannah," Abigail quickly interrupted as the older woman opened her mouth to speak, "I'm late."

Abi grabbed her breakfast and her keys on the dining table before opening the front door and running off to work. Newton's Outfitters was only a block from her house, but as the blonde raced in she knew she was in for a warning.
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