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ღ ❝ Remy Rosaline Beverwil ❞

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Post: 46459941_49 created on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 00:01:47 +0000
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REMEMBER TO USE MULE ERNST ROBEL ( AKA MYRNAMOUNTW3AZ3L ) WHEN PLAYING THIS CHARACTER.

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||Oh, you're gonna be my bruise.||
||Noel|Hunter|Aionor||
||the xx i n s o m n i a c||
HaPPii BiiRTHDaY To Me::
||March Thirtieth; Eighteen||
ii LooK LiiKe a::
||Boy.||
BUT ii’M ReaLLY a::
||No, I'm seriously a guy.||
ii’M aTTRaCTeD To::
||Girls usually catch my eye, but I've been known to take a boy or two.||
ii’M a BiiT STRaNGe::
||Oh God, how do I start out? I mean, I'm not perfect, never have been. It's just a thing that I've got in me that I'm not going to be able to fix. So. I have, to put it bluntly, a politician complex. I'm a bit of a crowd-pleaser, always looking for ways to improve myself. Luckily that's not obvious straight away, otherwise God knows how many friends I'd have lost by minute three. I take time out of my personal life ( or lack thereof ) to make sure I do the very best possible. I guess you could say I take my life very seriously, especially since my parents were a bit flaky in that regard. Maybe it's a subconscious thing, but I try to be my parents' Antichrist. Funny because they can't see me anymore yet I'm still affected by that desire to be them or what they want, that I try to deny it so viciously. Oh, Jesus, that's getting poetic.

I have pretty bad eyesight, but I haven't gone in to get new glasses since my old ones broke on the way here, and I am deathly averse to any form of contact lenses, so it's something I just have to live with, I guess. Other than that I suppose I'm in general good health. Not excellent, but good. I'm not as frail or skinny as my brother used to be, but I'm not chubby either. As far as internally, I'm not quirky or anything. Basically I'm just boring. Well, the same could be said for my life; it's nowhere near busy enough for me and doesn't allow the freedoms I'd like. I just wish I were back in Williamsburg. ||
ii ReMeMBeR iiT LiiKe iiT WaS YeSTeRDaY::
||I was born in Ioannina, Greece, where my father had spent the majority of his life. My mother was the Glaswegian playwright Meadhbh Blair, who came to Greece by a severe case of wanderlust, bearing my half-brother Artagnan, who had been born from an affair out of wedlock. I grew up surrounded by musicians, philosophers, and artists. My parents moved to New York, of course, like all aspiring artist-types. My brother Artagnan was the unruly one in the household; on the contrary, I was the one who did everything 'right.' My parents doted on both of us and pressed the arts on us as soon as we could walk and talk. They gave us books on Aristide Cavaillé-Coll and Élie Halévy, wondering every day what our talents would be when they finally shone through. Unfortunately, books on French organ builders and French philosopher-historians weren't exactly helping us become all that we could be, you know?

A few years later, my parents' enthusiasm for the school of life and wanderlust was beginning to wane a little bit. Artagnan was fourteen and exploring all of his possibilities, wandering around New York, picking up pieces of the city life to take back home and piece together these amazing sculptures he called 'urban casts.' He'd finally found his shining space in life and in our parents' eyes, and I stayed awake long after my parents tucked me in, studying books on obscure art and design jobs for years. I remember a time when I longed to be a professional hobo- and before you start, it was really called professional backpacking. My father gave up his flowy peasant tops and moccasins and holed up in his room with my mother, who only wore kilts and halter tops. I became more and more estranged because my family didn't want me to go the straight-edge politician-Cambridge boy road and I hadn't found my talent. Artagnan moved back to Glasgow, and now I was alone again.

