app//Anna
Your Name: jess
Age: you guys know by now~
Username: travelistaa
Email: n/a
IM: travelistaa
Character Name: Anna Two
Background:
Anna’s world: http://community.livejournal.com/inrhythmicspace/2781.html
Anna herself was born in 2045 to her mother Anna One. She was a product of a baby boom; her father had been in the military and had been sent on expeditions to the surface. Such trips were dangerous, and every time the troops returned unscathed, there was an influx of children. Unfortunately, soon after Anna was born, her father was called back out on a mission to the surface, and was never heard from again. Anna grew up with her mother in a single bedroom apartment in New Detroit. She had a relatively normal childhood - she was sent to school, had chores, and loved animals. Anything but a socialite, Anna is quiet, bookish and sometimes fairly conservative, but around friends she loves to laugh and smile. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and can’t even entertain the thought of betrayal. She’s strong willed and creative and she also has a crystal clear and powerful singing voice, and is in general very musically inclined. She has a tendency to be rather shy as well -- and isn't much for singing in front of an audience.
When Anna turned twenty, she began showing signs of becoming a Misfit (high fevers, vomiting, nausea, uncontrollable shaking, and night terrors). Fearing for her mother’s life for harboring her, Anna fled the safety of her warm home. Alone in the streets of New Detroit, Anna survived off scraps and handouts. Alone and terrified in an alley, Anna shifted for the first time. Dizzy, confused, and in a body that wasn’t her own, she stayed hidden in the shadows, until she was finally discovered by a fellow Misfit who called himself a jack of all trades. She took to referring to him as Jack, and with him, she managed to harness her new ‘power’ and managed to control the ‘beast’ within.
Appearance: Small and petite, Anna stands around 5’2’’, and weighs in at around 105 lbs. Her hair is a dark black, and her skin a golden bronze that’s traditional of people from India and it’s surrounding areas. She’s unassuming, but it’s those eyes and the sandy coloring that grab the most attention. There’s a hungry animal lurking in the darkness of her mind, and, since she’s new at keeping it at bay, sometimes there’s a flash of something that people can’t define, and they wonder if it was ever there to begin with. Her PB is Sonam Kapoor.
Spoken / written languages: Anna’s language is a mixture of several - the continent of New America became even more of a giant melting pot. She speaks ‘New American’ (Nouveau Amerikana), which is a combination of English, Indian, Spanish, German and French (these being the most prominent languages at the time of the war, and the ones that most survived the ensuing chaos, population wise.) She can however, speak broken, straight English as a second language. The government regulated everything, including language. This became the official language of New America, regardless of what everyone spoke.
Abilities: Anna is a shape shifter, meaning she can take the shape of an animal which is, in this case, a Bengal tiger.
Items: She has very little except the clothes on her back, and a small gold locket around her neck that was given to her by her mother. She has no money, no wallet, and no identification. Anything that might identify her or flag her as a Misfit, she has destroyed.
Third Person Sample:
It was absolute agony. Pain raced throughout her entire body; limbs twisted and contorted into angles that they weren’t supposed to, they shortened and grew in places and where fingernails once were claws lengthened. It felt like liquid fire was running through her veins, but Anna couldn’t scream. If she made a noise at all, she’d be discovered and taken in and never seen again. No one knew what happened to Misfits that disappeared, but everyone knew they never made it out.
She’d never felt anything like this before, and though the shift was quick she lay still on the grimy pavement, her breathing coming in labored gasps. What happened?! Her thoughts were frantic and jumbled, and it felt like she couldn’t think correctly. She opened her eyes and quickly shut them again, whimpering as loud as she dared. Everything about her vision was different, and she reached to run a hand across her face, and-
…Promptly smacked herself in the head with a huge orange and white striped paw. What?! She stared in horror down at where her hands should be. Instead of slim and delicate piano playing hands, she had paws. Paws with talons that could rip the flesh from a man, dig into prey hunthunthunt must hunt so hungry need to eat, blood--
With a terrified growl she backed against the cold wall of a building and slumped to the ground, body trembling. She couldn’t move, could speak, couldn’t think. She stayed like that for an undistinguished amount of time. It felt like it passed in a daze; night blurred into day and then into night again (or at least she thought it did; Anna had never seen the sun. One could only tell the time by watches or the passing of people heading to and from work), and minutes turned to hours.
