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Her face is considered long and thin with thin-almond shaped eyes, dark lashes and dark eyebrows. Her hair is a warm brown and almost stick-straight and the length of her shoulder blades. Keeping with the motif, Tegan's eyes are also a dark dark brown with a soft and subtle layer of glazed-red. It's barely noticeable in a small star-pattern throughout the brown of her eyes. She hasn't used much so the stars are extremely small and very difficult to notice until very close to her. Might not even know she were a drafter if you didn't know what to look for. Her lips are pouty but small in length and her nose would be described as 'cute as a button'.
Tegan's typical style of dress shows off all assets she has, however minimal, and high class. She spends all of the money she receives from her sponsor on clothing, or she resorts to stealing. She's pretty enough to gain food from flirting with unsuspecting men or going out on dates with losers.
Emotionally, she's immature. Throwing fits and stomping her feet if she doesn't get her way. She's highly controlled by her drafting of luxin and this is amplified while actively drafting. She's not above making scenes though sometimes she's in control enough of her faculties to mentally control the situation rather than throw up her hands and cry. BUT I WANT IT NOW!
As most sub-red's, Annabel has gained the ability to soak as much light as possible. She uses sunglasses to help shade her eyes in fear of going blind, since the way she sees her magic requires her to extend her pupil as wide as possible. Annabel, as a result, is able to see in infrared for brief moments in time. It's painful during the day, so she has a brief window around dusk where this ability is possible. But she can see heat signatures through walls and objects for brief moments.
MUNDANE ABILITIES: Tegan was not born into the lap of luxury, but she has expensive taste and her sponsorship doesn't always cover those Gucci shoes she absolutely needs. Tegan has developed the ability of the 'five finger discount' over the course of her life. Hmm, it seems that Slums training has paid off!
Anna Marie Welch was born to a poor family in Southern Lochstone. A normal, kind and humble family earning their way through their lives while keeping their noses as clean as possible. A family that Anna Marie Welch, despised. Carlos Welch, the man of the house, was a respectable man who refused to entangle himself into the Sa'Kage. He kept his head down, his nose clean, and it helped that he wasn't magical in any way. Neither were none of his children.
Until Anna Marie. She hated her life but she made the best of it. She grew up with a local girl, a much older girl (Carolyn Archer) [Moxie], who in Anna Marie's eyes had everything that Anna wanted. She had freedom and money, little did Anna know the methods of which these were gained. She wanted it, she wanted that same freedom.
When she began to show drafting capabilities at a very young age (13), Anna Marie demanded to be tested. She demanded to be sponsored. Her parents would not disallow her from going to the Chromeria, anything was better than this flea-bitten, worm-eaten life in the Slums. She would not be restricted by her parent's idiotic view of the world, their hopes and dreams of escaping Lochstone that never came. She would leave this disgusting place, even if it was by selling her own body to the highest bidder outside of the Slums.
So when Ephraim Crohm, an influential politician rich beyond all of Anna Marie's beliefs, showed interest in her pending her passing of the Trials, Anna jumped at the chance.
The Trials were the worst thing Anna had ever had to live through, she was terrified, tortured, injured mentally but it was nothing compared to the thought of being stuck in the Slums with her family. After four hours of seemingly endless torture, it was over. And Anna Marie Welch was no more. Ephraim agreed to her sponsorship, and Anna Marie emerged from the nightmarish ordeal with a whole new name, and a whole new life.
Annabel Tegan Hornwood was born and registered into the Chromeria. Being the loyal little girl she was, she sought Ephraim's attentions to impress him. At first she excelled at school, using that as an excuse to report to her new father figure. But when she was asked to spy on Ephraim's other sponsors, she did that too. Always wanting and eager to please her sponsor. She was rewarded with material gifts by her sponsor, by older drafters vying for her attention--as she is a pretty girl--and in her eyes she had succeeded in escaping.
Tegan does not see the Chromeria, or sponsorship, as a prison. She revels in its social castes and somehow has weaseled into the elite non-sponsored rich kids, mostly because she's told almost all of them that the senator as her father and not really her sponsor. Wishful thinking she supposes. Being only seventeen, and educationally behind, she remains a student at the Chromeria, being the good little spy for the Senator for both his sponsored students that clearly dislike him and the elite social caste she's weaseled her way into.
Tegan still sneaks back to the Slums occasionally, telling Ephraim she's visiting family she hasn't actually seen in years. Instead she visits Carolyn and Carolyn's new friend Naiomi [Indigo]. She still has no idea what Carolyn actually does for a living, has no idea she's a call girl, but she knows that Naiomi is (because she's done nothing to hide it) and explicitly makes it clear that Naiomi knows Tegan is judging her. Hard.
March 2017, Senator Ephraim sold Tegan's contract to a Fatum sponsor who relocated the young woman to Astral Circle while forcing her into summer drafting schools to ensure she graduated this year. In an attempt to punish Tegan, Senator Ephraim paid off all of those that could potentially organizing contact with Paige Bradley, the woman Tegan referred to as her 'sister' for so many years, since Tegan stopped reporting on her. As a result, Tegan is trapped in the South currently, trying to find ways to contact Paige while surviving on meager allowances from the Fatum that purchased her contract.
The monochrome sub-red rest her feet on her floor and rubbed her eyes. Her pupil already widened to see in the dark room allowed her to see the heat signature of her coffee maker in the corner. While she had her own quarters it only had a washroom and her bed, all of the other accessories she’d had to fit. So no stove, but she ate out almost every night. The coffeemaker glowed a soft red, in the sub-red’s eyes her vision was blurry from sleep. Tegan yawned and walked towards it, blindly pulling a coffee mug from her desk that was barely clean from yesterday and filled it up with the thick liquid that would get her through her day. Tegan was normally a one cup a day kind of gal, just enough to get her started.
Tegan had managed to pick that up from her father. Her father who was only able to afford one cup of coffee a day. She smiled, remembering the pitiful life she’d left behind in the dust and the bright and shiny one she looked forward to with the Senator. If only she’d been born his daughter, what would the differences have been?