TS App: Anwryn

.:Edit - TS reviewer people. It wont let me add the app of any of the group categories. This could very well be an error on my part though :.

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Basics

Name: Anwryn Arabelle Littlehaus
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: To be honest, she probably falls most into the type of Pansexual...
Species: Human

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Appearance

Hair: very pale white-ish blonde. A mass of curls, usually pulled back slightly. Texture wise its rather coarse, and matted. It just looks neater than it actually is.
Skin: Pale, but not white pale. Also very smooth and well kept, in contrast to her hair.
Eyes: Sea green sort of colour. Very hard and cold shape wise, always seems to be judging something or analysing someone or just showing displeasure.
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: On the skinnier side of average. She makes sure she eats but she also spends a lot of time doing things. Tends to burn off a lot bedding people or arguing with dear father.
Clothing: Not made from the cheapest materials, but also not satins and velvets. They’re of a decent quality though. She likes to spite her father by wearing a much shorter skirt than he approves of, with several lace petticoats underneath. A simple shift top, corset on the outside. Long sleeve bolero style top with her family emblem embroidered on the back. Boots were just simple travellers boots that she attached cream coloured roses to because “They were pretty”. Underwear... she doesn’t really wear any. Nor does she wear any socks or stockings or anything like that.



Tainted Soul

Tainted Soul Ability: Illusion. She can create the illusion of objects/people to those nearby, for a short period of time. The longer she projects for, the more energy drained she becomes.
Tainted Soul Origin: Her sister. She had the ability, but was killed in a tragic drowing accident (IE, father killed her) and Anwryn saw. The soul sort of just attached to her shortly after.
Weaknesses: The illusions cannot interact. They’re not solid, they harbour no real danger and become faded and translucent if she used too much energy. The area in which the illusion can be cast is also fairly weak, probably a total radius of about 30 meters maximum. The further away the illusion, the weaker it is as well. Further more, if she attempts more than one illusion at a time, the strengh of the illusions is divided equally, meaning their visual solidity, the radius of projection etc, is halved for two, split between 3 for 3 etc etc...

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Personal History

Hometown: Mebovia
Occupation: Seamstress (You know, clothing repir and alteration, that sort of thing)
Personality: Anwryn’s a pretty quite girl, but seems to have a permanent distaste in her mouth. By that I mean she always appears a bit grumpy, or pushy. She tends to either smirk at people and belittle them, or scowl at them and generally be rude to them. Its not often she truly smiles and shows people her “private side” (her words, not mine!) She hates mornings, especially Mondays. She hates daytimes because its just too busy for her liking, she’s not a fan of evening’s either because all the vagabonds clutter up the streets. She rather likes midnight, when things are silent and she feels like she can breathe properly. Then again, midnight is when she feels closest to her dear sister. She doesn’t talk a lot unless she has an opinion on the matter (which, surprisingly, is quite limited in view for the most part) and doesn’t get on with people. Even her customers, whom she tries very carefully to be polite to. She has no steady lover, but prefers to just sort of “wing-it” and experience as much as she possibly can. Her favourite activity it to swim, but she doesn’t do this very often for she fears her father will try to drown her as he did her sister. Her second favourite is walking but she doesn’t have the right footwear for this since her father confiscated her travelling outfit. So, she settles for reading and drinking alone, listening to very depressing music, in an overly shadowy room with naught but a single candle for light.
History: Anwryn had an older sister, Erin, with whom she was best friends. Her childhood was pretty average, nothing special until she reached about fifteen. Erin, being seven years older than Anwryn, approached her father and essentially told him that she would be leaving. She’d fallen for a travelling chap and intended to leave with him. Her father sought out the traveller with Erin in tow, and demanded to know if his feelings were returned. The chap simply replied that yes he was fond of the girl, but quite clearly not as much as she. Erin killed him in her rage. Why would he not love her? Father fought Erin off of the body of the man, unknowing that his daughter had absorbed a strange power. Returning to their home, he demanded that Erin bathe and clean herself up, as an acceptable suitor would be arriving shortly. Bemused by her sisters change of personality, Anwryn followed her, offering to help her sister bathe. Try though she might, Anwryn could not pry any information from her sister. Infuriated by this, she screamed hatred to her sister and stormed away. Taking to her room, she ignored the fake laughter that evening as father proceeded to arrange a union between his eldest daughter and the suitor. Or course, once the suitor left, Erin bawled and shrieked and shouted abuse at father, and even at Anwryn when she emerged to see why her sister spoke so fiercely. The girls father slapped his eldest. “Why are you not more like your sister? She is a good child to me!” He screamed to which Erin replied that she hoped Deru would eat him before the union could take place. However, two weeks later, the union took place, and Erin was wed against her wishes. By this time, a fear-filled Anwryn had seen her sister behaving strangely. Dark mists has begun to follow her, images of things that weren’t really there. Even on the day of the union, Anwryn watched her sister walk to the altar, only to find her sister also standing beside her.
“If I am not really there, the union is a falsity. I shall never lay beside that man. Father will rue the day he arranged this.” Erin spoke, almost breathlessly. Anwryn simply shuddered and turned back to the scene of the union, noting a faint shimmer around the figure of her sister at the altar.

