Post by anna on Dec 18, 2010 20:26:40 GMT -7
ANNA MARIA REDO
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“The difference between pretty and beautiful is-
pretty is temporary-whereas beautiful is eternal.”
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AGE: 120, appears 19-23 years old
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: December 22nd
SPECIES: Night crawler
ANIMAL/GIFT: Telepathy
OCCUPATION: Librarian
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but oh, you seem so serious
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HAIR: Auburn
WEIGHT: 125
HEIGHT: 5' 8"
VOICE: Deep, but not manly. Soft.
PLAY-BY: Stacey Farber
GENERAL: Nothing inordinate for a night crawler. She is beautiful, obviously. With a shapely form and pale, perfect skin. Her eyes are strikingly green, real green. They contrast unusually with her red hair and her pale skin. She has a strong face with a defined jaw and red eyebrows. Her lips are pale and full. Her body is long and a bit more filled out than a nightcrawler's usually is, but her long legs are powerful and quick.
ATTIRE: Low-cut black shirts, anything to accent the body she's immensely proud of. She usually wears tight, dark clothing and tall heels.
SCARS: Nothing unusual.
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[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]LIKES:
- Mischief: Always the troublemaker, she loves she thrill of sneaking around, even when the reason for doing so is unjustifiable.
- Bats: Sure, it may be stereotypical for a vampire to love bats; but she just can't help herself. She loves the way they flutter beneath the moon and their leathery wings as they snap against the night air.
- Poetry: During her lifetime, she has developed a passion for poetry. Her writings are locked up in an old fashioned box with an iron lock on it. She wears the age-blackened key around her neck on an old twine.
- Singing: Not the typical vocalist. Her voice is high and mezzo-soprano. She sings what she writes or what she feels. Her songs often tell of pain from the past, sometimes betrayal, regret. She doesn't have many happy songs.
- Lunatics: Plain and simple- she loves crazy people and at times wishes she were one of them. Their thought process is so intriguing to her, and so humorous.
- Reading: Books, magazines, anything with script on it that she can absorb with her eyes, really. Reading is her favorite thing to do. She has read hundreds, perhaps thousands of books on every subject imaginable and from many different time periods.
DISLIKES:
- Cats: Not a very justifiable hatred, she just hates cats. Despite the similarities between cats and vampires, she can't stand the sight of a feline. If she sees one she'll either hiss and scare it off, or- if it refuses to run- kill it.
- Smart-asses: She hates it when people try to show her up with intelligence or are just snarky and egotistical in general. She won't take offense to being politely corrected, but when people rub their knowledge in her face they might walk away with a bite mark to remember her by.
- Single personality traits: Anyone in general with a personality trait so extreme that it's all the other person is. Be it optimism, pessimism, ego-centrism, or self-criticism and anything in between. She likes when people have multiple personalities.
- Girls: Girls annoy her to no end. Well, most of them do. The ones that scream when they're speaking and blather about the shallowest, most meaningless things imaginable. She's quite the bitch to people she can't stand, and for the most part, girls avoid her altogether.
- Animal blood: She prefers her nutrition from the most human source possible, gifted. Half breeds taste better, but their blood still carries an animalistic tang to it that she doesn't like.
STRENGTHS:
- Charisma: When she wants to- she can overwhelm people with a natural charm. She's a sweet-talker and uses it to get what she wants. It can be quite a deadly charm, however. It's what she usually gets to trick people into becoming her next meal.
- Intelligence: She has read so, so many books. She has read a book about every subject imaginable, and has absorbed the information like a sponge. She has not only book knowledge but a vast amount of common sense and survival instinct.
WEAKNESSES:
- Self-expectation: She often expects too much of herself and pushes herself much too hard to do the impossible, to rise above. It can make her weaker than she would be if she didn't push herself so hard or fear failing herself so much.
- Trust Issues: Typically trust issues are thought of as the inability to trust others. Anna's trust issue is simply the opposite. She trusts others much too easily, and often gets hurt or tricked because of it.
QUIRKS/HABITS:
- Twitching: Her fingers will twitch completely involuntarily, and sometimes it goes so far as to make her entire head twitch.
- Whistling: She sucks in air through her two front teeth causing a high pitched whistling noise that sounds miraculously like the mew of a newborn kitten.
- Teeth clacking: Clacking her canine teeth together in a loud and audible click.
FEARS:
- Pyrophobia: Hot, burning, scary, loud, and unpredictable. From cozy hearths to raging forest fires, she won't go near anything that involves flames.
- Automatonophobia: Regardless of what you may think, you may find them amusing or whatever, don't even begin to ask her to go anywhere near a ventriloquist dummy, or dolls of any kind be it Barbie or those scary porcelain dolls.
- Agoraphobia: She hates large crowds, feeling like she's way too insignificant and won't make it out alive were she caught up in one. She especially hates being alone in a huge crowd, if she doesn't know any of them, it's a hundred thousand times scarier than if she's in a crowd of familiar faces.
