Abigail Windsor

Intro Video



In the beginning~
Abigail Phillipa-Laurel Windsor was born August 10, 1789 on the shores of Botany Bay, Australia. Her mother a prostitute from the streets of London. Her father an officer aboard the vessel transporting the convicts from England to Australia.


A new life in Australia for prisoner Sarah Bird (1763-1842)



Hellifyno, a place for new beginnings~
Her arrival upon the planet Hellifyno was unexpected. She was being hunted at the time of the portal’s appearance, four bloody paws loping through the sodden undergrowth, her pelt caked in sticks, leaf litter and mud. As she fumbled and fell forward, some kind of inevitably magical pull yanked her forward, away from the wheezing bullets that sought to perforate her flesh and put her down. When she came out on the other side, the smells were different, the landscapes blushing in the last rays of sunlight. Her first initial thought was to run, her ears swiveling like satellite dishes, listening. But no one comes. The wounds she’d acquired previously were still bleeding and were weighing heavily upon her frame with every lumbering step. When she finally collapsed, she would manage to do so on the steps of what she would come to know as the Blue Moon Tavern.



The house left behind, a cage of memories that lingered in walls and reflected in the furniture. Everything reminded her of him. Of them. Of the promises they’d made with their bodies, lips fashioned together in moments of forgotten passions. She was destined to forget everything eventually, but while there was still some part of her attached to that structure, she would have to come to terms with what happened.

Who Am I...

the Sunflower among the Roses

Romantic Interests

Blueberry pancakes

Relationship Status

Bubble wrapped

My Appearance

Abigail is described as being a firecracker. Voluminous plume of untamed sable locks frame an aesthetically pleasing oval face, large almond-shaped spheres of glimmering emerald green, the sloping straight of her nose and full, naturally red lips. Her frame is lithe, willowy to the point of being unnaturally thin. And yet she’s still considerably healthy. Her skin is mostly blemish free; her high cheekbones smattered with a constellation of pale freckles, the scars that litter her body silvery and smooth. She stands at five feet four inches exactly.


Cry Wolf~ 
Her wolf bloodlines go way back. Further back than even she knows. Her father was the one with the shapeshifting genes. He abandoned his post when she was still an infant, one that did not know any better. But she would learn the truths. When she transforms, her body undergoes trauma that most would not withstand. Her bones break, reshape and regrow in a matter of seconds, and from her skin would burst a thick russet brown pelt. In this form she stands much larger than your average wolf. Her blood lineage consists of the hybrid genes of two canines species, Dingoes and the great Direwolves of old.

My Secrets Are...

She’s the kind of cold that isn’t measured by the temperature…

I Believe...

In magic (occasionally)