Of course, this was when the symptoms showed up. I hadn't had regular sleeping patterns since I was seven, and it whacked out everything I'd ever really known. My teachers and counsellors refused to believe there was anything seriously wrong with me and instead chalked it up to bad behaviour, drugs, and alcohol abuse. And of course, my parents were excited out of their minds. That was how Artagnan had started out and look where he landed: back in Glasgow making his "astonishingly alternative artwork." Eventually I was unable to sleep altogether, and finally my parents gave up on me. They should have known from the start I wasn't an artist, or a talent waiting to shine, like I knew from day one. Parents weren't supposed to ******** up so spectacularly as mine did.

When I was seventeen, finally one school counsellor, who had actually been trained in something other than fashion design or trigonometry and actually had a degree that wasn't a B.A. in English, gave me a diagnosis that actually made sense for once: I was an insomniac. He had said there wasn't anything behavioural-wise that needed fine-tuning, and I had passed the pee-in-a-cup and breathalyzer tests. Yet my parents deemed it necessary to send me out of their sight by at least a fifty-seven-mile radius. They were over the moon now that they knew there was something wrong with me, but I wasn't so sure that they should be. I had hoped to be diagnosed, then left on my own to fend for myself. I wanted to go to college, get a degree, get a job, maybe someday support a family. But no. They got to go back to their happy days, once again putting on their travelling-artists spiel, and I was stuck in a place comparable to a mental hospital. Is there anyone at Ainsley's whose parents weren't ******** up? Probably not, and I'm no exception. I've only been at Ainsley's for about a month, and I'm still trying to get the hang of this place. ||
MoRe, MoRe, PLeaSe::
||① Being considered an authority figure
② Sensibility
③ Hand sanitiser
④ Islands
⑤ Real hot coffee
⑥ Williamsburg, New York
⑦ Truth and sense
⑧ Grammar
⑨ Hamburgers with cheese
⑩ Controversy||
eWW, No, GeT iiT aWaY::
||① False statements
② Contradiction
③ Being compared to Artagnan
④ Contact lenses
⑤ Dead things
⑥ Being alone
⑦ Wine and champagne
⑧ Being stared at
⑨ Illnesses
⑩ Being called an artist||
No, PleaSe, KeeP iiT aWaY::
||① Having a test I never actually knew about
② The plague
③ Tornadoes and other such swirly things
④ Elevators
⑤ Ending up on reality television||
aND Mii PUPPeTMaSTeR::
||Ernst Robel||

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Post: 46459941_50 created on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 05:26:35 +0000
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REMEMBER TO USE MULE ERNST ROBEL ( AKA MYRNAMOUNTW3AZ3L ) WHEN PLAYING THIS CHARACTER.

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Post: 46459941_52 created on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:14:03 +0000
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||I want m o r e , I want m o r e ...||
||Mary|Claudia|Lane||
||the Dissociative Identity girl||
HaPPii BiiRTHDaY To Me::
||April Twenty-Second; Seventeen||
ii LooK LiiKe a::
||Girl||
BUT ii’M ReaLLY a::
||No, I'm a girl, dipstick. I checked.||
ii’M aTTRaCTeD To::
||Girls hold my heart.||
ii’M a BiiT STRaNGe::
||I think I remember something like this. Someone called me up once to talk about myself, I think. Maybe he was a therapist. You're not going to be using any of this against me, yeah? All right. Well, I'm Mary Claudia Lane. I hate the name Mary, though, so if you call me Claude you'll be set. I like to be alone more than with other people. See, I'm not antisocial but I like my alone time, and I'm not a big fan of organization that much. So make your judgements, and I won't stand in your way. I'm here, suiting myself just fine. But just so you know, I smoke, and not cigarettes, if you know what I mean. I've always thought it was coincidental- Mary Lane going for the Mary Jane. But whatever. I like it, doesn't mean you have to.