It was like this that he had found here.
It was a cheerful whistle that snapped her out of her reverie and caused her to slink in the shadows. No one had come into the alley since she’d been here, this was the first noise she had heard other than her breathing in what seemed like quite a long time. A figure emerged from the shadows, and the whistle trailed off as her amber eyes met with his green ones.
“Well, hello there.” The voice was smooth and amused, but Anna couldn’t yet tell if he was going to rat her out or just leave. Regardless, the talons at the ends of her claws flexed and she instinctively growled. Get away.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in response to her growl. “So you can quit snarling at me.” Surprised at his boldness (who would be so snarky with a growling tiger?), she stopped and stared.
“I can help you.” He knelt and held his hand out to her. Those green eyes were so honest, she couldn’t help but poke her head from the shadows and stare at him curiously. His finger tapped her nose once and she shook her head with a huff, and promptly sneezed. He laughed, then ran his fingers through the fur atop her head, ignoring the grime that had settled.
“You can call me Jack,” he told her as he stood. “And I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends, if you don’t mind.” Surprised, anxious, and hopeful, Anna couldn’t help but follow.
First Person Sample:
((OOC: BEWARE THE BABELFISH TRANSLATIONS DX))
[The communicator clicks on, though it doesn't sound like it's initially done on purpose.] Qu'est-ce que c'est?*
I do not...understand. [The communicator is thumped against the counter -- it seems primitive, to her. There's a rapid stream of unintelligible language murmured under her breath, then she speaks louder in a thick and strangely accented voice.]
Ist jemand heraus dort?**
I am...hm. ¿Cómo usted lo dice?***
Lost, si? I am...lost. What is this place? It is not the ah...'Facility' is it? [There's the slightest trace of fear in the last word, but it's covered.]
Non, this isn't the Facility. Where am I, hm?
Translations:
*What is this?//French
**Is anyone out there?//German
***How do you say it//Spanish
Preferred Quarters: Any.
Age: you guys know by now~
Username: travelistaa
Email: n/a
IM: travelistaa
Character Name: Anna Two
Background:
Anna’s world: http://community.livejournal.com/inrhythmicspace/2781.html
Anna herself was born in 2045 to her mother Anna One. She was a product of a baby boom; her father had been in the military and had been sent on expeditions to the surface. Such trips were dangerous, and every time the troops returned unscathed, there was an influx of children. Unfortunately, soon after Anna was born, her father was called back out on a mission to the surface, and was never heard from again. Anna grew up with her mother in a single bedroom apartment in New Detroit. She had a relatively normal childhood - she was sent to school, had chores, and loved animals. Anything but a socialite, Anna is quiet, bookish and sometimes fairly conservative, but around friends she loves to laugh and smile. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and can’t even entertain the thought of betrayal. She’s strong willed and creative and she also has a crystal clear and powerful singing voice, and is in general very musically inclined. She has a tendency to be rather shy as well -- and isn't much for singing in front of an audience.
When Anna turned twenty, she began showing signs of becoming a Misfit (high fevers, vomiting, nausea, uncontrollable shaking, and night terrors). Fearing for her mother’s life for harboring her, Anna fled the safety of her warm home. Alone in the streets of New Detroit, Anna survived off scraps and handouts. Alone and terrified in an alley, Anna shifted for the first time. Dizzy, confused, and in a body that wasn’t her own, she stayed hidden in the shadows, until she was finally discovered by a fellow Misfit who called himself a jack of all trades. She took to referring to him as Jack, and with him, she managed to harness her new ‘power’ and managed to control the ‘beast’ within.
Appearance: Small and petite, Anna stands around 5’2’’, and weighs in at around 105 lbs. Her hair is a dark black, and her skin a golden bronze that’s traditional of people from India and it’s surrounding areas. She’s unassuming, but it’s those eyes and the sandy coloring that grab the most attention. There’s a hungry animal lurking in the darkness of her mind, and, since she’s new at keeping it at bay, sometimes there’s a flash of something that people can’t define, and they wonder if it was ever there to begin with. Her PB is Sonam Kapoor.
