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Description
Name:
Autumn Wyatt
Alias:
November
Age:
18
Gender:
Neutral, Feminine
Admin of:
Maze Area
Likes:
November likes metallic smells as well as a quiet room with a ticking clock. She likes porcelain and other fragile things such as glass figurines. Her
Her favorite color is amber, and she likes the feeling of being warm without getting extremely hot. Organized notes and making lists also, as well as making guesses for the future. She also likes to make eye contact and watch others flip through their emotions.
Dislikes:
Clear blue skies-- they're too perfect. She also dislikes most animals, but dislikes most people as well because they can be noisy when she is day dreaming.
Personality:
She will strike a conversation with a stranger without a problem, but she won't make much clear about what she speaks of. She likes to observe people and see how they act in situations, watching them go through the different episodes of human emotions, specifically in the dream world. She does that in reality as well, but to a lesser extent since it's not as easy to blend in. In short she comes off as aloof, yet personable. cryptic and friendly. She does not smile much either, but her voice resonates a distant feeling of happiness.
True form:
November's true form is similar to her dream form. Where she does not wear the ribbons or the coat, her appearance is fairly normal. dark hair, dark eyes, and fair skin.
Description:
November has a lot of minor changes in her appearance from reality. For once, her eyes and her hair show more color-- closer to the season Fall. However, the colors are subtle since November doesn't like to be too extravagant. She doesn't wear shoes, feet stained red and swollen from so much barefoot walking. She also wears two ribbons, one around her neck and her left ankle. they are reminders of someone she once knew.
History:
Autumn Wyatt had two sisters, her being the oldest. Her parents were often busy, but noticed there was something wrong in their family-- they disregarded it often, or it fell back into thoughts that could not be dealt with at the time. Though, they always kept an eye on dear Autumn, since she didn't like to do what others would do. She missed prom, she didn't do activities at school. she was content to come home and sit in her room-- without music-- and stare at her collections or write in a journal.

That journal held a lot of things. Curiosities of a girl, her thoughts, her feelings. Things that happened during the day, how she would have been upset or what made her most happy. There were also an awful amount of lists she made, and about anything. Types of birds, interesting words, pretty names, and ugly flowers. Some were simple, while others were complex holding details and examples. Theories on world creation, Causes for sickness. Why people love pets, or why do they pretend to be so happy.

The week of October 17th, Autumn was hit with an insatiable curiosity. She had listed and learned all she could, but had not done much on the human behaviors, characteristics, and its patterns. She wanted to know the different emotions, and list the chromosomes. Name all the bones and identify where pressure points were. Eventually she wanted to know what it was like to watch a person go from life to death. Meticulously planned, Autumn snuck into her younger sister's bedroom at night while she slept, strangling her in her sleep. The entire thing came naturally to her, the murder of her own sister. But she was dissatisfied in her results. Autumn returned to bed and awoke later to her mothering bringing her news she was already aware of. Samantha and her mournful passing in her sleep.

A month later, the night of November 5th, she was watching her littlest, and remaining sister swing in the park. Autumn wanted to know how fast a person could run with a broken ankle, and how long would they live. The idea came to her in a day dream, and she felt it was reasonable enough to test. Grabbing a baseball bat forgotten by another child, she went over to her sister and yanked her down from the swing. She was delighted to see the expression which followed from being forced down so suddenly out of the blue, and even more satisfied to hear the scream after slamming the steel bat down on her poor sister's ankle. She stood and watched for a few moments while the girl scrambled backwards in pain, soon leaving her alone there in the park. 2 'o clock that morning, the police arrived at her house announcing the death of sweet little Elizabeth.

Quote:
"It has to come naturally..."

Description
Name:
Autumn Wyatt
Alias:
November
Age:
18
Gender:
Neutral, Feminine
Admin of:
Maze Area
Likes:
November likes metallic smells as well as a quiet room with a ticking clock. She likes porcelain and other fragile things such as glass figurines. Her
Her favorite color is amber, and she likes the feeling of being warm without getting extremely hot. Organized notes and making lists also, as well as making guesses for the future. She also likes to make eye contact and watch others flip through their emotions.
Dislikes:
Clear blue skies-- they're too perfect. She also dislikes most animals, but dislikes most people as well because they can be noisy when she is day dreaming.
Personality:
She will strike a conversation with a stranger without a problem, but she won't make much clear about what she speaks of. She likes to observe people and see how they act in situations, watching them go through the different episodes of human emotions, specifically in the dream world. She does that in reality as well, but to a lesser extent since it's not as easy to blend in. In short she comes off as aloof, yet personable. cryptic and friendly. She does not smile much either, but her voice resonates a distant feeling of happiness.
True form:
November's true form is similar to her dream form. Where she does not wear the ribbons or the coat, her appearance is fairly normal. dark hair, dark eyes, and fair skin.
Description:
November has a lot of minor changes in her appearance from reality. For once, her eyes and her hair show more color-- closer to the season Fall. However, the colors are subtle since November doesn't like to be too extravagant. She doesn't wear shoes, feet stained red and swollen from so much barefoot walking. She also wears two ribbons, one around her neck and her left ankle. they are reminders of someone she once knew.
History:
Autumn Wyatt had two sisters, her being the oldest. Her parents were often busy, but noticed there was something wrong in their family-- they disregarded it often, or it fell back into thoughts that could not be dealt with at the time. Though, they always kept an eye on dear Autumn, since she didn't like to do what others would do. She missed prom, she didn't do activities at school. she was content to come home and sit in her room-- without music-- and stare at her collections or write in a journal.

That journal held a lot of things. Curiosities of a girl, her thoughts, her feelings. Things that happened during the day, how she would have been upset or what made her most happy. There were also an awful amount of lists she made, and about anything. Types of birds, interesting words, pretty names, and ugly flowers. Some were simple, while others were complex holding details and examples. Theories on world creation, Causes for sickness. Why people love pets, or why do they pretend to be so happy.

The week of October 17th, Autumn was hit with an insatiable curiosity. She had listed and learned all she could, but had not done much on the human behaviors, characteristics, and its patterns. She wanted to know the different emotions, and list the chromosomes. Name all the bones and identify where pressure points were. Eventually she wanted to know what it was like to watch a person go from life to death. Meticulously planned, Autumn snuck into her younger sister's bedroom at night while she slept, strangling her in her sleep. The entire thing came naturally to her, the murder of her own sister. But she was dissatisfied in her results. Autumn returned to bed and awoke later to her mothering bringing her news she was already aware of. Samantha and her mournful passing in her sleep.

A month later, the night of November 5th, she was watching her littlest, and remaining sister swing in the park. Autumn wanted to know how fast a person could run with a broken ankle, and how long would they live. The idea came to her in a day dream, and she felt it was reasonable enough to test. Grabbing a baseball bat forgotten by another child, she went over to her sister and yanked her down from the swing. She was delighted to see the expression which followed from being forced down so suddenly out of the blue, and even more satisfied to hear the scream after slamming the steel bat down on her poor sister's ankle. She stood and watched for a few moments while the girl scrambled backwards in pain, soon leaving her alone there in the park. 2 'o clock that morning, the police arrived at her house announcing the death of sweet little Elizabeth.

Quote:
"It has to come naturally..."