Who was that? I thought I was supposed to be answering. Well, I don't mind sharing. So, my name is Mary Lane. I'd like to say that I'm a good girl. I try my best in school, and at home, and everything. I'd also like to say I'm an upstanding youth. When I was younger, maybe middle school, or maybe it was high school freshman year, I think I remember working on the yearbook, or being a cheerleader... Maybe it was student council? I'm not sure. But whatever it was, it sure was fun, and it looks good on my transcript! But I was sent here. I don't exactly know why, and it's kind of cold. I've liked school, and I always wanted to go to boarding school, but this is quite dismal. I've kept happy, though, so that's lovely. ||
ii ReMeMBeR iiT LiiKe iiT WaS YeSTeRDaY::
||Of course, it's not like it was yesterday. It's been seventeen years and a good seven months long. And there are parts where I don't remember anything. Like eighth grade. I don't even know if I went to eighth grade. I sure as hell know that I'm not smart enough to have skipped it, so maybe I did. God only knows. 'Claude' is another name for stupid, as some have been too quick to remind me. I chalked that memory loss up to lack of sleep, but it was... whatever. It didn't matter as much then. I didn't do much that was worth remembering. Eighth grade doesn't seem like it was worth it, either, considering what a bad time I think I had in seventh grade. Ninth grade was better, though there are, again, patches, like during that spring...

My parents are all-American. My mother, Jenny-Mae Avery, is from Topeka, Kansas. She met my father, Nathaniel Owen, in New York, where her parents sent her to find her future. Or, that's what she tells me, anyway. They had me two years later. Back then, they tell me, my memory was perfect. I knew everything I had done- though, as all children do, I had no way of telling between the dawn of the dinosaurs and when I'd eaten breakfast! They had high hopes for me, but had to leave me behind. They sent me to live with my Aunt Serena, who lived in Chicago. Some nights she brought home a boyfriend, but most of the time it was just she and I. I could tell she loved me very much, because her occasional boyfriends always gave her tons of presents, and Aunt Serena always gave me some. When I turned thirteen I began to lose sight of what I was doing...

Aunt Ser took me to that man I told you about. The therapist guy. And then they put me in this place. Ainsley's. It's basically a fecking mental hospital, but they say it's a 'rehabilitation school.' When they're asked, which nobody here cares anymore anyway. Which in and of itself is basically an esoteric way of saying we're all screwed up and they were tasked with handling us. In my opinion, that's pretty stupid, because really, who wants to house forty kids with assorted disorders, diseases, and mental issues? Obviously they did. Crazies. ||
MoRe, MoRe, PLeaSe::
||1)) Girls ;; Having lots of friends ;; Wearing skirts ;; The colours gold and purple ;; Kalani chicken/ Hawai'ian barbecue ;; Disneyland ;; Feather boas ;; Sylvia Plath ;; Drinking champagne ;; Cell phones

2)) Silver and green ;; Dominatrix outfits ;; Wooden objects ;; Girls ;; Tornadoes and hurricanes ;; Otters ;; Being alone ;; Good ideas ;; Strong relationships ;; Taking cannabis ||
eWW, No, GeT iiT aWaY::
||1)) Playing darts ;; Geography and history ;; Being indoors ;; Smoking ;; Memorizing poetry ;; Spiders and mice ;; Writing letters ;; Hypocrisy ;; Using a calendar ;; Aquatic mammals

2)) Numbers and maths ;; Withdrawal ;; Thunder and lightning ;; When it's cold ;; Art museums ;; Therapists ;; Eggs ;; Animatronic creatures ;; Waiting for a long time ;; All types of alcohol ||
No, PleaSe, KeeP iiT aWaY::
||Strangers and unfamiliar vehicles ;; Giving in entirely and going insane ;; Needles and injections ;; The confusion between reality and the other me ;; People with amputations ||
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||Wendla Bergmann||

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Post: 46459941_53 created on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 05:57:12 +0000
Posted: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 05:57:12 +0000

__________|| youcrumpledmelikecellophane ☆ ☆ youwreckmemaryjane ||

↹ marʏ ( claude ) L . A . N . E ↹

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|| we'llsingtotheraftersofhappilyafters ☆ ☆ you'relovedbymarylane ||__________

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on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

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name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://

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i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐

what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

name of your character.

i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

any nicknames, followed by one-sentence explanation per nickname.

one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

character's age. spell it out. followed by birthday, month and day.

why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

gender, followed by sign (♀ or ♂) .

home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

birthplace (city and country, or city and state if in U.S.)

but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

blood type, height (in feet/inches) and weight (in pounds).

shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

sexuality. please don't make your character a bisexual-scene-harbinger-of-death.

