| Anne Gabriela Kelly |
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| Portrayed By: | Nelly Furtado |
| Status: | Dead and Gone |
| Age: | 24 |
| Calling: | Emotional Cleanser |
| Pantheon: | Atzlánti |
| Divine Parent: | Tlazoltéotl |
Background
My story begins with a young man, by the name of Joseph Kelly, who would later become my father. Joseph or Joe to his friends and loved ones had a broken heart. It was the summer of 1984 and he had just graduated from high school. His school sweetheart, Lisa Morgan was going away to college, in California. Joe had every attention of keeping their relationship alive. He had decided to follow in his father’s footsteps and work for their family plumbing business. He wasn’t the college type, but he decided he would be able to go and visit her. After all, he would be earning a wage and what better to spend it on, than seeing his lovely girlfriend. Lisa had other ideas, though. She didn’t want to be tied down, when she could be out with her new friends at college. She told Joe it was over between them. He was distraught. He refused to come out of his bedroom, he stopped going out with his friends and he even missed work. His father, Tommy was both disappointed and concerned. Trying to think of how he could help his son, he remembered that his cousin, Patrick owned a beach house in Mexico. He knew that Patrick’s son, Steven was planning to stay there for the summer. Steven was only a year older than Joe and although, the two young men weren’t the best of friends, they had been close as children. When Tommy suggested the idea to Joe, he didn’t protest. It would make his life easier to go along with it. Besides, it had to be better than staying around Queen’s, where every corner seemed to hold a memory of Lisa for him.
Joe and Patrick soon settled in to the beach house. The views were spectacular and there were a handful of bars, within walking distance. It was in one of these bars, that my father met my mother. He later told me it was love at first sight. This first sighting of her was from the other side of a bar. She was serving; he was ordering his first beer of the evening. He had never before met a woman this beautiful. It wasn’t just her physical appearance, though with her long chocolate brown hair and large brown eyes, she was stunning. There was something about her. When she looked at him, he felt like he was the only other person in the world. She seemed to like him, too. As soon as she had a break, she came to join him and Patrick. She introduced herself as Zola. Both Joe and Patrick were entranced by her. However, even though she was polite to Patrick, she made it clear she wanted my father. Eventually, Patrick grew tired and went to talk to an American blonde, who had entered the bar, with a group of friends that she was on vacation with. My mother went back to the beach house, after she had finished her shift. They sat up talking for hours. Probably more happened, but he is hardly going to tell his daughter the exact details. Obviously they did the deed at least once, though, because by the end of summer, my mother had informed my father she was pregnant.
He had no hesitation in marrying her. They wed on September 1st. He then took her back to New York with him. At first his parents, my Grandma and Grandpa Kelly, were shocked and unsure of my mother. Before long, though, her natural charm had won them over. Like mother, like daughter. My own charm has got me out of some situations in my time. I am not going to go into those, though. I don’t wish to reveal anything more than the necessary facts. I am much more of a listener than a talker. Anyway, back to the story. So everything was going well. My father was working and found a little house that he and my mother could raise me in. Not for the first time, a woman in my father’s life had other plans. She stuck around for a while. She cared for me till I was six months old. Then one night, she was gone, never to be seen again. Well, that’s not strictly true. I got to meet her one more time, but my father doesn’t know that. Anyway, he was beside himself, as you can imagine. The break up with Lisa was nothing compared to this. At first, he couldn’t believe she would walk out on him and me. He left me with my grandparents, whilst he searched for her. He went back to Mexico, searched the US and when he found no trace, he hired a private detective. Eventually, he had to concede, she probably didn’t want to be found. He has never really gotten over my mother. I think she will always be his true love. For most of my life, he never got involved with anyone else. He went out on dates and I am sure he had casual flings, but it was only last year, that he allowed anyone to get close again. He met a wonderful lady, named Rachel. They were married last month, in a simple ceremony at the city hall. She has a grown up child like me. A son named Jordan. I’m glad he has finally found someone. I worry about him a lot. He didn’t have it easy having to raise me alone. He did a good job of it, though. Even if I do suspect he may have wanted a boy.
He taught me to play catch, something we did every evening in the yard. Once I was old enough, he taught me the basics of plumbing, too. Maybe he hoped I would enter the family business. I never did, but I know enough that if my tap springs a leak, then I can fix it myself, without needing to run for daddy. Of course, I did other things, too. I was good at sports. Whichever I tried, I seemed to do well in. I liked running best, though. I still go for runs now. Early on a morning I put on my sneakers and hit the sidewalks. It sets me up for the rest of the day ahead. I was also in a lot of school plays. I even went to a drama class, after I left school, for a few months. It got harder to fit it in around work, though, so I decided to quit. I considered being an actress, for about a week anyway. My true dream has always been to be a psychologist. I am good at getting people to open up to me. I can think of no bigger thrill than allowing a person to purge themselves free of their emotional baggage, leaving them to feel cleansed. What I actually do though is cleaning of a different kind. Yes, that’s right; I’m a Mrs Mop, as Grandma Kelly would say. I get a real satisfaction in seeing a dirty place become clean. Like I said, it isn’t my ultimate dream but then I couldn’t afford the college fees anyway. I know there are probably ways and means, if I really put my mind to it. I try and put some money away, each month, towards my goal. I hope I will achieve it one day, but right now I am going to stay as I am. Felix says I am afraid. I kind of resent that. I am getting a little ahead of myself, though. I haven’t even told you who Felix is.
