OWENS, Abigail D.

[Abigail Darla Owens]

ABIGAIL DARLA OWENS

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stop and stare, you start to wonder why you're here not there.
and you'd do anything to get what's fair...
but fair ain't what you really need

I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE]. I'VE BEEN JUMPING AROUND THIS WORLD FOR nearly sixteen YEARS NOW, BUT ONLY FOUND THIS SPOT about two YEARS AGO. I WAS LED TO THIS HAPPENING PLACE BY an ad on 'the impulse'. IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE ENOUGH, YOU COULD HEAR nobody, BUT I GUESS THAT DOESN'T MATTER TOO MUCH. LASTLY, I'D JUST LIKE TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY i live in china - time zone difference, much?. OH! WAIT! AND I LIKE socks[/color][/font]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] Abigail Darla Owens
NAME MEANING: Abigail - 'Joy Of The Father', Darla - 'Dear, Loved One'
NICKNAMES:Abbie, Abz, Abster, Bumble Bee, Darling
SEX: Female
AGE: 17
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
MEMBER GROUP: Student
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Canon[/color][/font]
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] Alexis Bledel
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 170cm, 60kg
BODY TYPE: Slim
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Striking eyes; A scar on her hip from apendectomy.[/color][/font]
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font]

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• books
• candles
• rain
• movies
• soccer
• the beach
• cars
• chocolate
• her brother {!}

DISLIKES:
• peer pressure
• being constantly overshadowed by her brother
• failure
• being constantly introduced as "blake's little sister"
• losing
• olives
• being constantly referred to as "blake's little sister"

STRENGTHS:
• English
• Mathematics
• Science
• soccer
• conversation

WEAKNESSES:
• time management
• cooking
• lack of confidence
• speaking up for herself

HABITS/QUIRKS:
• biting her lip when nervous
• raising her eyebrow when suspicious
• frowning when focused
• eating food slowly
• clacking her tongue
• pouting when bored

OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Abigail is indefinitely the most trustworthy person anybody could know - she's an amazing secret keeper and loyal in that respect, making her an excellent confidant and friend. Being a responsible young lady, one can rely on her to get things done with a certain level of maturity (that is most prominent when she is around elders rather than her peers). Also, she won't often go against her conscience unless she has an extremely good reason to, her morals and ethics stable due to a good childhood upbringing - her parents appropriately strict with her about discipline and behaviour. However, sometimes she can act a bit outside herself if she is confused or angry, not thinking before she speaks and thus getting into more trouble than she's already in . Despite this, for the most part she is a huge people person - she knows how to strike up conversations and isn't afraid to do so unlike her brother (something she somewhat takes pride in).

Abbie has a fear of failing, of not achieving her goals due to her lack of self confidence, being frustrated with herself when she isn't able to do what she knows she must be able to if she tried hard enough. She's a bookworm, really, and a very intelligent sixteen-year-old overall, but she's aware that she is hardly the prodigy her teachers make out Blake to have been and this makes her feel inferior. However, she's quite adept at soccer (though not nearly as skilful as alot of the other girls on the team), though its about the only sport she takes a liking to although she originally forced it upon herself. She's a very competitive spirit, always in things to win them although when she doesn't she becomes annoyed with herself although she tries not to show it, bottling up her feelings of frustration until she feels safe enough to yield to them, usually only expressing them towards a very select group of people if ever.[/font]
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font]

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FATHER Julian, 45, police officer, healthy
MOTHER Rosaline, 42, nurse, healthy
SIBLINGS:
Blake, 20, mechanic, healthy
OTHER FAMILY:
UNCLE Roger Owens, 48, police officer, healthy
PETS:
family DOG DODGER
OVERALL HISTORY:
Abigail was the second born child in the Owens family, opening her eyes up to the world three years after her brother, Blake, had done so. They was raised splendidly by her parents, who treated them with a firm but loving nature, not giving the two all their desires whilst being generous enough to keep them content, despite their income being reasonable enough to have spoilt the children rotten. This simple upbringing resulted in two very bright kids who Julian was determined to educate at the highest possible level, working hard to provide the best life for his family.

Growing up, Abbie and Blake were incredibly close, always looking out for each other people awed at how friendly the sibling relationship was much to their parent's delight. When Blake entered highschool, he really began to shine, bringing home straight As and excelling far beyond the other pupils in his year; Abigail was pleased for him, despite her achievements clearly being below his. After all, she only expected that the same would happen to her once she reached highschool.