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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐

i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

appearance. one paragraph minimum.

you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

personality. one to two paragraphs.

history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

your character's past. two to three paragraphs.

went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

at least one secret. one paragraph per secret.

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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐

everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

likes, at least five with a sentence each explaining why.

it was big and [ u g l y ] and i don't think it liked me.

dislikes, at least five with a sentence each explaining why.

i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

class schedule. see post below for class options.

the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

what makes them like their disney character? one to two paragraphs.

we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

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Post: 46459941_58 created on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 03:00:58 +0000
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on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxzinnia meredith weiland

name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://

Bambi.

xxxxxx

but i see a star, you're my new muse

i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐

what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Zinnia Meredith Weiland.

i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

"Flower." The zinnia is a plant whose name is derived from the Latin meaning 'rayed flower,' so Zinnia's adoptive father calls her Flower as a term of affection.
"Nia." The main nickname Zinnia got from any child who ever went to school with her, Nia was just an easy way to shorten her already simple first name.

one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

Sixteen; November tenth.

why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

Female. ♀

home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

Seattle, Washington.

but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

Blood type A; five feet four inches tall; one hundred twenty-five pounds.

shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

Heterosexual.

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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐

i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

Zinnia is fairly speedy. Her height is average, if more on the short side, and her weight is in the lower percentile as well. Her hair is unbearably curly, until she finds the time and patience out of her busy schedule to straighten it. The mousy brown colour of her shoulder-length locks oftentimes cause people to believe she is meek and dreary. However, pale blue-grey eyes point to a different feeling of potential leadership. Zinnia's light skin burns easily in the sun, so she has many freckles and an uneven tan line. She has average-sized feet and her hands are on the small side, nails extremely short but usually painted- clear, of course, anything else would be far too flashy and inappropriate for school. Her main imperfections are deep lines in the sides of her face when she flashes a default face-wide smile, comparable to dimples but stretching her face in an angular manner.

you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

Zinnia is an adopted child, and thus takes after not her adoptive father in personality, but is rather subconsciously influenced by her peers. She strives to be the best at everything and anything she does, but it’s not obvious straight away. She takes time out of her personal life (or lack thereof) to make sure she does the very best possible. Quietly forceful, serious, and sensitive, Zinnia is mainly interested in the security of her future and peaceful living. She is extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable, with well-developed powers of concentration. Some say she's naïve, but she has well-developed value systems which she strictly adheres to. She takes her life very seriously, seeking authenticity in her relationships with others. She’s extremely ambitious, and a definite stickler for the rules.

Zinnia is usually right, and she usually knows it. Because of this, she puts a tremendous amount of faith into her intuition, but tends to doubt herself after each decision. This tendency makes her very indecisive in the hopes that she doesn't pick the wrong choice. She hates being wrong, and rather would cheat to get the right answer than come up with a wrong answer on her own. This is something of a conflict between her inner and outer personalities, and thus results in occasional nervous breakdowns. Because she has such strong intuitive capabilities, however, she trusts her own true mind, which sometimes comes across as stubbornness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions. She believes that she's right. Zinnia is rarely at complete peace with herself because there's always something else she should be doing to improve herself and her environment in her eyes.

