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Name: Annis Damaris Boone
Nickname: Ann or Damara
Class: Orphanage Caretaker
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5,4
Weight: 99lbs
Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: Scar in her left lower back and bleached scarred palms.
Noticeable Differences from Picture: Her palms are bleached white and scarred due to touching a rather radioactive object as a child, hence why the gloves.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Annis is a kind hearted, happy-go-lucky kind of girl who always stays optimistic about the future. She is always willing to lend a helping hand for those in need, even at the sacrifice of her own goods and always has a wide grin upon her face. Although her friendly nature is a positive, she tends to get a tad annoying sometimes with her never wavering optimism, similar to a migraine, especially to rational thinkers. She despises medicine despite her lack of a immune system and is always constantly sick, causing a majority to stray from her path for obvious reasons. Apart from the illness and chattiness, Annis has a stray habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong times, usually ending up with something bad occurring. This is usually in the case of bandit attacks, when Annis can appear to become a bit of a cocky, arrogant girl, looking for a fight of some sort. Some say she doesn't mean it, but truthfully, she craves for a fight, or some, any sort of attention. This negative aspect usually ends up with someone or Annis herself getting hurt. Of course she never means it, but due to her lack of any parental figures, it can be quite understandable. Moving on, Annis can appear to be quite aggressive when it comes to any sort of discrimination. Although she is well aware of her small structure, she is always more than willing to stand up for someone, or herself, even to the point where she can frighteningly violent. Aside from her violent, aggressive nature, Annis is a lovely, charming girl, always with a positive outlook on life. Although she be quick to judge and an irrational thinker, she means the best and always stays optimistic in the worst situations.

Bio: One's exterior personality doesn't necessarily represent their deep, dark secrets, especially those secrets worth not knowing. Annis was born after the war had finally finished ad settled, regaining peace for the survivors to begin to rebuild. She was born to Michelle Boone and Michael Douglas, someone she would much prefer to never, ever talk about, but it seems inevitable lately. Her mother Michelle was a caring mother who gave the diminutive resources she had to Annis. She wasn't like most mothers though, ones who just seem to teach their children the basic baby stuff like walking, talking and pooping. Instead she taught Annis specialties, specific skills she would need for her future out in the wasteland including the use of her throwing knives.
They didn't grow up in Blood Creek where Annis currently resides, but instead were travelers, making it day by day by the little resources they could trade for food and water. In her mother's place, prostitution was a common ideal, most likely leading to her surprise, one she would never share with her degrading husband. "A baby sibling, Annis" her mother would say as she stroke her next to nothing belly. She was never sure if it was a boy or girl but what did it matter. She wouldn't be aloe anymore. Everyday she would dream about that 'one day'. That 'one day' where the family lived happily ever after. But she knew it would never come. It would never come because of him. Her father was an aggressive man, always hitting and abusing Annis's mother. He gambled away most of the bottle caps her mother had earned, always before drinking away to excess and getting the trio thrown out of the odd towns and villages they came across. Annis always knew her mother was sad. That she was depressed and wanted out, but only held onto hope because of Annis. She knew that well. So, she tried her best to be happy for her mother's sake. She would tend to the dying plants that hung onto the back of the caravan they towed around. She would try to cook meals for her mother. She would even read to her mother when she was tired, but she knew, that sooner or later, her mother was going to leave her. And then, she finally did.

She remembers it clearly. They were stationed in a small motel in one of the neighboring towns near Blood Creek. Her mother and father were yelling in the main compartment of their small room, she herself was hiding in the closet. That's where her mother told her to hide when she heard her father's heavy footsteps echoing down the wooden hallway. Yelling, crashing and screaming, she heard it all. It seemed to go on forever, she covered her ears from the pain she heard. It hurt her too. After what seemed like hours, the screaming stopped and a door slammed. She remembers it well. Peeping through the small slits of the cupboard door with weary eyes and seeing her tired mother. Her clothes were ripped and her hair tasseled and dripped with sweat. The decaying smell of alcohol hung in the eye like a painful reminder of what she might become. She remembers the eyes of her mother meeting hers before mouthing out two words that would haunt her forever. "I'm Sorry". And then she was gone. A single bullet through the head. Right in front of Annis. She was frozen in fear. Frozen in guilt. Frozen. She didn't hear the footsteps she was used to wonder back up the hall, ripping open the door and trudging back inside his crime scene. He was like a sympathetic killer. Tears flooding down his face as he wept over her dead body. He too chanted those words. He didn't deserve to say those words. No one did.

After the incident she just left. She ignored the crying chants that echoed behind her as her father tried to stop her. She didn't need him. She didn't need her mother either. She wanted to be happy. Happy that her mother and sibling would be free of this hell, but she couldn't. She was angry, that she left her here. With him. Soon she was running over the barren land. Who knows where. She didn't care. She just needed to escape. And escape she did. To Blood Creek. She grew up in the advisory of the orphanage, helping around the town with odd jobs here and there.Now finally old enough to understand Annis has taken over management of the orphanage. She keeps pretending that the past never happened, but everywhere it comes back up. Will she ever escape it?

Fatal Flaw: Doesn't think before she acts, usually leading to herself or others getting hurt.
Strengths
+ Throwing knives
+ Good with children
+ Can read extensive literature
Weakness:
- Small size leads to inability in combat
- Has a horrible immune system causing diseases to be an common habit
- Has sensitive palms due to radioactivity causing her palms to swell when used too much.
Likes:
✔ Helping at the orphanage
✔ Reading
✔ A good home cooked meal
Dislikes:
✖ Medicine
✖ Her father
✖ Guns
Other Information:
Annis heavily dislikes the use of guns due to prior incidents and prefers her throwing knives over the mechanical weaponry.

Fixed. Thanks! 4laugh