"I'mn notnafraidnofnthen dark,"
nnn↣ she said, her voice trembling against the
accusation. Her hands unconsciously began to clench up
and her arms drew towards herself; she was protecting
herself; she was afraid of anything that she couldn't see.
Name; Arabella, meaning "beautiful, beauty".
Current Phobias: Achluophobia- Fear of darkness;
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnPneumatiphobia- Fear of spirits;
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnWiccaphobia- Fear of witchcraft.
Hard-headed, daring, reckless.
age 12
nnnn"Hey, Ara, are you scared?" her friend called out to her, her voice rising into a mocking tone. Arabella wasn't afraid; she simply knew better than to mess around with things. "No," she answered, her voice softer than everyone else's. Her friend rolled her eyes; another smaller kiamara hid giggles behind her hand. "I'm not!!" Arabella retorted, grabbing the small mirror out of her friend's hands. "You're just being ridiculous," she sneered. Her hands trembled, but the other kiamaras had hidden their faces behind their hands. They said she was scared; they couldn't even face it. "Okay," she breathed to herself, turning the mirror over in her hands. The shine of the gold had disappeared when she had turned the lights out. She could barely see her own reflection in the mirror, but her eyes wandered to the edges where her friends had said there would be ghosts; souls.Easily distracted, paranoid.
nnnnThe book that laid in the middle of the room had told her to loose her train of thought doing something simple-- it had suggested combing through her hair. Her short hair frizzed slightly from the constant combing, but Arabella didn't seem to mind, or she didn't notice. She had easily lost her train of thought, but her eyes stayed glued to the edges of the antique mirror. It was late and she was tired; or maybe just her eyes had stopped focusing and she couldn't tell anything from anything else. Or maybe it was that time between sleeping and being awake where you see things that aren't real-- that would be a realistic idea. But the edges of the mirror blurred together and the warped edges played with the reflections. Ara's fingers slipped against the metal comb, dropping it with a soft ping! onto the hard tile floor. The other girls had long fallen asleep, and Ara felt the crushing feeling of loneliness and fear. She jumped up as the mirror crashed to the ground, cracking the already-warped glass, and lunged to the side. The hallway beside her had dim, flickering lights once she had flipped the switch with her shaking hands.
Unforgiving, superstitious, afraid, grown up.
current; aged 19
Ara never was one to forget things, and this was helpful in some ways-- she scored high on tests with her high capacity for memorizing words and dates, she could remember where she placed everyday objects. The one place this trait never helped with was with her unwanted memories-- things like horrible experiences, bad dreams, and lost friends still hovered in her mind for years.
Ara has a problem with not forgiving and not forgetting; she has many grudges that she holds against people who have forgotten about her and things she has not encountered in years. One of her biggest problems with not forgetting, however, is the fact that her past experience hover over her and terrify her. She can remember the exact sound of the mirror as it slipped from her hands, and the flickering of the lights that threatened to go out and leave her alone in her world of unseen terrors, but sometimes she doesn't even remember when her birthday is.
Her personality hasn't changed much. She's still quite stubborn-minded, and will often dare to push herself to limits that almost make her break down. Her paranoia of the world, and all the things that she can't see or know if they're real or not, has increased dramatically; though she does not wish to allow it to stop her.
Arabella has become bitter towards the world; she doesn't understand things, she doesn't understand people, she doesn't understand the 'karma' that she often believes floats around the world. Arabella does not wish to be separated from the world, but often finds herself outside of already-established groups of friends and colleagues; this only adds to her bitterness and resentment. But Arabella can still see the beauty in the world, and she believes she can 'sense' the unseen beauty, as she often feels connected to the unseen world more than the visible one.
Ara's personality isn't complicated; it's just a little hidden, and often accompanied by a small flashlight or lantern.
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