Post by Deutschland on Sept 10, 2010 13:27:21 GMT -5
Hey everyone! I decided to take on another character! Huzzah! If there is anything that needs to be added, please tell me! <3
Name: Anaïs Castillo
Country of Origin: Andorra
Gender Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 136 pounds
Appearance: Anaïs never liked overly complicated things, so her image reflects that. Her dark brown(almost black) hair goes past her shoulders, her bangs are cut straight, and are just the right length to not get in the way of her eyes. She wears a simple white dress with ruffled sleeves that cover half her arms. The dress reaches just past her knees. Along with the dress she has a small black vest, full length black leggings, and a white cravat with a big red gem on it. Her most distinguishing feature are her eyes, which are a very bright yellowish green colour. She also carries around a Spanish Timple (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timple) , and a small hand gun which she hides under her dress.
Crew member of: I'm not sure yet!
Status: Crew member
Crest: No crest yet!
Personality: Anaïs is a very outgoing individual. She loves to entertain people (no not like that) and keep them as happy as possible. She has a deep appreciation for music, and has a nice singing voice. She is very loyal, and makes friends easily. It has been said that she can be too friendly to strangers; she believes that there would be no reason to worry about them as long as you show them kindness. That being said, Anaïs is very naïve.
She is the product of her parents; very hard working, and she can pick things up quickly. She has skills with instruments, tailoring (all of her cloths are hand made), and growing delicious fruits. She was also taught some basic defense, but she hasn't gotten much practice (she will soon though!).
Although Anaïs isn't the violent type, she will defend herself (and others) in a pinch. Being around 5 younger siblings have made her very protective, and she would dive head first into danger to help out a friend in need. Even if she can't avoid being hurt in the process.
History: At a young age, Anaïs was adopted into a loving family. They had been isolated, surrounded by mountains and beautiful scenery. They survived by growing fresh fruits that they were famous for. She is the oldest out of the children; there are six in total. An important figure in her life was a tricky man whom he never told her his real name. When she asked why, he just told her he didn't like it. She calls him Artista (which means 'artist' in Catalan, the official language in Andorra). He was apparently a good friend of her father; a former famous inventor and artist, whom he had met when they were small children. He habitually visits them, making the kids fun toys and teaching Anaïs to sing and play instruments.
Unfortunately, the family in the recent months has run into trouble; their crops haven't been doing well, and their family has been targeted by groups of thieves wanting their profits (they are very persistent, since they go through the trouble of treading through long paths just to get to the house). To make things short: her family is now dirt poor, and have been for many months. And seeing as she is now “an adult” at 17, her parents decided that it would be best for her to experience life, and promptly kicked her out of the house (with some saved up money; they were not monsters!). Before she left, Artista gave her the Timple she plays. He also handed the confused Anaïs the small hand gun, claiming she would probably need it sometime. When she asked if he could go with her, he declined saying " I don't do adventures anymore."
Determined to help her poor family, Anaïs set off to find herself a job and to quote her parents: “ Find your place in the world.”. But as she soon found out, the world was much, MUCH bigger than she had thought. After a few weeks of exhausting travel, she stumbled upon a rumor, where there was a huge treasure that pirates were after. And in her mind- huge treasure= lots of money= save family from poverty. She has made her way towards the Spanish Port, and is looking for a ship...
Allegiance: Sky pirates!
How They Died:
“ God damn it's cold!” Anaïs growled as she hugged her blanket closer. “ Stupid winter.”
“ Least we ain't in the trenches.” a grizzled voice said, heavy with burden.
She paused for a moment. “ Yeah. Yeah, at least...” she mumbled, beaten. She looked over at her friend. A middle aged man with golden hair slumped on a broken couch looked at her, and grinned a little. He was a man whom Anaïs had grown close too; a soldier helping out her "business". He had been her colleague for years now, and the fact that he had a disgusting bleeding injury was devastating to the young nation. The bullet wound in his leg was contained at least; her first aid job could have used some work, but it was sufficient. She grinned back.
“Try to get some sleep, ok?” she said to him “ You'll need your strength soon if we want to get out of this crappy house.”
