Ｔｈｅ ｐｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ ｃｈｉｌｄ..."Hello! I'm Amethyst. Why am I always smiling?
Don't worry, it won't trouble me to answer. I'm an
optimist, of course! Always see the bright side of
life, it's what's best! I'm also a girl. Just so you
know. Now, feel to move on to the rest of the
form, by the one, the only, ~FlameFox~!"
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Amy's Quote:
"When you smile at anyone,
it is an action of love, a gift to
that person, a beautiful thing."
- Mother Teresa
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Likes
EVERYTHING!
Friends
Fruit
Vegetables
Cats
Dogs
Rats
Hamsters
Amethysts
Precious metals
Eating!
Dressup
Sunbathing
Dislikes
Pessimists
Toasters
Cheese
Meat
Fire
Fur coats
Death
Candy
Plastic
Wigs
Dye
Makeup
Being cold
Personality: Amethyst, known as Amy, is a die-hard optimist. Not that she'd talk about dying. She's had a bad past, which is why she's so optimistic. If that makes sense. Rather than wallow in self-pity, she became a serious optimist. Although she still retains serious fears. Like toasters. In the fire that burned down her house and killed her parents, a toaster exploded and pelted her with shrapnel. Which is why her co-saying is "Goats are like mushrooms; if you shoot a duck, I'm scared of toasters." Although it makes no sense, she adores the way it makes people laugh.
Amy's a vegan, simply because she's lactose intolerant and despises any form of animal cruelty. She has several pets, including cats, dogs, rats and hamsters. She doesn't like talking about death, and instead refers to her pets as having 'moved on.' She talks about them as if they were still there.
Amy has an obsession with collecting amethyst jewelry. She has 3 necklaces, multiple rings and a bangle or two. She always wears as many as possible, 'for good luck.' Not only is she obsessed with wearing them, she's obsessed with giving them away to those in need. She has so few necklaces because she has sold or given them away for charity. She has such a good reputation (despite being 8) on the street that almost everybean knows her. Amy is a hard bean to hate.
Story: "Who? Who?"
The soft call of an owl was heard by nobody but a small bean shivering under her covers in the attic. Her golden fur was matted with sweat, and her shakings were uncontrollable. Why did she quiver so? For days, she'd had a bad feeling in her stomach, like she shouldn't be in her house. Her parents had dismissed her fears time and time again, but the feeling had gotten worse. Now, she felt like she was going to explode. Scared and hungry, she slunk down the stairs, wrapped in her favorite silk blanket. Downstairs, her sweating worsened. Who had turned the temperature up so high? She padded into the kitchen. Snatching a piece of bread in her jaws, she plugged the toaster in, plunked the bread down, and pressed the button. While waiting, she softly sang the lyrics to her favorite song, It's Time by Imagine Dragons.
"So this is what you meant,
When you said that you were spent,
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit,
Right to the top,
Don't hold back,
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check-" At that, she stopped. It was getting hotter. Did she smell smoke? Before she could react, three things happened at once. Flames lapped around the door, a cloud of smoke snaked into the kitchen, and the toaster- oh the horror. It exploded in a great fireball, consuming the bread and the counters. One shrapnel-filled tongue of fire lapped out at Amy and her blanket. The silk blanket, being unable to melt properly, shielded her fragile four-year-old body. Amy, scared and smoke-filled, passed out among the shredded remains of the toaster.
Amy woke in a sterile hospital bed, next to a pile of her belongings and her blanket. She knew her parents were gone, and that all she had left of her previous life were those belongings. Something broke inside her. After she finished sobbing, she saw that a figure had joined her by the bed.
"Hello, Amy." The figure was tall, with fiery red hair and compassionate grey eyes. Amy had heard of her. She rescued animals, dragons, anyone in need.
"F-flame?" Flame nodded, offering a hand.
"I think it's time for you to come home. To your forever home." Amy allowed herself to be whisked away. What had broken healed over time, stronger than before. She became the optimist she was today. But she never was quite complete. Her fear of fire, fear of toasters, they remained. So did a lasting image of her parents' smiles. But now she was in a forever home, where she could grow up (not quite!) and live out her life, bedecked in amethysts. Forever.
by Sheer » Mon Apr 29, 2013 2:21 am 
