❝All I see is red. What do you see?❞
Full Name: Annie Renée Stewart
Pronunciation: An ∙ nee, Ra ∙ nay, Stu ∙ art
Meaning of Name:
❧ Annie is a diminutive of Anna. Anna is most likely a variant of a Hebrew name Hannah, meaning "gracious" or "favored", because in the Bible she was a sincere and merciful woman. Ultimately the name lost its initial 'h'.
❧ Renée (often spelled without the accent in non-French speaking countries) is a French feminine given name. Renée is the French form of the late Roman name Renatus and the meaning is reborn or born again.
❧ Stewart is relating to the royal family ruling Scotland 1371–1714 and Britain 1603–49 and 1660–1714.
Nicknames: The Broken Crown
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 124 years old
Mental Age: 28 years old
Birthday: March 28th
Zodiac: Aries
Race/Species: Nephlim
Nationality
❧ Mother’s side: Angel
❧ Father’s side: Alp (A mythological nightmare demon)
❧ Birthplace: Remote barn in upstate New York.
Accent: American
❝Queen is nothing but a title. A title that I cannot claim. Nor do I want to.❞
Skin Tone: Pale
Hair Color: Raven
Hair Style: Straight and long, reaching far down to her hips. When it gets wet it curls up just slightly. Sometimes she will pin it up into a messy bun or ponytail.
Eye Color: Naturally crimson and she has cat-like pupils.
Other details about her eyes: Her dark magic can change them to a bright blue just to blend in with humanity. Under stress, fear, or change, they'll flicker away back to the natural dark red.
Body Shape: Square
Clothing: She'll mostly wear anything black and quick to throw on. Easy to blend into the night and flexible for when she's fighting.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 135lbs
Tattoos: A faint one on her back depicting butterfly wings. The color is a bright cyan. She has another that's a vine decoration from her left hip all the way up to the base of her jaw.
Piercings: A simple black ball on her tongue.
Birthmarks: It's kind of covered up by the vine tattoo, one on her left hip that looks like a skull.
Scars and burns: Long inflamed marks on her back, stomach, and chest. She has multiple burn marks everywhere on her body from closing a wound with Dawn.
❝If you hate my cold nature stop stepping near the freezer.❞
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Preferred Gender: She doesn't have one.
Romantic Status: Single
First Kiss?
❧ Swept away by one of her mentors. Their relationship was simply platonic, she tried to use him to escape. He, in returned, tried to use her for power.
First Date?
❧ She will always claim she never really had one. Unless slaughtering hordes of brainwashed millennial demons count as romantic in the slightest.
❝And why would I care about your petty feelings?❞
Overall Personality: She's very cold and blunt. Always stating the obvious. She has a bit of a humorous wit to her, able to dance around someone's mental state.
How they view themselves?
❧ A monster. A killer of the night, ready to snap her jaws on hunger.
How others view them?
❧ She doesn't know many, only family. Rumors leavened with conjecture, she is seen as a disgrace. The words were mostly uttered by her grandfathers, tainting her image.
Postive Traits:
Intelligent
Brave
Integrity
Responsible
Reliable
Negative Traits:
Cold-Shouldered
Hot-Tempered
Loner
Aggressive
Grim
Likes:
Clear night skies
Her flower garden
Silence
Sitting on her roof
Exerting power
Dislikes:
Someone using her shadows against her
Human food
Enthusiastic people
Changes
Demons
Temper: She's very quick to set off. Anyone she meets is always on thin ice. Watch where you step.
Dreams:
Freedom
To be human
To be accepted
Fears:
The death of humanity
Accidentally killing a human
Falling asleep
❝You're merely a pawn in a small game.❞
Weapons: Dawn and Dusk, they're two spectral blades bound by a soul. She can call upon them, but cannot banish them unless they are physically broken. Once broken, Dawn cannot be resummoned until the full moon, and Dusk the new moon. She has to be careful when and where she does this, Dawn can cause fires.
Powers: She can control both shadow and light. The shadows are like multiple hands or persons with a deadly grip. Also with the shadows, she can make your greatest fear come to life, long enough for her to flee or attack. With light, she has multiple arrows at her fingertips and a temporary blinding power for fleeing or attacking. However, she doesn't use her light powers too often and relies on darkness. Her darkness isn't well trained and she often causes a nightmare to herself.