history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

Once a man named Christopher Metzger worked in an amusement park in Astoria, Oregon. Sure, it was fun eating corn dogs every day, but for a twenty-six-year-old man, there was that nagging suspicion that something was missing in his life. Sure, he'd had relationships, usually with other theme park workers, but none of them lasted very long. But really, he realized that after a while, all he was getting was dissatisfaction. He knew that a relationship couldn't possibly be the thing he sought. It took a few more guesses before he finally figured it out, but by now Christopher knew he wanted the whole illusion: the white picket fences and a dog, a trophy bride and children. Only… without the bride. He didn't think it would fly with any potential carriers if he was a single man with a child and not half of a gay-couple whole, so he figured out the only other possible way to have the child. So he visited an foster-care centre in Seattle, Washington, where he wanted to buy the picket-fence home and adopt a dog along with a child. Of course, it wasn't a bundle-deal, like buy child and dog two-in-one set for only nineteen-ninety-nine!

But Christopher filled out the papers. It took longer than he expected and probably longer than it should have taken, but considering he was unemployed when he traveled north to Washington State he was willing to wait. While all the business matters were being taken care of, he found a job in Chicago, Illinois, (pronunciation: il-ih-noy) that would pay well and be able to sustain himself and the little three-year-old he was adopting. The foster-care centre had told him the little girl was brought in as a one-year-old, the mother stumbling around with absolutely gray pupils. It was obvious she was blind, an alcoholic, or both. The foster-care centre maintained the wishes of the mother, and by then the little brunette already knew her name: Anne Marie Weiland. Of course, Christopher decided that the bright-eyed toddler wasn't suited to the boring name, and he went to the other extremity of the alphabet with Zinnia Meredith. He kept her original last name for the sake of never wanting to keep her adoption a secret.

Well, Zinnia and Christopher grew up in their picket-fenced house, with their Corgi puppy named Thumper. Well, it was obvious that little brown-haired girl was intelligent. She sucked up just about everything people said and the babysitter soon had a difficult time keeping the young child entertained. She didn’t want to watch any TV shows or play with Barbies in Barbie's Dream Mansion with Garage and Pink Corvette Set. She focused on the sounds. Little Zinnia fell asleep to the dulcet tones of Kristen Chenoweth, Bernadette Peters, and Sutton Foster. By the time she was in elementary school, she was already way beyond her peers in music and language arts. Middle school and high school started and she aced all the tests without even studying. Of course, all this focus on her academics never allowed her much time for friends, but Christopher loved her, and so did Thumper. That was all that mattered. …Well, that and working on her valedictorian's speech.

went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

Zinnia is a girl who goes to toy stores like KB Toys and Toys 'R Us to buy gifts for her friends' birthdays. Whether they like toys or not, she always finds them something there. A Pokemon figurine, a stuffed duck, a red rubber ball with a smiley face on it- there really is something for everyone there, in her opinion. But what most people don't know is that she really goes there not for her friends, but for herself. One of her simple joys is pressing all the buttons on the singing and dancing toys at once and then running away snickering.

Christopher doesn't like to go shopping, period. Shoe shopping, grocery shopping, electronics shopping, nothing. So of course, Zinnia does it for him, responsible adopted daughter that she is. Her favourite kind of shopping is grocery shopping because of the self-checkout. It helps her sleep better knowing that her adoptive father isn't as tight with money with groceries... because she's saved him over five hundred dollars in a span of about two years simply by ringing up all of the produce in the cart as bananas.

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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐

everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

✓Candles; staring at the flicker is quite relaxing.
✓Writing and listening to speeches- they're often inspirational and sometimes funny.
✓Being right, it's a habit that gives people confidence.
✓Rules- they're written for a reason and they keep everyone in line.
✓Sharpies: they come in every colour, can write on everything, and their mark never washes off.

it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

✗Every ignorant person with unused access to knowledge, it's just a waste of space.
✗Hairless cats- they're just really creepy and bug-eyed.
✗Improper grammar is just a general pet peeve, it makes people sound unintelligent.
✗Potentially dangerous situations: hence the word 'dangerous'?
✗Scary movies- uh, self-explanatory. Scary.

