Physical Description: Annabeth’s golden-blonde hair falls to her shoulders in princess curls. This, along with her fair skin and silver-grey eyes, giving her the look of a Disney princess. She is graceful and athletic, standing at 4’9”, or about 146cm tall. Her style is Upper East side chic.

Mental Description: Despite her high-pitched tone, which makes her come off as friendly and innocent, Annabeth has ironically shown signs of having a passive-aggressive and selfish personality. She has a short-temper, but is still friendly, nice, sweet, and extremely devoted towards her friends. She has a habit of being vicious, underhanded, pushy and demanding in order to get her way.

Biography: Annabeth Taylor was the only daughter of Tristan and Cassandra Taylor. Born in a rich and respected family, she had always been given whatever she wanted. Her mother was exceptionally beautiful, with long, flowing golden hair, brilliant blue eyes, and moon-bright skin. Her father was a handsome and respected wizard, and they lived in a mansion, with many servants. All in all, life was good.
However, Annabeth could see something she did not want to: her mother did not love her husband. It pained her to to know this, and she wished she weren’t so smart as to be able to figure this piece of information. But she could tell: the way her mother looked at her father, the way she talked to him. She loved her daughter, not him. She only married him for his money and social status.

First Instance of Magic: It was when Annabeth was six that she first performed magic. It should have been a joyful occasion, but instead Annabeth shuddered whenever she thought about it.
She was in her room—well, not exactly room. She had the top floor of her family’s mansion, which at that time, was always a huge mess, but when you’ve got a room that big, the mess doesn’t look so bad.
Anyway, Annabeth was sitting by her desk, ready a book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, to be exact. She was lost in the stories, when suddenly, she saw something move out of the corner of her eyes. She looked up, and saw a huge black creature, its eight legs twitching, its pincers snapping.
Now, Annabeth was normally quite brave, but one thing that she was deathly afraid of was spiders. For some reason, those black furry little things freaked her out more than anything else.
She froze, and almost screamed, but caught herself just in time. The young girl felt like she was going to pass out: what if it bit her? Luckily, before either she or the spider could do anything, the creature suddenly exploded. Into nothingness.
That made Annabeth rather confused, but she figured out the reason soon enough: magic.