Once her sister had left the family home, Anwryn became her father’s obsession. He started analysing her wardrobe, removing some of her absolute favourite things and having them altered. He forbade her form climbing trees or playing with local boys. He forced her to wear dresses and skirts, to brush her hair and present herself neatly to those she met. One evening, whilst they ate soup, Anwryn lifted her bowl – a usual practice – and her father lashed out with a slap that stung so much her cheek flushed a violent red.
“Ladies sip, never gulp from their bowl. Do it properly.”
Exposed to this harsh training, Anwryn began to rebel. Her bright and blossoming personality gave way for a darker, more hating one. She stopped laughing and scowled more often. When her father arranged for her to work as a seamstress in a local shop, she spat at his feet though it resulted in him beating her nearly to death. Erin turned up unexpectedly a few months after her union, much to her fathers dismay. Her “husband” had been taken severely ill, and had not survived the night.
“I must return home, father, as much as I know it will destroy you to have me here.” She said, seemingly enjoying the torture that sat quite obviously on their fathers face. Anwryn stood and glared. This woman was not the kind and caring sister she had known. There was something wrong. Then she saw it. The shimmer. Her sister was an illusion, the same she used at the union. Opening her mouth to speak, Anwryn felt a cold chill wash over her as the illusion turned its gaze to her.
“Silence little sister or i’ll have your tongue.” The slimy voice spoke. But the distraction was all that had been needed. Their father strode across the room, reaching out to grab his daughter but his hand passed straight through. He hissed and recoiled from the thing as the door opened and the illusion vanished. In the doorway, the real erin stood, wet from rain and dithering from cold. Cursing, their father ran forward, pulling his daughter inside.
“Foolish girl...” he muttered dragging her behind him up the stairs. Anwryn followed, ignoring to the best of her ability the sound of her sisters screams and her fathers curses. In the larger room, a tub of cold water stood untouched. Thrusting his daughter forward, their father told her that she would pay for shaming their family. Her husband had died so early, no child born. She was tainted, worthless to him now. She broke the surface of the water, shrieking for breath but their father held her down. From the doorway, Anwryn watched the struggle, until her sister fought back no more. Running from the scene to her own room, she wept silently. Her sister had been tainted by something, but not as her father had suggested. There had been something evil inside her. Something bad and wrong. Terrified she fell in a favoured sleep. When she woke, it was morning. Daring to leave her room, she glance briefly into the tub, but there was no Erin. Not even any water or signs of a struggle. As she stepped onto the stairs, her father’s room opened and he snapped her name loudly. She jumped, shocked by him. She felt herself slipping but reached out to stop herself.
“If only there were a rail” she thought as she felt hard wood meet her body. A gasp form her father made her shudder.
“Evil.... witch child...” he whispered. She dared to look and was amazed. There, where none had been before, was a rail. Reaching out though, her fingers passed through it and the rail evaporated.

As time went on, these illusions appeared whenever Anwryn thought of them, weak at first, slowly improving form their crude nature to imaged that looked sturdy. It left her tired though, and the more tired she became, the harsher her words were. Her personality grew colder too, to fathers dismay, until finally, one day shortly after her 25th birthday, he banished her from the family homestead. She rejoiced as she went to work. Even the shop owner noted a slight improvement in her. When Anwryn told her that she was free to make her own life, the older seamstress even offered her a room, and Anwryn has been there since, until recently... When in the middle of the night, she hears faint whispered calling her name that sound oh-so-similar to her dear Erin. Even the slightly twisted chuckle that follows is familiar to her. Anwryn now ponders leaving the town, travelling where the whisper tells her she is needed, knowing that if it is her sister though, there will be a call for vengeance, at some point.

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Alliance


Neutral, Kingdom, or Deru: Neutral. She’s never really taken an interest in either side.
Thoughts on Deru: She questions if he’s even still around. She appreciates that if he is though, then yeah, he’s the big bad bully on the school yard, but he doesn’t affect her directly right now, she why should she pay any mind to him?
Stationed: She’s only ever been in/around Mebovia

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Misc.

Pet: Not a pet as such, but she feeds a mouse that roams the shop at night. She called it Hethelber Greysocks.