The Spirits

Autumn Wind

Name: Autumn Wind (Formerly Autumn Isabella Greenfield)

Age: 15 (16 chronologically)

Appearance: Pale skin with hardly noticeable blush, Golden Orange hair and honey gold eyes. Around, 5"4, slim, and prefers to be called "Sprite Sized" instead of small for her age.

A Spirit.

Centre: Imagination.

Abilities: Wind control, Fall follows her like Winter follows Jack, loyalty to the extreme with a quick temper.

Clothing: light brown blouse and a skirt with leaf shaped patches in any color of fall leaves except for brown, and instead of shoes, knee high, oak brown socks.

Weapons: Reaping Scythe, in bracelet form when not in use.

Weakness(es): Will pass out easily if head trauma is severe enough, and if she stops really high in the sky while she's flying she'll freak out from Vertigo. Also, she's so loyal that with planning the right person could take advantage of it.

Alignment: Good, or neutral when it comes to her Best Friend, Violet Black.

Believers: Around a dozen at this time.

Family: Elijah Greenfield

Opinion on being a spirit: It's okay, I guess. As long as I'm done with school, puberty, and growing pains. But I can't believe that one day, Eli will be older then me...

Can be most commonly found in: Burgess or the North Pole, or just around Jack Frost!

Thoughts on killing: I know it's wrong, but I have thought of killing all the older guardians as least once and Pitch and his allies thousands of times. Hey, can't be perfect.

Backstory: I was a normal, 21st century girl until June 21st (ironically enough), when my brother Eli ran out on the train tracks by our house that I'd told him to stay away from hundreds of times. Of course, once he was out there, he was too scared to come back.

So I grabbed a rope and walked out, tying it around him tightly to be safe, then I told him to imagine we were the tightrope walkers at the circus. I made it back, but the board under him snapped and I caught him. I told him to loosen the knot on the rope as soon as his feet touched the ground and jumped to my death. My momentum saved him, but I died on impact when I hit the ground. Then Manny saved me only to tell me I was a guardian six months later. Yeah, still seeing how that's working out.

Thoughts on the Guardians: Tooth is crazy and knows not the meaning of personal space, North is okay but loud, Bunny is strict but cool, Sandy is freaking awesome, Jack is dreamy, cute, hilarious and perfect, Helix is cool with a tendency to make me want to slap him, Phoenix is wise but cryptic, and I'm new.

Thoughts on Pitch: A creepy, sick, twisted, stalkerish, pain-in-my-ass pedo of a bastard, but without him my best friend wouldn't be in this world, so he just has to stop scaring little kids and he'll make it to my top 50 list.

Me in one word: Imperfect, because perfection is boring as hell.

Other OCs: If you mean one of my friends, maybe Violet? Oh, and maybe Helix.