Spoken / written languages: Anna’s language is a mixture of several - the continent of New America became even more of a giant melting pot. She speaks ‘New American’ (Nouveau Amerikana), which is a combination of English, Indian, Spanish, German and French (these being the most prominent languages at the time of the war, and the ones that most survived the ensuing chaos, population wise.) She can however, speak broken, straight English as a second language. The government regulated everything, including language. This became the official language of New America, regardless of what everyone spoke.
Abilities: Anna is a shape shifter, meaning she can take the shape of an animal which is, in this case, a Bengal tiger.
Items: She has very little except the clothes on her back, and a small gold locket around her neck that was given to her by her mother. She has no money, no wallet, and no identification. Anything that might identify her or flag her as a Misfit, she has destroyed.
Third Person Sample:
It was absolute agony. Pain raced throughout her entire body; limbs twisted and contorted into angles that they weren’t supposed to, they shortened and grew in places and where fingernails once were claws lengthened. It felt like liquid fire was running through her veins, but Anna couldn’t scream. If she made a noise at all, she’d be discovered and taken in and never seen again. No one knew what happened to Misfits that disappeared, but everyone knew they never made it out.
She’d never felt anything like this before, and though the shift was quick she lay still on the grimy pavement, her breathing coming in labored gasps. What happened?! Her thoughts were frantic and jumbled, and it felt like she couldn’t think correctly. She opened her eyes and quickly shut them again, whimpering as loud as she dared. Everything about her vision was different, and she reached to run a hand across her face, and-
…Promptly smacked herself in the head with a huge orange and white striped paw. What?! She stared in horror down at where her hands should be. Instead of slim and delicate piano playing hands, she had paws. Paws with talons that could rip the flesh from a man, dig into prey hunthunthunt must hunt so hungry need to eat, blood--
With a terrified growl she backed against the cold wall of a building and slumped to the ground, body trembling. She couldn’t move, could speak, couldn’t think. She stayed like that for an undistinguished amount of time. It felt like it passed in a daze; night blurred into day and then into night again (or at least she thought it did; Anna had never seen the sun. One could only tell the time by watches or the passing of people heading to and from work), and minutes turned to hours.
It was like this that he had found here.
It was a cheerful whistle that snapped her out of her reverie and caused her to slink in the shadows. No one had come into the alley since she’d been here, this was the first noise she had heard other than her breathing in what seemed like quite a long time. A figure emerged from the shadows, and the whistle trailed off as her amber eyes met with his green ones.
“Well, hello there.” The voice was smooth and amused, but Anna couldn’t yet tell if he was going to rat her out or just leave. Regardless, the talons at the ends of her claws flexed and she instinctively growled. Get away.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in response to her growl. “So you can quit snarling at me.” Surprised at his boldness (who would be so snarky with a growling tiger?), she stopped and stared.
“I can help you.” He knelt and held his hand out to her. Those green eyes were so honest, she couldn’t help but poke her head from the shadows and stare at him curiously. His finger tapped her nose once and she shook her head with a huff, and promptly sneezed. He laughed, then ran his fingers through the fur atop her head, ignoring the grime that had settled.
“You can call me Jack,” he told her as he stood. “And I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends, if you don’t mind.” Surprised, anxious, and hopeful, Anna couldn’t help but follow.
First Person Sample:
((OOC: BEWARE THE BABELFISH TRANSLATIONS DX))
[The communicator clicks on, though it doesn't sound like it's initially done on purpose.] Qu'est-ce que c'est?*
I do not...understand. [The communicator is thumped against the counter -- it seems primitive, to her. There's a rapid stream of unintelligible language murmured under her breath, then she speaks louder in a thick and strangely accented voice.]
Ist jemand heraus dort?**
I am...hm. ¿Cómo usted lo dice?***
Lost, si? I am...lost. What is this place? It is not the ah...'Facility' is it? [There's the slightest trace of fear in the last word, but it's covered.]
Non, this isn't the Facility. Where am I, hm?
Translations:
*What is this?//French
**Is anyone out there?//German
***How do you say it//Spanish
Preferred Quarters: Any.