Your Name: Jobo
Age: 16
How did you find us?: RPG D
Name: Annebelle Grace Colechester
Nickname/Alias: Spark
DOB: December 18th 1988
Gender: F
Job: College Student by day, bar tender by night.
Animal: Golden Retriever, though she's not so Golden...
Power Level: Independantly, she's an Alpha. She's never had the real opportunity to test this against another. She does not use power, as an Alpha, but rather wit and thought, carefully manuavering her way around a subject and/or topic, using knowledge to her advantage. This is the way it has always been, of course. But this also means she can be very weary of territory, especially others.
Mindset: She's very dominant. She walks like it, and her word of speech carries it in those long, English words. She's not afraid to let it be known either, asserting the title of mental rank to anyone who asks, vocally or physically. Such a strong sense of mind comes from endless encouragement and praise as a child, especially when well deserved.
Rank: Rogue
Human Appearance: 
No Tentes Aut Perfice "Either do not attempt; or accomplish" is written vertically on her wrist, in small font but just enough to make it out. It's the family motto they have in tradition. On her hips, both of them to match, is a
protection tattoo, that both her brother and father have/had. Her ears are pierced, one more so then the other in a times, but otherwise, no where else. Her ears are pierced; three on both ears, then a fourth on the left at the top. Plain and simple, her eyes are green. Sharp green that can stare you down and rip the truth from you by sheer intensity of the emerald hues. They dullen in the dark, however. They're her mother eyes, the only inheritance from the woman. She resembles her father more, or so she's told. Spark's hair is long, beneath the shoulder-blade length, with soft and almost un-noticable waves. Rich with auburn colors that faints out when kissed by sun, it's thick and healthy, which causes annoyance to her. She'll usually put it up into a loose and messy pony-tail, not taking care in fashionizing it because it's not like everywhere she goes is a beauty contest. It's silky to the touch, as she would conceitedly admit after running nimble fingers through the locks. Sometimes, it's a nuisance and she has to clip it up to refrain from cutting it all off.
She possess a slim body, that even though is quite lithe to the eye, has a decent amount of definition. This is due thanks to the running she does with the dogs in the morning and all the training she does with them. Liverpool, England granted her with the edged tone and silly words she uses. Though it's quite mellow and not at all thick, it can seep out and color her words violently. Of course, this only occurs if she's overtired and overworked. Spark doesn't spend hours in a store just looking through clothes until she finds the right thing to fit her best. She enjoys looking nice, and will occasionally buy a summer dress, but her wardrobe consists mostly of jeans and t-shirts among sweaters. in her closet, it's easy to find a battered pair of old, white chucks that she uses when she takes the occasional hunt.
Face Claim: Kristen Stewart
Animal Appearance(s) 
Though not very Golden at all, she carries herself just as gracefully as a real canine. Granted, there's a few minor details that you would never find on a real Retriever, but from a distance you could never tell the difference. Her coat gleams with evidence of health, and her eyes are never absent of glinting mischeif. Her form is well thinned out, weight balanced in this form better than any other. Her fur remains unknoted (unless she decides to do something that contradicts that) and keeps a healthy muscle-weight to her legs and shoulders.
Strengths: She's very agile, bending and turning as she runs down a beaten path. Though agile, she's hardly very silent, and can let herself be heard from myself off. She keeps a good head on her shoulders, always taking the time to think things through before making decisions that could anyway alter her future coming. Stubbornness can really go either way, but for now it's on her side, a determination of sorts.
Weaknesses: Water. She's deathly afraid of it. She'll cower and won't dare set foot in it. Shower's she can handle, it's just... large amount of endless, deep water that terrifies her. She stays far from it. She's very careless at times when she should be thorough, which has cost her plenty a thing in the past. Her attitude can be a slight plight to the way she handles things, which can cause a havoc to break out. Under pressure, she is not good. She has trust issues with people who appear untrust worthy.
