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This color represents Aricia.
This color represents Annalise Fitzgerald, Aricia's guardian.
This color is the narrator, or in some circles Captain Obvious.

But wait! How do I know what's written in the journal and what's RP?
...Chances are a "dear journal" or "dear diary" or something will appear at the start of the post. Or, if it's an RP, it might have a title to start it off. :3

(( Once upon a time... Originally written by Kiarna. This is Aricia's past life -- highlight to read.))

All of Earth was buzzing. Even the winds were gossiping about this new turn of events.

The great winged horse, Pegasus, was getting a bride!

Of course, the unfortunate thing was, Pegasus was the only one of his kind. There was no other Pegasus to be found in the world, never mind a female one. So the gods had decided to make him one.

Well, why not? Did not the gods create the woman, Pandora, as a companion to the lonely man? And so it was decided. The gods would fashion a bride for Pegasus, already in the prime of her life, and they would be married three days after the life was first breathed into her.

And so, the first female Pegasus was created. She was given no name.

A insignificant tiny farming village, whose name even some of the inhabitants there were wont to forget, was selected at random to be caretaker of The Pegasus Bride (as some had become accustomed to calling her).

That day, every man, woman, child lined up to see the entrance of this bride. Even the work animals pushed their way through the crowd to see her. And when they did, their dim, stupid eyes stared while their mouths dropped to the ground in pure, undulated awe. The people whispered among themselves that she was even more beautiful than the great Pegasus himself; and that she was stronger than ten oxes put together; and that she was wiser than even the Sphinx of Thebes.

But this wasn't what they cared about. What good would these attributes be to the villagers? They were of no use at all except for gaining three day's worth of cheap fame. No, what interested them was far more material.

...riches upon riches. The reward promised by the gods - two eternities of good luck and fortune blessed upon them - for watching over The Pegasus Bride. And perhaps even a bonus from the married couple...?

And so, for three days, every creature in the village - even the very fleas - did their best to appease her. They brought her only the finest of horse feed, and more. They selected a specially-picked group of children to spend the entire day by her side, there to help whenever she needed anything. Whenever she walked by a villager, the said villager would immediately stop whatever he or she was doing and drop to a low bow or curtsy, murmuring ridiculously extravagant praises.

In short, they treated her as if she was a princess of Athens, and then some. All that was worth anything in the village (which wasn't much, to be perfectly honest) was sold to provide for the lavished upon the Pegasus. But what did it matter? A world's lifetime and more of gold showers was headed their way.

It was on the third night, mere hours before dawn would shine upon the wedding, when every inhabitant of the village was woken by a messenger from the gods: The Pegasus Bride, and the village's services were no longer needed. Pegasus had made an acquaintance of a female unicorn the morning before. There was to be a wedding all right, but not one of two Pegasus.

The village was furious, the no-longer Bride bewildered by this shocking piece of news. The words rang in her mind over and over. I am no longer needed. Her mournful contemplations were broken by angry yells. The villagers had to blame someone, and gods normally do not take favor to those who blame them. Fortunately there was a scapegoat ready made.

The angry mob was determined to get as much use out of the useless, pathetic pegasus as possible.

In the end, she really did get worked to death. And maybe Death was for the better. She was given enough work to kill a hundred oxes each day, and sustained herself upon food only flies would touch. It was amazing that she even lasted the year or so she did - but then again, she was an amazing creature. The gods had made her that way.

Mm. They should have remembered that before they forgot about her, as if she was a broken toy.

(( Photos, brought to you by an investigation into the dusty stacks of history~ ))

(( Guardian banner goes here sometime~ ))

Name: Annalise Fitzgerald
Name meaning: Grace/Favor; "Son of the Spear-Ruler"
Nicknames: Anna, Ann
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: Adult
Birthday: August 28th
Astrological Sign: Virgo
Chinese Zodiac: Revealing that would reveal my age. c.c
Occupation: Baker, Candy Crafter, Sweets Specialist

Hair color: Red-orange with two blond streaks on both sides of her head, towards her face.
Eye color: Green
Skin tone: Light Tan
Distinguishing features: Her hair is nearly always worn in braided pigtails, or a braid -- she doesn't like it loose and flying about everywhere. She also has a pair of glasses with a thin wire-frame. The color of the frame is a green of some sort that grows more and more opaque the closer the frames are to the glass lens.

Abilities: Annalise is a witch, but not in the traditional sense. If you offer her a broom, she'll use it to sweep and if you try to get her a pointed black hat, she'll find a way to turn it a different color. The only sort of thing that's to be found in her cauldron is some sort of a sticky sweet treat that's being prepared, and anyone caught sampling its sugary goodness before its done will receive a playful pinch followed by a request to wait for it.

When it comes to any sort of magic, Annalise will do anything in order to avoid doing it. She has several books on herbs and potion-brewing (what sort of a witch wouldn't know how to brew one?), and even has a bit of success growing some herbs (if you could call lettuce a herb...).

If she absolutely must show a bit of glitz, she'll bring out her pen and paper. Through the power of rhyme and lyric, she can cast a spell through her poetry. She does her best to avoid doing this, as the ink is pretty expensive and her rhyming dictionary is about to fall apart at the seams due to the numerous times she's referenced it.

That and she's pretty bad at it. Honestly.

Personality: Annalise is an optimistic person who prefers to stay busy than to stay idle. Often accused of being over-optimistic, Annalise does her best to make those around her cheerful, or at least feel a bit better than they were previously. If it seems like her attempts to help are more of a hamper than helper, however, she will pull back -- and try a new tactic, often involving cookies.

Behind closed doors or as soon as she runs out of sugar, Annalise becomes less of a Crusader of All That Is Happy and more of a tired, over-worked and stressed mother of one with an older brother who needs to learn to wipe his feet before tracking dirt into the house geez I just vacuumed! If anything, her tiredness is a way to express her laid back perspective on life -- if things happen, let them happen. If said things happen to you that aren't satisfactory, then it's time to get up and change it.

Hobbies: Cooking baked goods and sweets, research, gardening, optimistic.

Weapon of Choice: Sweet, sugary treats

Best friend: Zaephyr (currently MIA)
Worst person in Aricia's whole wide world: Such thing can exist?
Most Respected: Alaoise Fitzgerald (Brother)
Likes: Baking, gardening (I have a green thumb, I swear!)
Dislikes: Discovering a lack of a green thumb, pessimism, casting spells
Strong Points: Optimistic, Dependable
Temperament: Laid-back
Strength: Cheerfulness
Weakness: Worrying
Loves: Growing things, working
Fears: Losing someone close
Pet Peeves: Tracking in dirt! C'mon, the plants need it!
Goals and Hopes: Zaephyr will return, and realize that he spells his name in a silly way.
Most-used Phrase: "Hello! How're ya doing? Want a cookie?"
Day or Night Person: Day
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
The glass is... Half-full! May I refill it for you?
Favorite food: Strawberries on spongecake
Least favorite food: Bland. Like plain, cooked noodles with no sauce. (That was a BAD IDEA.)
Favorite color: Green!
Favorite outfit: Dark green (or is it black? I can never tell...) T-shirt with a black skirt with dark green leaves all over it, with either boots or shoes. It's comfy.
Theme song: E-type: Paradise

[Relationships - non-GotP]

(( RP-Tracker shall go here, as well as events. ))

06/01/08 - Won guardianship of Aricia in GotP Rehoming event!
06/02/08 - Began setting up Aricia's journal.

(( And credits go here. Huzzah! ))