Annabelle Thompson, 22, Pisces, March 13th. Human.
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Black hair, ice blue eyes, porcelain pale. British as fuck.
Freckles across her nose, she has a small scar at the base of her throat.
No birthmarks.
Her ears are pierced and she has a black semicolon tattoo on her left wrist, no other piercings and such.
Nope nope nope, not a virgin.
WoC - a fucking butcher's knife, she made a sheathe herself.
Favorite color, food, and drink - violet, tuna, orange Fanta. (I have a thing for orange drinks I regret nothing.)
Bit of history- raised by her mother, father was never around - he died in a war overseas, and her mother was oftentimes drunk. She neglected Annabelle, so she was put up for adoption by the state and a really cruel family adopted her. She lost mind and killed them because they, too, neglected her, often starving her. She has an eating disorder to this day. Has attempted suicide about three times, a recovering self harmer, and tends to have trust issues. Relationships are all-or-nothing.
She's allergic to cats, but they are, ironically, her favorite animal.
She has a massive poetry kink. Speak to her in a poetic way - yum yum.
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