The man simply snorted. Anaïs sighed. There was no way to cheer him up, was there?
She didn't blame him. The last 24 hours have been a nightmare. Her station had been found by the enemy. Countless comrades had been killed or injured, her supplies had been stolen, and now they were all separated and she didn't know if they were alive or not. She gritted her teeth. Why did this have to happen? And why of all times, now? France needed her, he needed her war supplies. She had been smuggling for years and she had never been caught.
“ Well,” she said to herself “ It only takes once.”
“ Huh?” the man grumbled.
“ Uh...nothing...” she smiled at him. Even though the situation was grave, she wouldn't give up. She couldn't. “ Want me to get you some food? There must be something in the shed.”
“ Mn, sure.”
She got up and walked over to the kitchen. It was empty; she knew because she had ripped it apart trying to find tools to help mend his injury. She didn't find any food in there. As quietly as she could, she opened the back door and slowly walked to the small shed in the backyard. She prayed that there was a can of something left in there that someone forgot about. She peeked inside. It was pitch black. She went inside and flicked her flashlight on. There was not much to see; a few gardening tools, some old toys. She spotted a little wooden box. Unbeknownst to Anaïs, a figure loomed behind her.
“ Aha!” she grinned. Many people, especially desperate ones, hid food in a secret stash. Even obvious ones. As she lifted the lid she coughed; it was very dusty. Then, a miracle! A can of peas was left in the box. Not very tasty mind you, but anything helped.
She happily grabbed the can and began to run towards the door. “ See? We can make it. Some good things can happen even when-”
She stopped dead in her tracks. A German soldier stood in the doorway, gun pointed right at her. Oh god. Oh god they found us.
A bloodied screech echoed from the house, along with gunfire. “ NO!” Anaïs screamed, but she didn't get a chance to say more.
The soldier fired two shots. What felt like an eternity to her, her legs gave out. The can fell from her hands, and it slowly rolled away from her. She withered on the floor. As her life slowly and painfully drained from her body, she remembered all the fun times she had with her best friends. Spain, Portugal, and even that pervert France. I-I hope I get to see them again... some time, she whispered to herself as she drew her last breath. Please....
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow! =D
Name: Anaïs Castillo
Country of Origin: Andorra
Gender Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 136 pounds
Appearance: Anaïs never liked overly complicated things, so her image reflects that. Her dark brown(almost black) hair goes past her shoulders, her bangs are cut straight, and are just the right length to not get in the way of her eyes. She wears a simple white dress with ruffled sleeves that cover half her arms. The dress reaches just past her knees. Along with the dress she has a small black vest, full length black leggings, and a white cravat with a big red gem on it. Her most distinguishing feature are her eyes, which are a very bright yellowish green colour. She also carries around a Spanish Timple (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timple) , and a small hand gun which she hides under her dress.
Crew member of: I'm not sure yet!
Status: Crew member
Crest: No crest yet!
Personality: Anaïs is a very outgoing individual. She loves to entertain people (no not like that) and keep them as happy as possible. She has a deep appreciation for music, and has a nice singing voice. She is very loyal, and makes friends easily. It has been said that she can be too friendly to strangers; she believes that there would be no reason to worry about them as long as you show them kindness. That being said, Anaïs is very naïve.
She is the product of her parents; very hard working, and she can pick things up quickly. She has skills with instruments, tailoring (all of her cloths are hand made), and growing delicious fruits. She was also taught some basic defense, but she hasn't gotten much practice (she will soon though!).
Although Anaïs isn't the violent type, she will defend herself (and others) in a pinch. Being around 5 younger siblings have made her very protective, and she would dive head first into danger to help out a friend in need. Even if she can't avoid being hurt in the process.
History: At a young age, Anaïs was adopted into a loving family. They had been isolated, surrounded by mountains and beautiful scenery. They survived by growing fresh fruits that they were famous for. She is the oldest out of the children; there are six in total. An important figure in her life was a tricky man whom he never told her his real name. When she asked why, he just told her he didn't like it. She calls him Artista (which means 'artist' in Catalan, the official language in Andorra). He was apparently a good friend of her father; a former famous inventor and artist, whom he had met when they were small children. He habitually visits them, making the kids fun toys and teaching Anaïs to sing and play instruments.