Personality:Spark has a spunk and fire to her that can't be put out, despite the circumstances thrown at her. She's highly energetic and doesn't tire easily, if at all, and is always willing to offer a helping hand. Well, okay. Sometimes. She's fiercely loyal and tries to form friendships with every single person she encounters, unless she dislikes them upon first sight, finding that one can never have enough friends. Spark thrives on love and companionship, and radiates acceptance to everyone she meets who passed the whole 'okay, you seem good enough, i can lend my trust to you. now don't you dare break it or it's the end of ya' test. She's quite anal retentive about who passes this.
Spark doesn't stop to think about the consequences of her actions. Yes, she's methodical and thinks things through, but the one thing she lacks to analyize is the consequences. She throws herself into situations headfirst, and worries about what could happen as a result later. This often causes strife and misunderstanding among those who care about her, because she simply doesn't see what she's done wrong until it's far too late. She acts on impulses, and this goes for both good and bad choices. She thinks she's tougher than she actually is - while she is quite rough around the edges, she's unwilling to accept that there are certain things she truly can't do, and becomes angry and defensive when such is suggested to her.
She's not afraid to speak her mind, which has gotten her into trouble more than once. She's often blunt, direct, and straight to the point, and doesn't stop to consider that her words may be hurtful until it's too late. Sure, she'll feel awful about it, but she'll never admit it. It's just whom she is, and it's not like she can turn it off. She's been doing it for many a years, and now it's just sort of... reconile to what's given to her. Sarcasm isn't a unregular customer to her sense. Maybe she's just defensive, hm?
Likes:Being able to control a situation, being able to get out of said situation, anaylizing things, reading, enjoying a nice cup o' tea, working the bars, observing and taking in the mannerisms of people, drinking moderately, children (she longs for one someday), having a bit of fun with a fielder's sheep by chasing them (okay, occasionally!), privacy, finding the second rounded number of pi, chocolate (even if she can't have it. but she can smell it!).
Dislikes:Things getting out of hand, being insulted, rude people, ignorance, liars, being proved wrong (it stings sometimes), being told what to do, submitting to anyone, water, chocolate (it's a love hate thing, okay?), being ignored, people lacking the dignity of manners, broken instruments.
History:Spark is somewhat mysterious to herself along with others. It’s practically like drilling a hole through her palm to get her to speak of her past. Or perhaps using a method of torture to elicit the unspoken biography from a tomb that could send Indiana Jones running with his tail between his legs. Either way, Spark is a woman of little words to expose what's in the past. That's where things should stay, right?
December 18th, 1988. A small, hoarse wail of a babe tore through the small walls of the hospital, enlightening the world on her sudden existance. Tiny fists clenched tightly, eyes the same, little Annabelle Colechester (named after Anne of Green Gables) rested in her mother's arms, wriggling freely. Free of the confined spaces of the womb, she was an instant fidgetter, unable to keep still. Moss green eyes opened to peer at the four walls, the faces above her, the new things that her small, uneducated mind could not begin to comprehend. This later would result to an untameable amount of curiosity and need for understanding.
Born to Kayla and Ryan Colechester, she was the second child, a younger sister to a pre-older brother, Cameron. She, at such a young, tender and ignorant age, had been ever fond of her brother, always cooing and reaching out her tiny little fingers for him. It took longer than wanted for the young lad to warm to his sister, but the instant bond that sealed between them was worth the wait. Since then, it was very rare to see the Colechester siblings parted. He was always holding her hand, leading her around and keeping close watch on her. Anne's own personal gaurdian. Cameron kept Anne from wandering towards dangerous things, or even into them, such as alley ways and strange stores. Of course, mother and father were also close by.
School came easy to her. It was one of those simple things in life that some excellerated at, whilst other's struggle. Her one point of lacking was Mathematics. No matter how hard she would try, she could not grasp it's meaning, it's statistics, and that was greatly a delima. But with help and correspondance, it was seen to. Public School wasn't as easy as anyone would think. She didn't get the chance to make any solid friends, considering they were frequently moving to meet a job's requirements, but she always managed to have a healthy, young social environment where she would interact with them, even if they hadn't made proper friends. But it did make her awful lonely. It got better, as the grades went higher.
