History
As Absynthe had first started to develop her own little personality around the age of 2, she had no problem with accepting the fact that she was a witch. She had told her mother so as soon as she head learned what the word was and what it meant. After being born into the world with a full head of bright, silvery colored hair, ghostly pale skin (though that's due to her albinism), and her seemingly glowing and reflective eyes, it only made sense, right? When the early stages of puberty hit, Absynthe had begun to develop in the same ways that other normal little girls would be starting at the age of 9, but with the added bonus of objects occasionally floating or even exploding due to her being angry or stressed. If she was feeling bratty or threatened enough, flames she would throw tantrums. Whenever she was in pain, she would emit waves of energy that would push anyone close to her away at random. And there was also the sudden glowing in her cheeks and fingertips whenever she felt an immense amount of happiness. Which, wasn’t rare, but normally for all of the wrong reasons.. Her mother thought her to be a gorgeous gift from God. While others took her unusual appearance and reserved attitude as something close to an omen... And maybe they were right. Again, Absynthe was the oddball. Strange, and different. No one ever liked different, so as it follows, not everyone was a big fan of her. The least she could do was to keep her abilities between herself and her mother. Being an only child with a widowed mother made it easier for her to be free at home. Though at school, when people would poke and tease because of her strange colored hair, and uncanny luminous eyes, it was harder to restrain herself. Especially when a random little boy from her class would run by and pull at her hair, or a group of girls would tease her for her skin and eyes. It was hard to not want to lift a desk and then drop it on him. Or burn off all of their hair when they weren’t looking. It was hard to keep the lid on herself until she got home. Where she could unwind and preen under her mother’s care and affection. Her mother knew of how the kids would treat her daughter, and she would try to confront the school, the parents, and at one point would even go with her to class to try and prevent the bullying. Leaving every classroom or meeting with stern eyes and her daughter's handheld proudly on her own because, one day... One day they would all see how wrong they had been about her little girl. Absynthe had grown into a fine young woman. Kind, quiet, and proper. Never opposed to helping those in need, even if they had spat curses in her direction just the day before. And she had blossomed into a wonderful, and quite a powerful witch. An Eclectic Witch is what she liked to be called; someone that follows no religion and chooses what traditions and systems to study. Thus creating a form of witchcraft all their own. It was hard to say the least, and people found it strange when freak accidents would occur around the town, but she had managed to keep most of the blame off of herself. All that she had was her powers and her mother, and quite frankly, it was all she would ever need. And while she still did have problems with controlling some of her abilities, Absynthe would manage. Always trying to keep herself calm and tamed, and good. That is until she just didn’t. Because you see, even the brightest of people can have their flame blown out too. Ever since her mother’s murder, she held an air of uneasiness and angst around her wherever she went. People now knew to stay clear of the area in which she lived in and if you were to ever see her, always look the other way. Maybe those people were right and she wasn’t a blessing nor a gift from god. But an omen, a curse of malaise set on them and to whoever she should meet.
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