Abigail Dana Parker Fior

ABIGAIL DANA PARKER FIOR ♀

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Nicknames: Abby Lee



Age: 38 years



Sexuality: pansexual



Height:5'1"



Weight:110 pounds



Eye Color:hazel



Hair Color (Natural/Dyed): brown; differs on the season-gets highlights in it; in the winter it is a dark ashy brown



Tattoos/Birth Marks: a tattoo along the inside of her left arm in script saying "a blessed unrest that keeps us marching"



Playby: Emily Browning



To try to describe the complexity of Abigail is like trying to take Shakespeare's work and turn it to modern day speech. She is an enigma wrapped in travesty; a twisted tangle of hope and fear. Everything that Abigail is and was has been transformed, changed. The once awkward caterpillar having turned into a beautiful butterfly.

But still, trying to put Abigail into words...there are no words to describe her, never before, and forever after. Abigail is as she is-a fragile spirit in this harsh world-but she has come to cope with things. Still, from time to time, she seems lost in her own little world; lost in the madness and emptiness of her mind-speaking in riddles and rhymes in long forgotten verse.



Parents: Both Deceased; Martha and Damion Parker



Siblings: Leslie Parker; Cameron Parker; Ashley Parker; Kara Parker



Hometown: Providence, Washington



Highest Education: GED



Life Events:

The youngest of the Parker siblings...Abigail was the most innocent, but also probably the most scarred. She saw, though still has never told anyone, when Leslie killed their father. It wasn't the blood that splattered across the cabinet she was peaking out from; having been playing a game of hide and seek with her imaginary friends. It was the madness, the blood lust she saw in her brother's eyes that day, that drove her into an impenetrable shell. Fear of her own flesh and blood; fear that he would turn on her just as he had his own father. She had heard the cries from Ashley, but yelling and screaming was so common place in the house hold at that point, that it was when it had stopped that she peeked out, to wonder what had happened.

Her little mind at that point could do only one thing-hide. Hide from the shock, the fear. And when finally it returned, it was only partially there. an undiagnosed autistic, she excelled with language and reading; by the age of seven having read most of Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe-being able to recite it better than her much older sister, who had actually been taught it in school. She loved the tragedies, giggling giddily over the deaths. But the family was so twisted and screwed up that no one really paid attention to it, she was just another insane little Parker child.



Life continued, and she grew more and more fond of poetry, of Edgar Allen Poe, Emily Dickinson, Robert Browning...to name but a few. She would quote them, making nonsensical statements that many just laughed at, threw things at her and left.

But one boy, one boy stayed with her, sitting on the beach that day, listening to her ramblings and making some sense out of them like no one else could. And with that, the unbreakable bond between them was formed; all because she had lost her hat. And though there was madness in her speech, as she stared over the waves and recited the lines of prose inside her head, "If I asked you nicely, would you drown me in the sea? My soul would float amongst the waves-perhaps I could find a nice reef and become a manna ray. They swim so beautifully, like the beating of wings under water..." and he didn't mind, didn't pull away in utter horror at the speech. And though her brother came, and broke the two apart, several more times did they meet...

And in the woods behind her house, she shed her black garments and they made love. She was only thirteen, and he was seventeen. And there was such hatred, such madness from her brother Cameron-who had deemed himself her protector after Kara disappeared-that when Kara returned and found Abigail crying in her room, muttering madness under her breath; she kidnapped the girl and ran. Ran as far and as fast away as she could. Because she knew if the brothers found out the truth; they'd kill the man that her darling innocent sister loved. String him up by his unmentionables and forget reason. For he'd gotten Abigail pregnant, before she'd even had her first real period. Kara had wanted to leave word for the boy, but there was only so much she could do-and she had to leave without a trace.



Eight months passed along, and every where they went they'd only stay for a few weeks, if that even. She took a turn to fast one night, when she thought the brothers were on their trail, and skidded along the guard rail until finally plummeting off a cliff. It was a wonder they survived, but all three of them did. Abigail, Kara, and little Kaylen Sierra; an emergency c-section a month before her due date and leaving Abigail in a drug induced coma. When finally, after a month she awoke...the past year of her life had been completely wiped clean. She didn't remember the running, she didn't remember the accident, not the pregnancy, not even the one person in this world who almost understood her.

