WILLIAMS, Aristotle Luna

[aristotle luna williams]

ARISTOTLE LUNA WILLIAMS



PB: Becky Lou Filip



Aristotle Luna Williams. A student who is seventeen years young. She was born June 20th in Verona, Italy. She is straight and has the intent to stay that way. Neutral. She does not want a war to start, however she does not like getting in the between ground things.



Sweet, kind, caring, intelligent. All positive attributes of course. Some people say that she is one of the sweetest person they have ever met. She cares for every one of her friends. She tends to strive to be the top of the class and normally gets it. Easily frustrated, stubborn, quiet. Somewhat negative attributes. She hates dealing with directions and hates it when she gets lost. If she wants something bad enough, she will do whatever it takes to obtain it. She is not very social, thus quiet. She loves music and chocolate. White chocolate, not so much however. She enjoys laying back and looking up at the stars once in awhile. Fire is a big love of hers considering that is her power. She isn’t one for swimming of course. She hates when people act ignorant or just plain idiotic. Jokes and idiots are two completely different things. She tends to over-analyze situations she’s in however. Its just a little thing about her people should know.

Her father is mostly to blame for her personality and quirks. Her mother was always away on business trips, so her father was always at home taking care of her. He taught her how to play guitar and piano, helped her with her homework, all that jazz. Her father always gave people a second chance, and so does Ari. She doesn’t ask a lot of questions, just lets a person start off with a clean slate.




Okay, Ari grew up with two wonderful parents. Her mother however, had a job that made her travel a lot, so she wasn’t there most of the time. Her father taught her everything she knows today, except for the power bit. Her childhood was nothing to be worried or amazed at. She was just a kid with two parents; one, which was rarely there, and one who was always there.

Her father got a job when she was eleven and began seeing less and less of him as well it seemed. She felt like she had to live on her own most of the time. She would come home from school and she would make herself dinner, do her homework, and clean up the house. Her parents were surprised when they came home to find the living room a battle ground however. This would be the first of many incidents on how her power became to be. She explained to her parents that she was only trying to light a candle and something happened. The flame grew larger and got out of control. Her parents didn’t ask very many questions normally, but this seemed to spark their interest in her a little more. She told her father that she thought of the both of them going away and never coming back home one day. Her father noticed that her eyes fluctuated in color and turned to gray instead of the bright blues they had always been.

Once she was still eleven, her mother had developed lung cancer for smoking. Ari lost complete faith in her after that. She didn’t hate her mother, but was disappointed that she would lie to her for so long about something like smoking. She died a few weeks before she turned twelve. It crushed her, but her father had moved the two of them to the United States. Some place called Worcester, Vermont. Her father quickly found out about the fire power after an incident with the school system he had enrolled Ari in. Apparently, a few kids were making fun of her for something and she just lost it. The teacher had lit a candle and the room went up in flames. He quickly enrolled her in Donovan Academy when she was fifteen. She has heard of this war thing before, and even though she's all against it, she hates getting in the middle of things. She is neither supporting it, nor against it. Neutral.



Fire and heat manipulation: Ability to bend fire to the users will and likes.
Strengths include being able to form anything with the fire. Isn’t very hard to control.
Weaknesses include not being able to create it out of thin air.
Limits: If angered or saddened, Ari may not be able to control it very well. Thus, being very dangerous. Abuse of the power is tiring to her and cannot use it for long periods of time. Short breaks are often needed.



Nothing else.



This was it. Party time. The petite Ravenclaw girl opened up the large box her mother had sent with her and told her not to look in until the dance. She rolled her eyes and almost threw the dress across the room. She just slid on the black dress and tied the red ribbon around her waist. She put her hair back in a little messy side bun and put the silver headband on. She twisted her body around and let the dress flow. That was the best part about being in a dress. She put in the snowflake earrings and the pearl necklace that was her mother’s. She placed on her right wrist the charm bracelet she never really wore. After that, she put on makeup and was ready for the dance. She looked again in the box to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Oh hell no. She was not wearing those things that would cause her nothing but pain and misery all the way through the dance. She looked through the two pairs of shoes she brought with her and decided that her mother wanted her dead or something. She put on the heels and tied them tight. She stood up and felt like she was going to tumble over.

She peeked out the doorway to make sure no one else was in the common room. She felt so awkward in a dress; unnatural almost. The coast was clear. She slid out of the common room and carefully walked down what seemed like millions of stairs to the ground floor. She caught her breath and sucked it up and walked in. Good thing all eyes were on the head boy when she entered the room. He was just telling everyone to have fun and keep it clean basically. She snuck around the crowd to the punch. She felt it would be a lot safer over there then in the middle of the dance floor with the heels on. She took a sip and sighed. This was going to be torture almost. She then began to look around for Saiph. He had said something about a present and she was very intrigued to know what it was. He didn’t look like he was here yet. She refilled her cup and went over to one of the chairs placed around the room and took a seat. She would just have to wait, but she didn’t mind.

Friends and boys came over to ask her to dance, but she refused. One, she was wearing heels. It would be a catastrophe. Two, she can’t dance whatsoever. She got her father’s “moves”, which were slim to none. Her mother had tried putting her in ballet when she was younger, but she just couldn’t catch on. She was more of a hands-on learner instead of watching and learning. She rolled her eyes at the awful memory and she seemed to have quickly finished off her drink. Great.

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