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Name: Abigail Krystal Gibson
Nicknames: Abbie to her family, Krys to friends. To fellow Wiccans (only the ones with an IQ low enough to tolerate her for extended periods of time), she is known as Scarlet Blaze Blush Berry, Maeve Flutter Fae, Melody above the Clouds, Helia TinderTouch, or Seawind Wild Tide depending on what element she decides is infuencing her the most at any given moment.
Age: Fifteen
Birthday: April 7th
Wiccan element: Fire
Occupation: Only a student. She held a job at Hot Topic once doing odd jobs but was fired when she was caught stuffing clothes into her bag.
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Nationality: American
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Claims Wiccan, but that's debatable.
Height: 5'3"
Build: She'd made up mainly of limbs. She's skinny and has a pretty flat chest - she can barely fill a teacup.
Hair Color: Naturally, a flat plain shade of brown, but she's dyed her hair in some horrible pink and green combo since then.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Likes: Impressing and aweing people with her wiccan 'knowledge', fantasy books, hot and possibly muggy days, feeling in control, a good meal.
Dislikes: Cold/wet/rainy days, being belittled or picked on because of her beliefs (however lamely she chooses to express them), lack of proper shoes, men (for the most part), dealing with her own emotional baggage.
Personality: Abbie is, in a nutshell, conceited. She takes her religion, made-up parts and not, very seriously and will bite her thumb at anyone who challenges her beliefs. If one would be able to get past that little defect, they would find that Abigail is just another confused mid-teen girl trying to take what life throws at her. She doesn't approach anyone for friendship anymore and has turned introverted after her sister's death, so getting through to her often proves difficult. and uh I'll add more later
History: Abigail was born in Seattle, Washington, in a podunk little hospital that was torn down shortly afterwards. She lived with her parents, then in their early twenties, in a two-bedroom apartment in a somewhat seedy part of town, but she never really minded, or noticed, or cared, spending most of her time at school and her friends' houses. Finding herself in the world without any older sibling to harass, she demanded her parents to produce her with a younger sibling (met with nervous giggles and shady glances). When they told her that, honey, we really don't think we're in any position to support another little child, she ignored their reasonings and prayed to the only god she could think of, the God, to please please provide her with a little sibling, preferrably a little sister because she had heard all sorts of horror stories from her friends about brothers who would pick their noses and eat dirt, and maybe a pony to go with her? In any case, one of her wishes was granted, and a few months later Victoria was conceived. When she was born, Abigail could use her entire right hand and left thumb to count how many years she had beaten out Darwin. Abbie was somewhat disappointed with the child she had been presented with - the ones on the diaper commercials were so much cuter, and didn't poo or cry or vomit as much - but she tolerated her anyway, since God must have presented her with this baby for a reason, and he probably didn't do returns anyway.

By the time she could count forwards and backwards to and from one hundred Victoria was learning to walk. Abigail had to admit, she grew to fit her standards eventually and attended all her tea parties with style. Abigail continued to fail to notice that her environment was slowly deteriorating around her, that her parents were arguing more and more often and that she had to huddle closer to her baby sister at night to stay warm. She kept herself alive by staying active and sharing food with her friends at lunch.

Victoria wasn't so lucky. At the age of six, she caught tuberculosis. Despite her parents' best efforts to save her, they could not afford the extensive care she would need and couldn't find anyone to help her. She died less than a week later.

Abigail was baffled.

Watching her mother sob and her father wear an expression she had never seen before, she wracked her twelve-year-old brain for answers. Why, she asked herself, did God take her little sister away from her? Did she do something wrong? Did Victoria do something wrong? No, she thought, frowning. Victoria was a very good little sister - more well-behaved than Abbie was at her age, anyway. Or maybe there was no reason. Maybe God was just being an idiot.

Out of shock from her sister's sudden death, she started to take more and more notice of just how terrible a situation she had found herself in, that she had been locked into and that was quickly spiralling out of control. Fearful, she consulted her friends for advice. One pointed her towards Wicca.

She approached it curiously, at first simply shyly offering her prayers to the Goddess, taking note of how things supposedly worked. Then, slowly, as her family finally started to rebuild their lives and try to make things better, she came to the conclusion that Wicca had saved her from those dreadful times and could only make things better. That's when she took religion into her own hands.

Three years later, Abigail is still feverently denying the fact of her baby sister's death and prays to her Goddess every night to bring her back. She's become heavily feminist in backlash to what she considered to be a hateful act of her previous God to the point that she will be immediately adverse to any man she sees (unless they are cute and show interest in her, of course). She's taken her paganist beliefs into her own hands by now and frequently manipulates the religion to fit her own desires, although she still proudly calls herself a Wicca. Her parents are baffled by her actions, but have put less stress on raising her than raising themselves out of poverty. They only see that she's rapidly turning into a train wreck, and, in a last-ditch attempt to recover the little Abigail who would always smile no matter how dire the situation, mistakenly send her to the island.
How'd she get to the island?: Her parents shipped her off after receiving a warmly-worded letter from what they believed was a camp for emotionally misguided youths.

... I'm still working on it, this is just what I have so far. @__@

About Wicca and Abigail's personal approach to the religion.

Some sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca
http://www.geocities.com/silver_birdy36/
http://www.wicca.com/
http://www.witchway.net/

Forgot what I was going to do with this one, so we'll just call it reserved for now.