Christina Nixon | Witch

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✧ responsible
✧ very intelligent
✧ protective

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ easily influence
✦ sometimes tries too hard to please others
✦ sassy

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Parents: Ryker Nixon (birth father), Brittney Love (birth mother), Jenna Bradford (adoptive mother)
Siblings: Joel Crawford (adoptive brother), @erin (adoptive sister)
Other Family: @chi, aunt
Important Others: Nova Bennette, Lily Bishop, Aloria Bishop (in her own time), Heaven Michaels
History:
Christina's birth mother was never really a part of her life. Her drug addiction caused her to lose custody of her daughter to Christina's father when she was just a baby. He doted on his daughter and for the first four years of her life she was raised in a loving home and taken exceptional care of. She was definitely daddy's little girl... until she was brutally murdered by a demon.

Although she doesn't remember it now, she spent the next few years in Heaven until suddenly she found herself standing in front of her father once again. He had made a deal... her life for his soul. Christina, of course, didn't understand any of this. For her, since she didn't recall her time in Heaven, she didn't even realize how much time had passed. To her it was just like she had been asleep for a little while. But here she was, a few years later but still four years old. She was with her daddy and he loved her and took care of her and that was all that mattered.

Ryker introduced Christina to his friend Jenna Bradford, who seemed to be very good with children. Christina took to her pretty easily, feeling safe and comfortable with her from the start. She also spent a lot of time with a girl named Heaven, who also did her share of taking care of Christina. Over time her father came around less and less and eventually he seemed to disappear altogether. It was a gradual transition and eventually Jenna adopted Christina as her own, as well as the baby daughter of a hunter named Reagan... Erin.

Growing up, the girls were taken good care of by Jenna. They were loved and taught how to be responsible, caring individuals, and were eventually taught how to use magic. Even though they weren't born with the natural gift, they had great teachers in their mother and her companions, Nova and Lily. Jenna was always very open with Christina about her father, never missing an opportunity to talk him up to his daughter. It was very clear that she had cared for him very much and she wanted Christina to know how much he had loved her and how proud he would be of her.

Unfortunately, some unforeseen incidents happened that took their lives down a tragic road. Now, through the use of powerful magic, Christina, Erin, and their brother Joel have come back in time to try to make a better future for themselves.




Alias: Cherry Pie
How did you find us?: Am admin
Experience: eleventy billion years
Other Characters: Bethany Clark, @charlie, Sky Meadows, @esock, Eli McKinley, Jenna Bradford, @jesse, Steven Winchester, Liam Stark, Makenna Jordan, Kennedy Stark, Sully Brennan, Holly McKinley, @kara, @sofiel, Aaliyah Hudson, Zoey Monroe, Audrey Taylor
RP Sample: So teaching fifth grade had turned out to be quite different from teaching Kindergarten in more ways than one. It wasn't as though Annali expected anything different, but there seemed to something odd with her new class that couldn't be explained simply by age difference. She had been desperate to get back to work... living with Bobby Singer wasn't easy to do, even for a woman as patient as she was. The man was grouchy and stubborn and though he never raised his voice to her, there were times when they butted heads because he sometimes refused to do anything that was good for him, no matter how much she insisted.

So sometime mid-summer she had started looking for employment, anxious to have a little bit of time out of the house doing what she loved. Unfortunately Sioux Falls only had one elementary school and the only vacancy they had in their staff was to teach the fifth grade. Ten and eleven-year-olds weren't the age group that she was used to but she had the skills and even found herself a bit excited at the prospect of a new challenge that didn't involve something grotesque and supernatural.

Throughout the day things seemed fine... perfect really... maybe even too perfect. The students were all extremely well-behaved. In fact, some of them sat straight in their desks and watched her the entire day without moving a muscle, except when she would call on them to answer questions. And even then, they didn't crack even a hint of a smile. In fact, there had been no expression in their faces nor in the tones of their voices. Creepy? Yeah, you could say that.

Annali was beyond ready for the end of the day when it came. She tidied up the room as the children were dismissed via car, bus, or to walk home from school. Her back was turned to the class as she cleaned off her chalkboard, and she let out a sigh of relief as she heard what she was sure were the last footsteps out of the room until she turned around, startled to find those six stoic children sitting patiently in their seats, their eyes locked on her as though waiting for her to perform some sort of trick. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she slid into the chair behind her desk and asked them about their transportation home. Apparently these children were waiting for their parents to pick them up and claimed they would be called to the front office when they arrived.

At first Annali didn't feel any sort of threat. She suggested they all read quietly or start on their homework while they waited, and then she pulled out a paperback novel herself and opened it on her desk, reading quietly. But something just felt strange, and after about ten minutes of pure silence she looked up from her book to see that none of them had moved... that they were still watching her. She bit her lip, her stomach turning a little uneasily. It wasn't as though these children were misbehaving but the way they were watching her was making her extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get away from their prying eyes, if only for a few minutes.

Annali opened one of her desk drawers and gathered a few papers with a bit of writing on them and stood, smoothing down her long, flowing crimson silk skirt. She flashed the creepy students a nervous smile and started making her way towards the door. "I'll be right back. I just need to go make some copies," she told them, hoping her unease didn't show in her voice. But as soon as she approached the door and reached for the doorknob, one of the students was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Miss MacPherson," Jeff warned her. He was a tall boy, with shaggy blonde hair that looked like he had cut it himself and piercing dark eyes that bore right into her.

She stepped back, her blue eyes widening. "Excuse me? Move out of the way please," she frowned, reaching for the door again. This time she pulled the door open just slightly only for Jeff to slam it shut again.

"I said that isn't a good idea," he said with a low growl. Annali shuddered at the look in his eyes and looked around, swallowing a lump in her throat when she noticed the other five children were out of their seats and were slowly making their way toward her like zombies in an old horror film.

"This isn't funny. Back to your seats everyone," she ordered, trying to sound stern as she backed slowly away from the approaching children. She wasn't surprised that they didn't do as they were told but as she looked around, she realized she had nowhere to go. Sure there were plenty of objects around her that she could use to defend herself but Annali was sure she could never bring herself to strike a child, even in self defense.

The six zombie-like children continued to move toward her, backing her slowly into a corner of the room, and she whimpered as she slid her hand into the pocket of the cardigan she wore, quickly hitting up Dean on speed dial and then shouting for the children to get away from her. She didn't dare bring the phone out of her pocket but she knew that if Dean would answer and could hear that something was wrong... he would come to her rescue. He always did...




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