Post by Anna Larson on Jan 31, 2008 22:44:01 GMT -5
Fundamentals
Full name: Andromeda (Anna) Larson
Nickname: Anna
Birthday: December 21, 12:00 A.M.
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Appearance
General: Anna has long, straight, dark brown hair that usually covers part of her face. Her complexion is pale, and she has dimples in her cheeks and lots of scattered freckles. Her eyes are emerald green. She's about average height, 5'2" or so, and is thin, flexible and fast, with long arms and legs. She tends to wear jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers.
Favorite: Her hair
Hate: Anna hates her freckles,which unfortunately cover her face, arms and legs.
Heritage: German, Irish
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Personality
General: Some people would call Anna shy, but she isn't really--she just enjoys spending time alone. She's very introspective. She's also a typical Time--smart, organized, logical, responsible, practical, to the point of often driving her friends crazy. She can sometimes be pretty pessimistic. She isn't exactly patient with other people, and prefers to go at things alone. She has a great memory. She also tends to snap at people if they make mistakes.
She also has a very spirited and intense side to her personality, which she generally doesn't reveal as often as the other side. But that side of her is still very much there, and it shows--she loves going fast and being free, and she doesn't understand the ideals in modern society. She's always had a feeling that there's something very specific that she needs to get done while she's still alive...but can't quite grasp it.
Hobbies: Running (faster than anyone she knows, won state championships and was supposed to go to nationals), science and math, reading, writing
Dislikes: Messes and disorganization, hot weather, dry places. Stupid people drive her crazy. She does not like loose teeth, and they are about the only things that gross her out. She's scared to death of fire (see Siblings)
Likes: Anna loves the ocean, rivers, forests, mountains, and most things about nature. She loves going fast, whether she's running, skiing, whatever. She likes novels by Jodi Picoult and Margaret Peterson Haddix.
Origins/History
General:
Anna was an only child, and had just a dad, since her mom left them when she was a baby. She started running for fun when she was six, and started competitively just last year. She was in seventh grade before she left, at a special school for smart kids. She was born a twin--her sister was Casseopeia, who Anna called Cassie.
Parents: Marc Larson, an astronomer.
Siblings: Anna is technically a twin, but her sister died in a fire when she was nine. This is why she hates fire so much.
Other:
Roleplaying
Sample:
I poked at my macaroni. The color was good, the cheese wasn't American, and it smelled delicious, but I wasn't hungry. I reached for my heavy bag, pulling out my sketchbook and pastels. A kestrel soared by one of the dining hall's large windows. Fixing the image in my mind, I started drawing the delicate curve of its beak, the determined glint in its eye. As was my habit, I wiped my hands on what I thought was a paper towel.
It was a cloth napkin.
"Shoot!" I dipped my napkin into my glass of water, trying to clean off the stain, but it only dripped onto my pants. Lovely. Dirt, horse hair, and oil pastels.
Full name: Andromeda (Anna) Larson
Nickname
Birthday: December 21, 12:00 A.M.
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Appearance
General: Anna has long, straight, dark brown hair that usually covers part of her face. Her complexion is pale, and she has dimples in her cheeks and lots of scattered freckles. Her eyes are emerald green. She's about average height, 5'2" or so, and is thin, flexible and fast, with long arms and legs. She tends to wear jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers.
Favorite: Her hair
Hate: Anna hates her freckles,which unfortunately cover her face, arms and legs.
Heritage: German, Irish
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Personality
General: Some people would call Anna shy, but she isn't really--she just enjoys spending time alone. She's very introspective. She's also a typical Time--smart, organized, logical, responsible, practical, to the point of often driving her friends crazy. She can sometimes be pretty pessimistic. She isn't exactly patient with other people, and prefers to go at things alone. She has a great memory. She also tends to snap at people if they make mistakes.
She also has a very spirited and intense side to her personality, which she generally doesn't reveal as often as the other side. But that side of her is still very much there, and it shows--she loves going fast and being free, and she doesn't understand the ideals in modern society. She's always had a feeling that there's something very specific that she needs to get done while she's still alive...but can't quite grasp it.
Hobbies: Running (faster than anyone she knows, won state championships and was supposed to go to nationals), science and math, reading, writing
Dislikes: Messes and disorganization, hot weather, dry places. Stupid people drive her crazy. She does not like loose teeth, and they are about the only things that gross her out. She's scared to death of fire (see Siblings)
Likes: Anna loves the ocean, rivers, forests, mountains, and most things about nature. She loves going fast, whether she's running, skiing, whatever. She likes novels by Jodi Picoult and Margaret Peterson Haddix.
Origins/History
General:
Anna was an only child, and had just a dad, since her mom left them when she was a baby. She started running for fun when she was six, and started competitively just last year. She was in seventh grade before she left, at a special school for smart kids. She was born a twin--her sister was Casseopeia, who Anna called Cassie.
Parents: Marc Larson, an astronomer.
Siblings: Anna is technically a twin, but her sister died in a fire when she was nine. This is why she hates fire so much.
Other:
Roleplaying
Sample:
I poked at my macaroni. The color was good, the cheese wasn't American, and it smelled delicious, but I wasn't hungry. I reached for my heavy bag, pulling out my sketchbook and pastels. A kestrel soared by one of the dining hall's large windows. Fixing the image in my mind, I started drawing the delicate curve of its beak, the determined glint in its eye. As was my habit, I wiped my hands on what I thought was a paper towel.
It was a cloth napkin.
"Shoot!" I dipped my napkin into my glass of water, trying to clean off the stain, but it only dripped onto my pants. Lovely. Dirt, horse hair, and oil pastels.