Unfortunately, the family in the recent months has run into trouble; their crops haven't been doing well, and their family has been targeted by groups of thieves wanting their profits (they are very persistent, since they go through the trouble of treading through long paths just to get to the house). To make things short: her family is now dirt poor, and have been for many months. And seeing as she is now “an adult” at 17, her parents decided that it would be best for her to experience life, and promptly kicked her out of the house (with some saved up money; they were not monsters!). Before she left, Artista gave her the Timple she plays. He also handed the confused Anaïs the small hand gun, claiming she would probably need it sometime. When she asked if he could go with her, he declined saying " I don't do adventures anymore."
Determined to help her poor family, Anaïs set off to find herself a job and to quote her parents: “ Find your place in the world.”. But as she soon found out, the world was much, MUCH bigger than she had thought. After a few weeks of exhausting travel, she stumbled upon a rumor, where there was a huge treasure that pirates were after. And in her mind- huge treasure= lots of money= save family from poverty. She has made her way towards the Spanish Port, and is looking for a ship...
Allegiance: Sky pirates!
How They Died:
“ God damn it's cold!” Anaïs growled as she hugged her blanket closer. “ Stupid winter.”
“ Least we ain't in the trenches.” a grizzled voice said, heavy with burden.
She paused for a moment. “ Yeah. Yeah, at least...” she mumbled, beaten. She looked over at her friend. A middle aged man with golden hair slumped on a broken couch looked at her, and grinned a little. He was a man whom Anaïs had grown close too; a soldier helping out her "business". He had been her colleague for years now, and the fact that he had a disgusting bleeding injury was devastating to the young nation. The bullet wound in his leg was contained at least; her first aid job could have used some work, but it was sufficient. She grinned back.
“Try to get some sleep, ok?” she said to him “ You'll need your strength soon if we want to get out of this crappy house.”
The man simply snorted. Anaïs sighed. There was no way to cheer him up, was there?
She didn't blame him. The last 24 hours have been a nightmare. Her station had been found by the enemy. Countless comrades had been killed or injured, her supplies had been stolen, and now they were all separated and she didn't know if they were alive or not. She gritted her teeth. Why did this have to happen? And why of all times, now? France needed her, he needed her war supplies. She had been smuggling for years and she had never been caught.
“ Well,” she said to herself “ It only takes once.”
“ Huh?” the man grumbled.
“ Uh...nothing...” she smiled at him. Even though the situation was grave, she wouldn't give up. She couldn't. “ Want me to get you some food? There must be something in the shed.”
“ Mn, sure.”
She got up and walked over to the kitchen. It was empty; she knew because she had ripped it apart trying to find tools to help mend his injury. She didn't find any food in there. As quietly as she could, she opened the back door and slowly walked to the small shed in the backyard. She prayed that there was a can of something left in there that someone forgot about. She peeked inside. It was pitch black. She went inside and flicked her flashlight on. There was not much to see; a few gardening tools, some old toys. She spotted a little wooden box. Unbeknownst to Anaïs, a figure loomed behind her.
“ Aha!” she grinned. Many people, especially desperate ones, hid food in a secret stash. Even obvious ones. As she lifted the lid she coughed; it was very dusty. Then, a miracle! A can of peas was left in the box. Not very tasty mind you, but anything helped.
She happily grabbed the can and began to run towards the door. “ See? We can make it. Some good things can happen even when-”
She stopped dead in her tracks. A German soldier stood in the doorway, gun pointed right at her. Oh god. Oh god they found us.
A bloodied screech echoed from the house, along with gunfire. “ NO!” Anaïs screamed, but she didn't get a chance to say more.
The soldier fired two shots. What felt like an eternity to her, her legs gave out. The can fell from her hands, and it slowly rolled away from her. She withered on the floor. As her life slowly and painfully drained from her body, she remembered all the fun times she had with her best friends. Spain, Portugal, and even that pervert France. I-I hope I get to see them again... some time, she whispered to herself as she drew her last breath. Please....
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow! =D