i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

Period 1;; AP Calculus
Period 2;; Level 2 German
Period 3;; Honours English
Period 4;; AP Government
Period 5;; AP Physics
Period 6;; Aerobics
Extracurriculars;; A Capella Group, Student Government, Debate Team

the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

In the first Disney film, Bambi was not very strongly characterized, one of the film’s strengths; the point being that Bambi could have been any deer in any forest. This is one of the first similarities between Zinnia and Bambi, where they both simply fell into the crowd with no outlying personality traits that differentiated them from any other child. In the deer's early youth, Bambi had the full measure of charm that young mammals display, with wide eyes, spindly legs, curious nature and childish voice. Zinnia was and probably is quite similar to this description, as she seems physically weak and skinny, with likely more than her fair share of naïvete. As Bambi grew he gradually became more mature, but even in adulthood he always seemed very young, with a light build and a fairly innocent nature. Some have asserted that it was only after having defeated Ronno in a fight that he could truly be said to have really reached adulthood. Zinnia is following along that path in the same way that she needs one big moment to really free her mind from the sheltered way of life she's really been living, due to the fact her real parents were never present. Just as Bambi gained a father later in life, Zinnia had to create a connection herself to the family she never truly had.

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Post: 46459941_59 created on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:38:56 +0000
Posted: Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:38:56 +0000

when i have CHILDREN, i'll
let them be [ free ] and they'll ;
grow strong and t a l l

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m a m a who [ BORE ] me,
mama who gave me,
no way to [ H A N D L E ] things,
who made me so s a d x ♥

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Post: 46459941_60 created on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:22:08 +0000
Posted: Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:22:08 +0000

Name: Anna Mibella Bergmann

Alias: Anna, Bells if you're lucky

Puppeteer: Wendla Bergmann

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Race: Faunesse

Associations: Anna doesn't like to get attached to just anyone.

Likes: Goats, secrecy, being alone, button-down shirts, sophistication, world history, order, capitalism, pragmatic people, practical thinking

Dislikes: Open spaces, heights, disorderly conduct, wildness, spontaneity, fear, people who state the obvious, messiness, permanence, neon colours

Fears: Disapproval, affection, exposure, snakes

Personality: Anna doesn't believe in making apologies or making excuses. She might look wide-eyed and innocent, but she dropped that persona a long time ago. She thinks that basically the system is not to be messed with. That one should be able to get what one wants despite the system. That you need to learn how to work around it all. She's willing to work around that to get what she wants at any given moment. Phoebe calls her, in jest, an uber-capitalist, but I'm not quite sure she's always joking. Sure, she's a young capitalist, if you want to go down that road; she's that young omnivore, and sure, people find her to be a heartbreaker, in that respect, because she denies a lot more than she lets on. She tries to be sophisticated, and that can be overbearing. Aggressive, sure. But scary? Please.

History: Human Phoebe Greene had Anna when she was nineteen, with a man named Nicolas... she thinks. He was from Greece, and, knowing Greeks, he hid a lot more than he let on, so he left before anyone found out what he was. Anna grew up alone with Phoebe, and they led a pretty uneventful life- if you forget that they never spent more than eight months in one place. After fifteen years of trying to hide what Anna really was with long skirts and long pants, they moved again, and Anna was determined not to make any friends at all. She dressed like a mental patient, in mechanic's jumpsuits, flowered swim caps, everything. People left her alone, and she didn't get attached. When Anna grew to the age where she could take care of herself, she left and found a place where she could be herself... though she was used to hiding it.

Abilities: No real abilities other than poorer eyesight than usual- which isn't so much an ability as a handicap. She can sing anything to sleep, though, so that's something. And there is this strange thing where she will eat nothing but leafy greens once in a while. But that's not an ability either.

Weapons: Anna doesn't fight. She might seem intimidating, but she just doesn't. She prefers a witty comment or a well-polished glare. But in the case of an encounter, she has a sharp dagger in a sheath that she keeps close by- only in the case of an emergency.

Weaknesses: Flattery, threat of exposure

Sample: all my examples are located here.

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