GOALS:
- Lead the coven
- Bring humans back into existence
- Read every book ever written
PERSONALITY
Anna is generally laid-back and relaxed. In truth, she's actually quite lazy. Unsurprisingly, she's not easily offended, which makes her easy to joke around with. Despite her sloth personality; she loves mischief. Anything involving sneaking around or the possibility of trouble; she's in on. She's sarcastic, but generally a likable enough person.
She doesn't like being spoken down to, and doesn't like making people feel bad about themselves. She's not the kindest person in the world, but far from the meanest. Ironic enough, considering with her telepathy she could easily pick out your biggest insecurity and use it against you, reducing you to nothing. Occasionally, she does.
Like most Night Crawlers, she's very vain. She knows and loves her beauty like a dear friend, and even goes as far as to think she is the most beautiful of all the Night crawlers of the world. She does nothing to conceal her beauty, and everything to enhance it. She won't go around outwardly saying how beautiful she is, but just the way she acts everyone knows that she thinks she's gorgeous.
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FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Lilly Ellen Redo (deceased)
PET: Had an iguana named Chloe, now deceased. Was beloved.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Blood City
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Blood City
HISTORY:
She's been on her own for a long time, really. She doesn't remember much before she woke up in a pool of blood. Not her blood. Lily Ellen Redo's blood. She has no memory of her parents or how her sister was murdered. They had been hunting, then there was a crash and a scream, and the scent of shape-shifters. Then everything went black. Then Mary Ellen was dead, the innocent girl, and the only thing that mattered to Anna ripped away from her.
Ever since then she's been living a quiet life, mourning her sister and reading, writing, and singing. She has been fending for herself for nearly one hundred years. She once met a lover, his name was Dylan. She truly loved him.
Dylan wasn't the settling down type, however. For one day he disappeared, leaving a note that only said "I'm sorry." on Anna's pillow. She reduced even more leaning on her literature heavily to keep her afloat. Since then, she has healed some, but still carries hurt. She hopes to one day Find Dylan and ask him why. She still loves him, after everything. [/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
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AGE: 15
EXPERIENCE: Freewebs (haha), Proboards for about two years
CONTACT: jacquiplasse@yahoo.com
EXAMPLE:
Anna's heartbeat was slow and steady as she lay her head against her bed. She blinked her eyes slowly, thinking. As she closed them, she knew it was futile. She would not sleep tonight.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and went to her balcony window, making sure the orange tomcat that liked to come up here and annoy her wasn't around. Little bastard does it on purpose, I swear it. He sat leisurely on her railing twitching his orange tail. Anna curled back and spat at it. Showing a rare display of intelligence for felines, he ran off.
She stepped out onto the ledge and gazed up at the sky. The black, black sky. She frowned solemnly. Even being a creature of the Night, she loves the sun. The warm, gentle kiss that rolled over her soft cheeks. Feeling uneasy, she leaned her elbows on the railing and put her head in her hands.
She sighed and allowed herself one sentimental thought before she opened her mouth to sing. The thought was one of the two she always had. Tonight, the thought was Lily.
Her lonely notes rang out with the utmost sadness echoing in the pitch of the night. Ricocheting and returning to her once again. The high pitches soprano was accompanied by the snap of bat wings as they flew, confused by the sound waves coming at them from Anna Maria's mouth. This was not one of her poems locked away in the old mahogany box in her small room. Suddenly, the weight of her key seemed colder and heavier as it hung low on her collarbone.
She felt better as the last line of the song curled away mournfully from her lips. Without another word, she gazed up at the bats flitting above her in the sky and smiled. She turned, and drifted back inside, her mind at ease for now.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and went to her balcony window, making sure the orange tomcat that liked to come up here and annoy her wasn't around. Little bastard does it on purpose, I swear it. He sat leisurely on her railing twitching his orange tail. Anna curled back and spat at it. Showing a rare display of intelligence for felines, he ran off.
She stepped out onto the ledge and gazed up at the sky. The black, black sky. She frowned solemnly. Even being a creature of the Night, she loves the sun. The warm, gentle kiss that rolled over her soft cheeks. Feeling uneasy, she leaned her elbows on the railing and put her head in her hands.
She sighed and allowed herself one sentimental thought before she opened her mouth to sing. The thought was one of the two she always had. Tonight, the thought was Lily.
Her lonely notes rang out with the utmost sadness echoing in the pitch of the night. Ricocheting and returning to her once again. The high pitches soprano was accompanied by the snap of bat wings as they flew, confused by the sound waves coming at them from Anna Maria's mouth. This was not one of her poems locked away in the old mahogany box in her small room. Suddenly, the weight of her key seemed colder and heavier as it hung low on her collarbone.
She felt better as the last line of the song curled away mournfully from her lips. Without another word, she gazed up at the bats flitting above her in the sky and smiled. She turned, and drifted back inside, her mind at ease for now.
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