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| Crystal Samuel Wessmuller | ||||||||||||||||
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| Crystal is the daughter of the widowed multimillionare, Christopher Samuel Wessmuller. He owns Wessmuller Industries, of which she is never allowed to ask about. In fact what goes on there is very secret. The two live in London, but are origionally from southern California. Their ancestors are African and before her grandfather died, he told old stories of how the African witch children were kidnapped by Europeans. Many of the children were found too powerful, some were abused, and some escaped. Their ancestors escaped and traveled to California. There they learned the Spanish language and clamed to be darker Mexicans. Saddly, Crystal does not know much Spanish.. | ||||||||||||||||
| She didn't liked Europe. Her father moved them there as an escape from the government; and he blamed her for everything. But she did not argue, always reliving that terrible night when she pleaded with her mother to go to the local wiches meeting, like her friends' mothers do. | ||||||||||||||||
| On a warm moon-lit night, they set out for the meeting. Her mother had bought a broom with a handle sturdy enough for another person, and Crystal was happy to ride on the back. She wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and breathed in the refreshing breeze. She opened her eyes and before she could contently sigh, she saw a growing dark cloud ahead. Like a horror movie, the cloud revealed itself to be an airplane so quickly, that she was too stunned to scream...had she only screamed. Crystal fell; and in her dreams she continues to fall. | ||||||||||||||||
| A week later, she woke in a hospital bed covered with sparkling blue goop. They told her that she fell into a tree, suffered two broken ribs and a fractured skull, and was knocked unconscious. They told her that her mother did not survive. | ||||||||||||||||
| The government covered up the accident and stated, on record, that Elizabeth drowned in the local river. However everyone knew that she was not a big fan of water. So family and friends turned to Crystal and her father for answers, but the government forced them into secrecy by threatening to uncover the black market trades that Wessmuller Industries have been doing for years. Strange cars were parked outside of their mansion and their phones were constantly tapped, until one day, her father picked her up from school with bags hastily packed and two airplane tickets to Europe. Despite her fear of flying, she wasn't given a choice and they headed west.. | ||||||||||||||||
| When she saw the old mansion, she really would have rather died than go inside. The dreadfullness was already settled before they ventured in, and it was much more spacy than she could ever get use to. It almost seemed that the confusion and tears that they shed added to the thick gloom. Looking out of the windows, the sun glowed brightly and the world went on with life, and although her father refused to step out of the residence, his Industries continued sucessfully. It was as if they could have just disapeared and no one would have cared. | ||||||||||||||||
| Then Ethan, her 24 years old step brother, began to send her letters with comforting messages and words of wisdom. They were her only source of happiness. And when he sent for her, she joyfully cried. She had been out of school for nearly a year and the nearby village had nothing but prejudice spectators wondering why the two were there. To her suprise, her father agreed to let her go back to California. She didn't think he would and she had planned a route of escape. He never liked Ethan, a son from her mother's previous marriage. Once he even said that his wife blessed Tom with a son and cursed him with a daughter. Once ha tried to get her to play baseball instead of soccer, and he even gave her action figures and sports cards for Christmas instead of dolls. |
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| Crystal yields a sweet smelling Rosewood wand carved while soaking in the oil from a Scottish Lochness. This oil can never be washed off and it keeps a wand looking shiny and smooth. Though an animal's life was taken for her wand, the wand always chooses its owner. | ||||||||||||||||