Name: Annabelle Jason Wolfe
Age: 23
Appearence:
Height: 5'8
Weight: 137lbs
Likes: Video games, mechanical things, knives & swords, sparring, winning, singing, small animals (or large animals... she's and animal fan in general), and people who don't annoy her.
Dislikes: Anything frilly or pink, dresses, singing in front of other people, vast open spaces, strong smells (especially perfume), romance novels, and people who do annoy her.
Party Trick: "Um.. I'm not usually invited to parties. I can run a lightshow... does that count?" -Annabelle
Profession: Stagehand, runs the sound and light systems at a local music venue
Biography/Personality: For as long as she can remember, Annabelle Wolfe has been invisible. That isn't to say that people literally cannot see her, or even that they actively avoid her, as neither is the case. Sometimes, she knew, people were shunned because of some offense they had committed, or because they were simply different enough from the rest of society to be hated. This was not what happened in her case People never seemed to hate her. She'd never given them any reason to. Yet whenever she entered a room, she went unnoticed. Of course, she freely admitted it was her own fault. The way she stood, defensive and unconfident; they way she spoke, a voice so soft it could be mistaken for a whisper; the black hooded coat that she never seemed to take off- none of these things screamed "Hey, look at me!" (
In fact, she thought at one point,
the coat probably says "Hey, I'm shady criminal or something...")It was kind of a lonely way of living, but Anna liked it that way. If nobody ever saw her, she'd never have to face her insecurities. Though she was versed in the art of swordplay (an aspect of theater choreography she'd found particularly fascinating) and was not easily shaken by the problems of the world, vulnerability terrified her. She hadn't grown up among friends in whom she could confide. Instead she'd grown up watching people. People as a whole, she discovered, hated weakness. She could never let them see that she was weak. To be hated like that... it had to be worse than being invisible. And she was certain that if they knew her, they
would hate her. After all, she was a pretty quirky person behind all that silence. So she kept quiet, and kept watching.
Anna liked machines better than people sometimes. Machines, she knew, didn't judge you. Neither did video games (Well, if they did it was based purely on skill.) In the few years she'd spent in college, she had also found a great love for the theater, and being a stagehand had come naturally to her. So it was that she decided how to spend her time. She enjoyed her days at work, and spent most of her free time in the arcade. Occasionally she'd enter bookstores or libraries for information on weapons and fighting- searching for new styles to incorporate into the play she was writing, but most of the time she was too lazy. The arcade required much less effort. And if she ever tired of that she could always go back to people-watching.
Yet even though she was always doing something she enjoyed, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing. As she watched people at concerts and events laughing and cheering together, it made her kind of sad. She saw how people talked to each other, how they burst into fits of giggles at inside jokes, how they paired off together and spoke of love (once she'd even caught a couple of the members of one of the performing bands making out behind the stage), and she began to wonder if a complete lack of human interaction was really okay. What if they didn't hate her? What if she could laugh with them? What if she could be loved? But no, it was all too terrifying. She'd stay quiet, she decided. They'd never get to know her. Yet deep down, so deep that even she would not acknowledge it, she wished for someone to try.
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