Heather Celia Auttenberg

[WickedWitch]

Name: Heather Celia Auttenberg
Age: fifteen
Gender: female
Birthday: October 17
Mother: Cecilia
Father: Robert
History:

Heather's parents never really got along very well. They were almost constantly fighting, so much, that at night, as a younger girl, she couldn't sleep because the shouting and occasional banging was too loud. She would press her ears under the pillow, but as though the feathers were speakers, she could still hear every word. After a few years, her faher just walked out of the house. It was midnight, and raining, and she sat there, in the widow seat up in her bedroom, watching him slam the door, and drive away, her arms locked around her knees, peering over the thin legs. She remembers.. not crying.

When she was twelve, her mother remarried, and though the man (Lenard) was an amazing guy, she was upset. She didn't really care for her father, but her mother getting married kinda broke something inside her. She was the main bridesmaid (much to the annoyance to her mother's friends) , and she went down the isle, tears streaming down her cheeks. After that, len tried to get to know her, but she just sort of blocked him out. She didn't want human company. She would sit in her room, for days on end, with her cat in her lap, and staring out the window.

When she found out about Bangle Tee, she begged her mom to let her go. they were a little tight on money, but finally, she gave in. Renting a horse was cheaper, and Heather loves hers. She think she might finally happy here, with her own sorta of "family".

Personality:

Most of the time, Heather is quiet and subdued, hard to crack the ice. She can, though, if you can unlock her, be happy and smiling. It doesn't take much to please her, just little things. She feels deeply, and loves easily. If she's angry though, you will know. She will be cold and rather give you the cold shoulder, not talking or anything, unless required.

She is active, and loves to move around, but she also loves to sait and write, or draw. She might sit, for hours on end, just staring out the window, in her own lilttle world, before being jerked out of her revere either by an outside distraction, or by an idea pokeing her brain.

Rather stocial, she takes offense easily, but givse no sign of hurt, or sadness. She hides inside, forcing a smile to make other people happy, while on in the inside she's crying.

what she looks like

Hair Color: blond, short
Eye Color: blue/grey
Skin Tone: paleish
Height: 5' 7''
Year: Sophomore
Horse: Marco - lesson horse