Ava Melody Wainwright

AVA MELODY WAINWRIGHT ♀

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Nicknames:Crazy, Loony-Tunes,



Age: 20 years



Sexuality: pansexual



Height:5'0"



Weight: 120 pounds



Eye Color: hazel; appear bright green when angry



Hair Color (Natural/Dyed): blonde



Tattoos/Birth Marks: white (glowing) star on the back of her neck



Playby: Holliday Grainger



Fears: Not transcending into Avalon; losing Avalon



Likes: being left alone, being free, being outside



Dislikes: being locked inside, being inside in general



Quirks: A LOT



Strengths: strength of the mind, fairly reserved



Weaknesses: hates other people, not having much social skills



Parents:Mother was murdered by pilgrims; father killed himself



Siblings:only child



Hometown:The Forest



Highest Education: Homeschooled; not finished with highschool



Life Events:Born

Mom was killed when she was five, dad went crazy in trying to get her back. Ava was left to her own devices a lot. Started hearing the voices of the fairys of the fey world; as her mother was. To truly access the fey world, she had to kill someone so they said. She bonded with the wild horse, Avalon-who is a fey horse. Although they cannot be used, she has black butterfly wings that keep folded against her body. The two of them are inseperable. Her father killed himself when she was 16, and she abandoned their house in the woods and went to live amongst the trees with Avalon.



Pets/Horses: Avalon



Reason for Coming to Providence: To complete her task and transcend as a fey



Alias: Ostrich



Number of Humans: A lot



Number of Magic Users:5



Number of Characters Total: A lot



Magical type: The Fey



Magical Abilities: Has some water manipulation skills



Appearance to Other Magic Users: Normal; though her eyes glow a green shade and the tattoo on her neck glows if she is trying to use magic



Knowledge of Abilities: Minor



Ava kept the same smile on her face, never faltering-as if she was not a person but a porcelain doll with a face painted on. She kept looking at him, tilting her head slightly in confusion when he said something about them being scattered about. She wondered if the cabin her and her father lived in in the wilderness was ever found; his body still hanging to the rafters as she had never cut him down. He had always wished to fly; now had been his chance when the wind howled through the windows at night or the ground shook with the fury of the earth; he could fly now, hanging there. Even at the thought of her dead father's rotting body, she still kept the smile.



She blinked when he said about the water sprites, confused by the comment-she knew more about them than he...why was he...and then he disappeared. Wide eyed, the smile flickering ever so slightly as she searched for him-his placement in the water soon became apparent. She squealed as she was pulled underneath, a soft giggle escaping her. She knew the water sprites wouldn't take her; they were the ones who were trying with the wood nymphs to get her to complete her task. But, they also were unable to resist the handsome face of a man...



As she was pulled under by him, she kicked downward so that she was on the same level as him. She looked around them-the water was foggy with mud, but it was still like a whole other world. She playfully swatted at his hand as she held her breath, but seeing something flickering behind them (though really it was just a piece of seaweed) she knew that she had but little time to claim the man as her own before the water sprites thought better of it and took them for themselves, dragging him down to the water depths.



Just as she had done above water, she circled him, her hands brushing against his skin once more. Her body moved through the water as if she was born to it; like a mermaid as she curled her body around him. Her fingers traced up to his shoulders, and she raised her head to face his-a glimmer in her eyes she planted her lips against his in an underwater kiss.



As her lips pressed against his, she kicked upward-helping to bring them away from the water depths and back topside. As they broke the surface, she broke the contact, pulling away slightly as water trailed down her face. Her cheeks slightly flushed; partly from the contact and partly from holding her breath.



"It's not me who must worry about the water sprites, Derrick."



Her tongue clicked on the last syllable of his name, still tasting it and trying it out to see which inflection sounded best. The smile replaced her gasping for air face, and she closed the distance between them.



"It is you that they would desire, unless you show them you're not an available man."



As she got closer to him, her hands reached out for his shoulders, and her voice dropped slightly to barely above a whisper as her face came ever closer to his again. A wonder was in her eyes-wondering what the man might do. Would he think she was a temptress in the water herself? Perhaps the task laid before her by the wood nymphs was not as unfathomable as she had thought...