Intelligence:
10/10
Strength:
6/10
Emotional Strength
1/10
Speed:
9/10
Agility:
10/10
Stamina:
10/10
Defense:
0/10
Wisdom:
8/10
Humor:
9/10
Common Sense:
9/10
Loyalty:
7/10
Teamwork:
0/10
Confidence:
0/10
Patience:
4/10
Anger:
10/10
Control:
3/10
Kindness:
2/10
Trust:
1/10
Physical Health:
4/10
Emotional Health:
0/10
❝It's not negativity, sweetheart. It's called life.❞
Overall health: Fit as a fox. Nothing fully wrong except her mentality and her blood.
Mental Health: She's broken. She views herself as disgusting. A monster to be reckoned with. Something to be killed and slaughtered. She also periodically hears the screams of her victims.
Physical Health: Her body is frail and tiny, but due to her small frame it makes her fast and nimble.
Illnesses?
In all technicality, her blood is corrupted. Being of a split breed, her body doesn't know which to choose. The plasma is loose, almost like water. Yet it is dark like thick black paint. It's easy to spread the tainted drops across the grass to turn the blades black. She has to be very careful if she gets cut.
Mental Disorders?
PTSD. If she sees a whip or small knives, she'll either break down into a panic or cause a fight.
Smokes?
Yes, cigarettes.
Drugs?
No
❝I have seen the ups and downs of this plane. It doesn't deserve to be wiped out.❞
〈〈 HISTORY 〉〉
Childhood Life: Spending most of it in a cell, Annie can vaguely remember the age before she was swept away. She can remember the day she had met her blades. Well, at least the spirits that attached themselves to the dark and light. Dawn and Dusk fell from her lips, naming the dead. The dead that would be forever lost if she hadn't bound them to two weapons. Before she had reached four years old the demons took her. Locked her up because she was a combination not only feared, but also forbidden. To top this off her parents had royalty in their genes. After her birth their not allowed to claim their crowns. She cannot touch either as well. She was kept in a dark cell for many years. In silence, distant flames of fires beyond to be her friend. Cold bars were her enemy. A shackle to her ankle was a parent.
Teenage Life: Still in the cold lifeless cell, she stayed. As she grew older, she got cocky. Arrogant and spiteful. Lashing out anyone who came to mock her. Fed up with the noise, her grandfather issued punishment to the now sixteen-year-old. Day in and day out, she was slashed with whips upon her back. Many times it brought tears to her eyes, cried to her silent voice. The skin on her back painted in the black ooze. Many times she thought she had died, only to realize to demons controlled that as well.
Adult Life: Broken and quiet. That's all that remained in the cold cave with bars. A few would come, snicker at her humiliating place. She'd glare, the eyes filled with hunger and anger. They would scurry off whenever she stirred the shadows. She had grown powerful in dark captivity. Many forget that her genes carry ones of an Alp. Able to weave in and out of nightmares, of night. Finally, a March wind rolled over the surface of her imprisonment. Her bones could feel it as she turned twenty-five. It had been many years since someone came to the bars. To snicker, to laugh. To call her disgusting, a waste of a crown. This one did not, however. A man stood, just beyond the bars, a pitiful look upon his face. Empathy? Sadness? A combination of the two? She couldn't tell.
"What have they done to you?"
He called out as if he knew her, crimson eyes flickering in low light. The bars pried open, shadows she did not weave. The inky hands snapped the metal bars as if they were twigs, nothing more. Stepping into the cave, he gently removed the chain. It was rusted and surprised she hadn't realized she probably could break that off on her own. The realization hit once more. She fled, faster than she ever could. Instincts kicking in, one to feed. One to slaughter.
This is when she made her first regretful kill.
Standing in a pool of blood, she cried. Demons can forget their morals so easily, yet angels carry that weight with a heavy chain. After the rampage, she broke down. Killing easily over one thousand humans. Swallowing every soul greedily to fulfill her hunger. Warmth touched her shoulder, darkness filled her vision. The same two she had met years before, regaining their helpful master. Dawn and Dusk remained with her this whole time. Yet stuck on the surface, spinning in circles. Unable to save their savior.
They fled into the night, searching for a new home. A new calling. They settled with a plot of unclaimed land, Dusk and Annie building a cabin in the middle of the woods. Far away from society and demons.
Happy Moments: She can't recall much, the faint moments of her sisters. Either a tea party with Linda, who would then accidentally freeze the plastic cups or a dance with Lina. A prank or two with Lindy, only to get into trouble soon after. She holds these shattered and faded memories as close as she can.