As soon as I was earning, I moved out into my own place. Okay it was a grotty studio apartment, but it was mine. When I first moved in, the apartment next door to me was empty; Felix arrived maybe three months later. It was a few days after I met my mother, for the first time as an adult. It was January and there was snow on the ground of the city. I was scheduled to do my least favourite building on our roster. I was supposed to have someone to help me, but she called in sick, shortly before six pm, when we were due to work. So I was alone, in a creepy and cold building, at six pm, on a winters evening. It was already black outside, when I stepped inside. The last office worker had already departed for a night in front of a warm fire. At least that’s what I imagined they were doing. The building was an old school, converted into offices. They had made a pretty good job of the upper floors; I was probably doing them a disservice. The basement however, had been left as it was, minus the removal of the old school supplies. I guess I should have started down there, before it got even colder and darker. What I did do was put it off, for as long as possible. This meant it was past nine pm, when I finally made it there. As I entered the room, I took out my mop and bucket. I washed the dirty floor, for a few minutes, when suddenly I was overcome by a feeling of panic. I wasn’t the kind of person, who has problems with anxiety, but this was a strong feeling. I also felt like I wanted to scream. As I was currently alone, in an empty building, I decided to go ahead and do just that. I let out a deafening scream. It echoed all around the basement, feeling it was vibrating through the walls. Next, I started to cry. Again, not something I do often. Between my sobs, I began to pour out my heart. I told my hopes and fears, my doubts, my insecurities, my passions, things I had never told anyone. Afterwards, I lay there, on the basement floor, feeling cleansed. I closed my eyes, gathering myself together in order to resume cleaning.
When I opened them, a beautiful dark haired woman was stood in front of me. I knew who she was immediately. My father only had one photograph of my mother. It was taken on their wedding day. She was dressed in a white dress, just as she was that night. I proceeded to have a conversation, with my mother that lasted hours. I am not going to tell you what was said. I will keep that with me and treasure it for eternity. I will tell you what she left me with, though. After we had finished talking, she took out a feather, from her dress (though I had seen no pockets). She pulled the feather roughly across her skin, till she drew blood. I winced, as the blood trickled on her white dress. But my eyes were soon drawn to something more spectacular. In front of me stood a snake stretching around 30 feet in length with brilliant green and gold scales and matching feathers. It seemed to have appeared from the ground. Without a word, my mother handed the feather to me. I looked at it and back at the creature, as it spoke. “Hello Anne. I am at your service, whenever you need me, you use that feather as your mother did” The creature than vanished, as quickly as it arrived. My mother took my hand in hers. “I must go now, but I will send someone to look out for you. They may not even be aware that I have sent them. You may need to educate them to the fact.” With that, my mother was gone, as quickly as she had arrived. I looked at the clock, expecting it to be hours later. Not a minute had passed. I completed my work in a daze. Once it was done, I stood there and said one word ,Tlazoltéotl. It was my mother’s real name.
Felix took some convincing, that he was a guide, to a child of a Goddess. Not as much as I had thought, though. My mother had chosen well. He was a professor in Ancient Civilizations. He taught about Gods and Goddesses in his lectures. He actually knew a lot about my mother. Some of which helped me understand myself a little better. I was definitely my mother’s daughter. I had no idea why he had moved in to my apartment block. I am sure he could have afforded better on his salary. He told me that after his wife died, he had felt an urge to sell of his house and most of his belongings. He wanted to live in a basic place and spend his money on experiences, rather than possessions. I’m not sure how much my mum had to do with that urge, but he seems happy enough anyway. What about me? Am I happy? Did my new found powers suddenly change my life? In some ways they did, yes. Although I have always been empathic and a good listener, I found this came much more easily to me. I also got…well, I will tell you what; maybe you will get to find out what else I can do if you ever meet me. I don’t want to give away all my secrets. Feel free to shares yours with me, though.
Personality
Anne is a confident and sociable young woman. She has a natural charm about her, that tends to attract people and makes them feel relaxed around her. Although rather secretive herself, she is good at getting others to open up to her. She often finds herself in the role of confidante, one that she relishes.
Relationships
Character Sheet
| Attributes | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength 2 | Charisma 4 | Perception 3 |
| Dexterity 3 | Manipulation 3 | Intelligence 3 |
| Stamina 2 | Appearance 4 | Wits 3 |
| Abilities | ||
| Academics 3 | Art-Acting 1 | Athletics 3 |
| Awareness 3 | Craft-Plumbing 1 | Empathy 4 |
| Medicine 1 | Investigation 1 | Presence 3 |
| Politics 1 | Thrown 3 | Command 1 |
| Fortitude 1 | Stealth 1 | Brawl 1 |
| Melee 1 | Animal Ken 1 | Integrity 1 |
| Relics | ||
| Relic (Coatl Feather) 1 | ||
| Knacks | ||
| Blessing of Importance | BFF | |
| Benefit of the Doubt | Center of Attention | Charmer |
| Blurt it Out | Stench of Guilt | Knowing Glance |
| Lasting Impression | Serpents Gaze | Blinding Gaze |
| Inner Furnace | ||
| Epic Attributes | ||
| Charisma 3 | Manipulation 3 | Appearance 3 |
| Stamina 1 | ||
| Virtues | ||
| Loyalty 4 | Courage 3 | Duty1 |
| Conviction 1 | ||
| Pools | ||
| Legend 4 | Legend Points 16 | |
| Wounds 0 0 0 | Willpower 7/7 | |
| Health -0 -1 -1 -2 -2 -4 I D | ||