The Summer before Blake became a freshman, he broke both of his legs in an accident. Honestly, she was somewhat relieved that he'd done something wrong, something stupid even. He was only human. Still, it was one of the few mistakes she'd ever known him to make.

In Abbie's freshman year, she realised that her time in highschool wouldn't be quite the same as Blake's had been. At the time, he was in twelfth grade, still receiving top marks, still every teacher's pet. When her new teachers called out her name on the register, it was closely followed by "Owens, are you Blake's sister?" they're eyes brightening at the thought fo another star student to dote on after Blake graduated. She'd answer them yes, but only disappoint them when she didn't get the results they expected from an Owen; Still, they were reasonable, and Abigail soon came to realise that thanks to her brother, perfection was expected from her. The fact that everyone began referring to her as "Owen's little sister" rather than "Abigail" began to get on her nerves, not able to feel like her own person she was always constantly attached the legend of Owen. She could never live up to him, despite how hard she tried and the above average grades she achieved. Suddenly, she became quite competitive, hating the thought of losing or failing - which undoubtedly improved her soccer game (a hobby she had taken up with the knowledge that her brother had never been very good at sports). The notion that she needed to to beat her brother, in a sense, at something, anything, in order to regain her own identity was quite intense. Of course she still loved her brother, she always would, and he really wasn't to blame, she knew that - however, it would have been nice if he had stepped down from the plate once in a while in order to give her some time in the limelight, as she still struggles with being in the shadow of her older brother even after he's left school.[/size]

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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font]

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

A normal person would not have been out and about simply meandering about today - the chance of rainfall was high and it wasn't a surprise that the sky was overcast and overall it wasn't exactly one of Marina's most gorgeous days. However, Zoe wasn't exactly a normal person - in search of some form of amusement she had plugged herself into her iPod and began walking around the neighbourhoods, desperate to leave the stuffy flat she was forced to call 'home'. Luckily, an ice cream parlour was just around the corner - somehow, it seemed to Zoe, that its only purpose was to lift her spirits... possibly something a higher power had sent down from the heavens just for her. Of course, with not too many people walking the streets it was only natural that she'd be more self-absorbed than usual. "A scoop of rainbow sherbet" she asked quickly as she entered, forgetting any manners she might have picked up in her eighteen years. After having promptly been granted her request and two dollars being slided across the counter towards the man who had done so, Zoe sat outside on a round table, watching a few cars, some people, going about their daily lives. They fascinated her.. people; Mind, Soul, Spirit - it was all so interesting and complex, she'd always thought herself quite insightful into these matters.

Everything was so grey around these parts, thanks to the weather - her shirt and skinny jeans contrasted the dull tones the buildings around her presented. Surpressing the urge to scream in order to make everything a little louder (it really was too quiet for her liking) she brought out her camera. It was a professional-looking thing, a gift from her parents almost as a bribe to keep her from attempting to escape her life in Marina (they really were too paranoid about such things). People knew that Zoe wasn't quite the average girl... a little too loud, a little too different, not quite right in the head - although some of these opinions were quite true, at least her dancing gave her some sanity... and, of course, her photography. Taking a few snapshots of the urban scene, she caught childhood moments, passing cars etc. - different angles, different light, different objects. As a passing vehicle managed to spray dirty water on her whilst racing through a puddle, Zoe managed to drop her camera thanks to the 'pleasant' surprise. The crack of a lens caused her to cringe and forget about her now filthy garments.
"Shit."
Attending to the damaged equipment, she bit her lip. She had spares at home, it would be alright - still, what was she to do now alone in this creepily silent place. Everybody seemed to be at church or with their families. Of course, the Ames' weren't exactly the 'lets eat Sunday brunch together' type of people - although Zoe was eternally grateful that they had let her out; her mother could be such a pain sometimes. "Enjoy the moment," she told herself whilst taking another small bite of her ice cream, wondering how she could possibly see the silver lining at this point. Still, it was better than being cooped up in her room watching parent-approved DVDs (of course, they were cheap copies that were sold behind that Chinese restaurant - it was just like her mother to be stingy about such things); a bit of fresh air was just what Zoe needed.

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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES

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AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND[/font]

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