Sad Moments: Her heart drags through the mud each time she remembers the faces she killed. At times she will cry at night because of this. The faint faces of her siblings and parents also haunt her; she desperately tries to remember.
❝Just because you're here doesn't mean I needed you.❞
Mother
Name: Cassandra Stewart
Status: Dead.
History: In older days her name was Cassandra - Dawn would be her future name - heir to the thrones of gold. She had four girls, all witches. It is one of the laws within the gates that all angels bare one witch in their life. Finding one human to serve as mother or father and fleeing with said child. Cassandra was special, she gave the gift of the seasons to her children. Even as the years went on, every time there is a hot day or a cold winter, Annie knows who made it.
Cassandra was never happy though. Living under the unending course of laws and regulations. She ventured to the mortal land one day, meeting a man with horns. At first, she didn't know what to do, beginning to arm herself with a twig.
A demon stood before her, handsome no less. Tall with black hair, piercing red eyes. His horns were curled, their tips barely touching his long, elf-like ears. He gave her a smile, opening his arms to the golden beauty. He had no weapon to brandish or show off. Instead, he just wanted to admire her, gaze at the lake eyes and blonde locks.
Talking can lead to common ground. They both felt trapped with their crowns, unable to burn them away.
Years would go by, feelings would pump strong. Until one day a child, ebony hair, eyes bouncing between red and blue. Happy, always happy. If that child could've only stayed that way.
Cassandra was called in by her own father, ridiculed. He told her she didn't know what love meant. That loving a demon was unnatural. Cries of an unwanted child made her father snap. He broke off her wings, leaving her bones shattered and feathers a bloody mess. Tossing them aside, she was squished under his boot. A king can be cruel, even the ones with a heart of gold.
"Don't," her final words began to crawl out of her throat. Her face turned to him, tear-stained and coated in her own blood.
"Don't hurt her." He was a fool to even think she'd beg for her own life. No, instead Cassandra groveled for the halfbreed. If she wanted to be lower than scum, so be it. He would happily oblige. The angel plummeted to earth, surrounded by sandy deserts. Crimson mixed in with creamy tans, Cassandra wasn't able to get up. She bled out, buried by the forgotten wastelands.
Father
Name: Dani Acor
Status: Dead.
History: Demons are slightly weaker, at least those who don't have strong blood behind them. Millions upon millions of types conversed under the rock. There was a prince named Dani; Dusk would be his name in later years. After the news of his missing wife, only recently marrying her, he fled to the underworld with his newborn. Demons turned heads, staring at their fallen prince. He glared back in fear.
He did the thing any father would protect his little girl. Although still children themselves, Dani found the coven of four witches. It wasn't hard, the house still under his fallen wife's name. Dani spoke with the eldest of the four, holding her face in his hands. That was his only option, to trust the half-sisters to raise the nephlim.
"Lindy," Dani spoke to the confused fifteen-year-old. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask how he knew her name.
"Your mother, she was special," Dani didn't let the girl speak, "far beyond special. Remember that, okay? I need you to take care of your youngest sister." He was holding back his own heartbreaking cries.
Lindy looked back at Lindsey in confusion, she was the youngest that they only knew. Her mouth opened again, wishing to speak. Dani squashed her curious flame.
"Just trust-" a loud bang came at the door. Time ran out.
"Dani boy!" A snake-like creature broke the door into wooden fragments. Its face twisted with a horrific fanged grin. The blood born alp stood protectively in front of the children, they cowered in the corner in return. Dani would go down fighting, willing to spill his blood for his only child.
The fight lasted for minutes, shadows and demons arguing about right and wrong. The prince was pinned down by the snake-like creature, unable to move or fight.
Dani made his last decision, he sacrificed himself to damnation. The demons dragged their prince in chains, happy with a catch. He was brought beneath the earth for eternity, his throne no longer in view. He didn't care for the cheap seat, his heart ached for his lost love. Loneliness is a silent killer, his few months of confinement and heartbreak left him dead. Dani literally died of a broken heart.
Siblings
Names: Linda Stewart, Lindsey Stewart, Lina Stewart, and Lindy Stewart.
Status: All alive.
Friends
Names: Dawn and Dusk (Spirits behind her blades.)
History: Dani and Cassandra were doom driven lovers, a power beyond the kings brought them back. Angels and demons never die off, simply reborn into a new body with their memories erased. These two prolonged such a thing, they didn't want to forget. However, such a thing is written for them. Forgetting little by little of each other and their child.
