Annabelle "Little Bit" Bittell

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Annabelle Leigh Bittell

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SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS ashton or crimson
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET sixteen
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR five YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE just zeke
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Annabelle Leigh Bittell
NICKNAMES: Annie, Little Bit
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Female
RACE: Griffin
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: Len Kagamine [/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] If any one thing can compare to the color of Annie’s eyes it’s the skye on a cloudless day. Not only are they sky blue, but they’re also larger, much more so than her brother’s.
HAIR: Flowing past the small of her back, her golden hair is much the same as her brother’s. With the occasional streak of light, sand brown, she keeps it pinned out of her face, and occasionally pulls it into a loose bun, but only when she is fighting.
SKIN: With a bit more of a tan than her brother, she is still closer to a pale complexion than anything else.
BODY: With a petite frame, and slightly wiry muscle build, Annabelle is one of the smallest students, even compared to the younger kids, in the entire academy.
UNUSUAL: Just like the tattoo on her brother’s ribs Annie has an eagle head that extends from her shoulder to the base of her neck that is flanked on the bottom with a group of feathers. She also had three piercings in her left ear and four in her right, including her cartilage in the right.
OTHER FORM: Unlike her brother, Annie is a small, white spotted griffin. She is made up of a jaguar and a snowy owl. She is only about eight and a half feet tall, and twelve feet long, though she appears to be even smaller beside her brother and many other griffins.
APPEARANCE: Annie is almost what you would call a typical prep. She's about five feet six inches tall and doesn't weight any more than a hundred and twenty pounds. She has long blond hair, reaching to just past the small of her back, and blue eyes that light up any room. She is skinny, but borderline athletic, even though she hates almost every form of physical exertion.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
-Music
-Nature
-Groups of People
-Jewelry
-Drawing
-Sparring
DISLIKES:
*Being Alone
*Night
*Heights
*Plain looking People
*Being ground bound
*Humans
*Anyone over or Under B Class(with the exception of some of her brother’s friends)
STRENGTHS:
-Ground Fighting
-Healing
-Guitar
WEAKNESSES:
*Flight Fighting
*Bull Headed
*Easily Angered
SECRETS:
While Annie was born on the same day as her brother, she was not, in fact, a child of the same parents. That is known only two her mother and herself, and they have sworn to never tell Ezekiel. She is, truthfully, the child of Eliza’s sister, and Zeke’s father’s brother.
OVERALL: Though she is normally a very happy person that often waivers when dealing with people whom she doesn’t like. A great number of those people are those who are not of her class, but she tries to be as cordial as possible when talking to everyone, as to not come off as someone who is mean, because generally she is not. She is, when it comes to fighting, often blind to things which she should pay attention too. Instead of seeing all of the details she lets her anger blind her, and it drags her down.[/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Eliza Bittell(Emily Bittell)
FATHER: Unknown(Brenan Morosa)
SIBLINGS: Ezekiel Osiris Morosa
OTHER PEOPLE: Emily Bittell
HISTORY: Annie, much like her twin Zeke, grew up with Eliza Bittell in the down of Denver. Like most children she attended school, but unlike most she excelled. Instead of allowing herself time to deal with people whom she knew did not matter she dedicated her life to playing guitar and improving her grades in school. She spent nearly all of her time submerged, neck deep, in books and musical guides. Though her and her brother spent a great deal of time together there was one major difference.

On weekends, or any other time that he would spend at friends’ homes she was with her real mother, Emily Bittell. There, in the secluded mountains of Colorado, she learned the basics of healing, fighting, and flying. This time spent with her true parents, because her father was there also, was the highlight of her childhood. Every memory that she has, other than time with her brother and his friend, is with her real family. She understood that she must stay with her aunt and cousin. He mother and father were not supposed to have a child. It had been forbidden by not only their parents, but by the council. They had said that it would not be a good situation, the two families being linked so closely, but that had not stopped the two young lovers.

When she found out about her brother and the young girl from next door she was beyond upset, though she would never show him. She despised humans, as if her life depended on it, and hated that her brother was so entangled with one. Instead of lashing out at him, as she wished too, she went along with it and said nothing to it. In truth, she liked the girl. She was kind and sweet, but she was human none the less. When their mother told them that they would be leaving their home to go to school she was thrilled, already loving school to an almost unnatural point. Once they arrived she knew she was home, and knew that she would one day teach here.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] n/a.
RP SAMPLE: Without lifting his head he could feel Mother War's eyes as they swept over him. Just her presence was an amazing thing. When you entered the same room as her, or more like when she decided to acknowledge you, something hit you like a ton of bricks. Though most humans couldn't see it her aura was so strong she may as well have glowed. In all the time he had known her it had been apparent that she was special and not just because she was the head demon. Even if she had been just anormaldemon, she would have been amazing; that, though, was not a thought he could ever vocalize. If she even thought that he was thinking of her as anything other than his master she would do to him what she had done to so many humans. More than once he had seen her lay out a dozen full grown men for being in the same room as her when she was mad, and that was just with her claws. When the beak came into play a whole different story began.


As he looked towards the ground, which was quite an easy thing to do since his head was pressed to his blade, he saw, not for the first time, the blood stained floors of the Morrigan’s chambers. The cold, black marble did not hold up well against the many deaths that were administered within its confines. There were scratches as deep as his middle finger was long, and it was impossible to look two or three feet in both directions and not see stains from the blood of mere humans. The first time he had ever met the powerful demon had been in this room. He had almost met the same fate as many of the others who had come to her over time. If it had not been for the black flash in his eyes and the black war hammer appearing in his hands, just soon enough to knock her away she would have killed him. It was then that she had known he was more than a human whose futile attempts to help would mean nothing to her. She also learned of his sister, the white haired girl who could control light, being a half demon. Until that day they didn’t know themselves. They knew that both of their parents had been able to control elements, but they had not known that their father wasn’t truly their father. He was also a half demon, but he had not been their mothers mate. He was snapped from his day dream when his master spoke,“I expected as much. What news do you bring?”

“I have found only two more to join us. One is a half demon by the name of Aarions. He says his father was once in your army, but fell in the initial uprising. The other is a full demon, he seems powerful enough, but he worries me. Something is off with the way he speaks, I think he has something to hide, but I dared not push farther in the position I was in. There are many others, I can smell them, but they do not wish to be found. Perhaps if I had someone with me it would be easier.

“I know that is none of my concern, but that is not the biggest of our worries. On my way back I crossed over Italy, Rome to be more specific, and it seems that more and more ArchDemons are gathering. We may have a fight sooner than we expected.” [/size][/ul]

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