Unfortunately, she was bitten young. She had found a dog, pretty and all alone, tied to a bush and practically strangling itself trying to get away. At seven years old, you have that instinct tha you know what's right, but you're ignorant to the wrong that dwells in it. She wanted to help this dog. The price to pay for such a saviour of a thing was a bite. A deep, painful bite that the dog commited the minute it was set free, snarling around her wrist before taking off, fur glimering in the depth of the moon. Thankfully, Cameron was not that far and came to her aid. Her father was not uneducated in this case, and from there it was just a matter of time.
After the attack, Kayla grew ill, and over months, fell victim to death because of it. No one told her because she "wasn't a big girl yet". But if she was a big girl enough to take what had recently happened to her, with a new found mindset, then wouldn't she be allowed to know that her mother was never coming back? Cameron convinced their dad of this, and Anne learned what she longed to hear.
Following the events, Ryan could not stand being in that house, in that land with the thought of Kayla. Insistant, he packed up their bags, and moved them out to America. Annabelle was curious as always, and couldn't wait to see the new sights, the new people. Accents from all around. Cameron did not share her enthusiasm. Of course, she mourned the retreat of her birthplace and home, head leaning against a window as she watched it all pass by her eyes. It was going to be so, so different.
High School was a challenge at best, especially in a new place. She entered into Grade Nine, just as Ryan had become strict and jaded, encouraged to train her attitude into something sharp and to her advantage. Juggling homework, athletic practices, social activites and this curse was proving to be difficult, and in result she lost some friends. Until her spine grew in and she told her father off. What good it did her, earning a grounding and seventy-five push ups. But he did lay off just a bit, to Cameron's anger and dismay. He had always been second best since Anne was born. He felt she was the more loved child, though of course, he kept this to himself to muddle over pathetically. It wasn't fair. Not in his eyes. And he knew that it just
had something to do with her new ability. His blood was green from then on.
Anne couldn't keep a normal social group. Not after they started they jump-moving again. Where they would move and move and move, and guess what? Move some more. Not more than a month did they stay, and it was ticking her off. She confronted her dad about it, accentuating the point that hello, she wanted to pass her bloody grades and she wanted to get honors, and how could they do that when every month, they were moving! It screwed up her classes, each new at a different school then the last, in the same semester no less, and he reluctantly gave in. Her grade nine year had been totaled because of it, but she had a chance at Grade Ten.
It mellowed out considerably. No moving, and God forbid, they stayed for the entire year of grade. Even she was impressed. Of course, there was the odd hunt they'd go on (and if Anne was lucky, she didn't have to). Other than that, it was a working.... or, close to it, family situation. But the hunting and the moving, and all else had changed Anne. She'd grown a new spite of things, a new bite to it. Something stirring inside had rose from the depths.
The nickname Spark came to her in Grade Eleven. She had been dumb, and hot-wired a car on a dare. Of course, it didn't worky, and she ended up electrocuting herself and in turn, changing into a dog. People, after over their shock, began gloating at her, throwing words according to dogs, and "Sparky" fit. She kept her friend group, but the name was altered down to Spark and kept on from there. Of course, she was in trouble with the law, but it paid off in the end. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. But it quickly returned with the betrayel of her friends. They ratte her out, and the Colechester once again, moved.
From there on, it was consistantly quiet. Until Ryan caught ill and passed on, leaving Spark behind at eighteen. It changed everything. Cameron had shifted into something cold and bitter, dark and humorless, and never quite around anymore. Until one day, he up and left her behind. All she had to her name was a car and a school education with a left over fund of their fathers in the bank. No one had said it was going to be easy.
So she moved. To where she now resides, going to work as a bartender and during the day, attending a local college. It's not so bad. Sure, she gets lonely, and sure she has to watch over herself, but it's not like it's some crazy chore. She has her canine form, after all, and is very well capable of protecting herself. She just isn't sure what's planned out for her.