She recovered slowly, and Kara told her that Kaylen was her own; Abigail took a aunt role for the first year in Kaylen's life. Things were...normal. She was still drawn to the darkness, but it didn't need to consume her so completely. She did not speak in riddles and rhymes only, but learned how to speak in normal speech patterns again. She went to school. Things were almost...normal, or as normal as they could be for the Parker's.

Taking care of the baby was not something Kara was entirely used to-and so they stayed in the same town they crashed for nearly a year. It so happened, in all the madness, that Lee found them. Horrified he found that Abby did not remember him...at least not at first. Slowly, things began to seep through the block in her mind, and she remembered him. Tears of joy were short lived though-because the brothers caught the same trail that Lee had, and were on their way. Kara had to get them out, and couldn't contact Lee to let them know where they were going.

Time passed, and time and time again Lee and Abby were reunited; and time and time again they were ripped apart. Kaylen spent the first fifteen years of her life only getting glimpses of her father, but she knew he was always there. Slowly, the separation started bringing out Abigail's old coping mechanisms of riddles and rhymes. Her older sister was getting a new tattoo, and Abigail followed-taking one of her favorite lines and stamping it on the inside of her arm. 'A blessed unrest keeps us marching'



It wasn't until Kaylen was fifteen, that Kara and Abigial finally made their stand against their middle brothers...and realized that those years running weren't necessary. Lee and Abigail were finally able to be together in peace. Kara stayed nearby, with a man in the army that had helped them do most of the running. They had no more children, focusing on giving Kaylen the love that had been empty from her life those first fifteen years.



When Kaylen decided to move back to the family estate, Abigail was hesitant to let her. So much sadness rested in that home...so much madness. But Kaylen was persistent, and Abigail did not have the heart to tell her no. And now, with their daughter returned, the fear in Kaylen's mind has opened back up-swallowing her once more...what will become of her sweet child; will the madness and unrest in that house drive her mad as well?

But then Kaylen called, and said she had been proposed to. Needless to say, Lee thought he at least needed to meet the man. And, with a second child by Lee (finally), they headed off to Providence to meet their daughter's suitor.

Pets/Horses: Her husband has a dog; but she is not sure what to make of it-somewhat almost afraid of it



Reason for Coming to Providence: To visit her daughter, Kaylen



Alias: Ostrich



Number of Humans: I can't count



Number of Magic Users: 3



Number of Characters Total: Don't want to count



Magical type:Psychic



Magical Abilities: Can see through the vale of the living and the deceased and talk with the dead



Appearance to Other Magic Users: Appears as a normal human



Knowledge of Abilities: Yes, and tries to hide them



She had not felt the presence of a soul in a while. It was part of why Lee could barely ever get her out of their apartment. Nothing had occcured in this house, there were no ghosts there to torment her. Some of them were fine. Some of them didn't bother her, they barely noticed her. Some of them she could ignore because they didn't realize she could see them. But here...in Providence...

She still had never admitted to Lee what she could do. Hell, the only one who knew was Kara, and even then she didn't know the true extent. It was no wonder she could write, it was no wonder she was an author-for she had the muses all around her, whispering for her to tell their stories. Kaylen suspected, but did not know the truth. And coming back to Providence...well, she just hoped she did not run into some of her old "friends." But luck was not on her side. As they drove past and into town, she averted her gaze from the old cemetery gates. But several of them popped there heads up, feeling her presence return. Many of the ones there were only visiting; wanting to see their loved ones visiting them, or perhaps wallowing in it. These were the ones who knew they were dead. At least in Providence, many knew that they were dead. But...not her mother, nor her father would ever believe it. And like wraiths they floated through the old house; partly why Abigail refused to go back until now. It was time to make peace with things.

She gave a weak smile to Lee as they drove down the road, and glanced down to her belly. It hadn't been more than two weeks since she had missed her last period...she was hesitant to mention it to Lee, and hesitant to check. She didn't know how to be a real mother. She didn't know how to raise a child on her own.