That is until Cassandra set foot on familiar land, a house with overgrown greenery. A coven beyond doors and a child with a crown of golden horns.
She wasn't alone, a presence stood beside her. The golden dead turned, meeting purple in her eyes. Flashes of a man of horror, a sweeter heart in his chest, danced before her very eyes. A sly grin spread across his faded face, arms open for the golden beauty.
"Dani?" Cassandra was in tears, practically choking on her own words. It was him, the one she never wanted to forget. Before she could run into her lover's arms, she was stopped by a young girl. The girl's hair was as ebony as the hours before midnight.
"Why are you crying?" The child was no more than three, her big red eyes making her look innocent. Cassandra knelt down to her own daughter, wanting desperately to touch her face.
"Nothing An-, I mean," Cassandra cleared her throat. Annie would never remember her mother's face, nor know why this strange woman knew her name.
"Nothing, child." Cassandra gave the little nephlim a smile. She attempted to place her hand upon the girl's head, but her heart broke. She couldn't touch her own daughter, her fingers slipping through matter.
Dani stood there, stiff. He couldn't look at his own daughter, the familiar ache echoed in his soul. Agitation was soon replaced in the sad pit, his hand roaming over his face. He could barely watch this, perhaps hoping he would forget. However, it melted when his daughter popped up with a question.
"Want to play?" Annie scurried for a ball in the play yard. She held up the rubber toy with the brightest smile on her face. The two dead shared a few glances, they figured why not? Wanting to share the last few moments with their creation of profound love.
"What are your names?" Annie tossed the ball, but it went through Dani. There was a flaw in their plan. The nephlim wasn't going to be discouraged, she tossed the ball away and offered tag. A single rule was made; the hand of the person who was it had to go clear through the other. Her parents agreed, but Annie brought the question up again. What were their names?
The dead paused, thinking on how to carefully answer. For some reason, they didn't want to state their names. They figured if Annie ran to her sisters, Lindy would definitely know something was up. No, Cassandra wasn't going to let Lindy waste her days away trying to bring back the dead. She knew the fire witch would try.
"How about Dawn and Dusk?" Annie said, hoping that the two liked the names. Her parents shared a smile, that was their loophole to avoid the truth.
The three laughed, a family again; at least for the few moments, they had left. That was until Dusk fell, his hand pressed against his transparent forehead. His memories were fading, along with him. Dawn quickly ran to him, her own glow brighter than his.
"No, no! Dusk! No! Don't leave now! Please!" Tears filled Dawn's eyes, she knew he would fade from existence. Annie stood quietly behind her parents, a tepid expression across her face. No one will ever know what pulled her to do what she did.
"I can save him." Determination was clear in Annie's heart. The child was always strange, sensing something that was never said or there. She ran into the house, dragging a book back out with her. It was bigger than her, but she did it without complaint or question. She flipped the book open acting like she knew what she was doing. Except she knew what she was clearly doing.
"Annie, this isn't time for ga-!" Dawn felt a shock throughout her body, something inside of her grabbed ahold of her invisible heart. Dusk was in the same pain, neither of them was able to speak. When the pain wiped itself away, Dawn and Dusk panted to regain their breath. Whatever it was, it hurt. Badly.
In the very end though, both of them felt different. They felt connected to the earth, the heavens, and the underworld again. Dawn reached out to Annie, but something appeared after she did. A bright shimmering blade stood before her gaze, lighted by flames of holy. Floating above the ground and leaving a patch of burnt dirt.
Dusk grunted behind Dawn, she whipped her head to see if he was okay. He was no longer becoming a faded memory, but he held his chest in pain. Dawn took his head into her hands, she felt him. He existed in the world and so did she.
Dusk let out a painful scream, the core of his chest glowing an intense purple. Just like Dawn, Dusk summoned a blade, jagged and corrupted. The weapon had thorns to rip flesh open, twists and turns to pull out guts. It was large and heavy, slamming into the earth. Becoming lodged into its own hole in the ground.
Enemy:
Name: Her grandfather, Coro (Father's side), the king of mayhem. (Underworld.)
❝Get the hell away from me!❞
Pessimistic or Optimistic? Pessimistic.
Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert.
Bookworm or Party Animal? Bookworm.
Dare Devil or Cautious? Dare Devil.
Logical or Emotional? Logical.
Working or Relaxing? Working.
Think before Speaking or Speak before Thinking? Speak before thinking.
❝And when plants die, what do we grow after?❞
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