Name:
Abellaine "Abella" Cauliff =
Age:
17
Sex:
Female
Height:
5'2
Weight:
118 Lbs
Hair Colour:
Black
Eye Colour:
Green
Build:
Petite
Apperance:
Hometown:
Not Known
Province:
Michigan Province
Territory/Region:
Northern Territory
Personality:
Abella is a quiet girl, and she doesn't speak, at all. No one hears her use her voice and most assume that she's either mute or verbally retarded, both of which she isn't. At first glance, the girl comes off as weak, the type to be easily bullied, but most underestimate the fire she holds. In reality, Abella, though patient and understanding, is a little ball of rage once ticked. Sure, she can smile, giggle and nod, but she's also very strong-willed, not necessarily stubborn, but very hard to talk out of things. The girl usually is carried by a wave of fragility that immediately shatters once she delivers a well-placed blow on her opponent, or whoever crosses her wrong, but mostly, this is a last resort. She has a tight grip on her surroundings, observant and resourceful, but sometimes, plays the damsel card just to see how things play out. It's a bad habit she can't shake.
Loves:
Observing
Likes:
Animals, Drawing, Cooking, Darts, Knife Throwing, Sleeping, Her Throwing Knives, Beating People up, Knitting, Sewing
Hates:
Loud Things (Guns, trains, thunder...)
Fears:
Dolls
Hobbies:
Throwing Darts/Knives practice, Observing, Sleeping, Knitting
Skills:
Knife/Darts
History:
As far as anyone could tell, Little Abella was found in a basket underneath a tree in some rundown path. No one really knows where she came from or who left her, but she was just there. A young couple took her in as their daughter, giving her their last name and treating her as their daughter. They did tell her about her origins, or what they know about it, and as disappointed as she was to not find any trace of finding where she came from, Abella decided to let it stay in the past.
Her adopted father, Alex Cauliff, was a man was known for his craft when it comes to making guns (something Abella didn't really appreciate) and who was skilled with the bow and knives, often bringing his daughter out to hunt with him since she refuses to step inside his workshop claiming that it smelled of molten metal and gunpowder. Surprisingly, Abella immediately picked up on how to fight with knives, and darts, though she was completely useless when trying to use the bows and guns. Her mother, Vanessa Cauliff on the other hand, was another skilled seamstress well known for creating winter clothes that were perfectly snug as well as fashionable, taught her most of her useful house-skills, such as cooking, knitting, sketching, and singing. How she loved singing! It was her favorite activity and most would compliment her on her voice. However, it was that same voice that brought her family to great misfortune. Her voice attracted some slaver of sorts, or at least, a man with not-so-good-intentions towards the little girl. Desperate to protect her, her mother, who was at home at the time, tried to shield her child from the drunk man, who soon started firing upon the house. Her mother was shot and died within the next few minutes, leaving the young girl at the mercy of her captor. What happened the next few hours was one of pure torture and her throat had gone sore from all the screaming. By eve, when her father came home, he was shocked to see his beloved wife, dead on the floor, a dead man with a knife to his head and his barely clothed daughter hysterically sobbing in the corner with one of her dolls ripped open at the throat.
Years passed after that incident and as much as the girl tried to forget it, it was never forgotten. She became quiet, speaking less and less until she did not speak at all, except to her father, and trained hard to perfect her skills with her knives and darts. The once sweet, innocent girl had turned into quite the silent watcher in their province and though she wasn't well-known, the girl had build a quiet reputation upon herself; one of a skilled, silent fighter who should not be crossed. Then again, most of these are rumours that none would dare question.
The American Revolt [M] (OOC)
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