Name: Anne Bailey
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance:
Description: Anne's smooth skin, slim figure, and natural grace leave many a girl envious of her, and she knows it. She takes care of herself, and it shows. She carries herself with confidence and a touch of arrogance, with an aura of "leave me the hell alone". Her hair is cut shorter in back than in front, and cut so as to create a feathery effect that accents the shape of her face. Her features are strong, but not too much so. She would rarely ever be found in something so unflattering as sweats and a simple t-shirt, but prefers to dress if not like she used to, then as close as she can to looking good.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132lbs
Hair Color: Light brown, and currently lightly streaked with purple highlights.
Eye Color: Brown
Biography: Anne grew up in an affluent home, and thus it has obviously affected her. Everything she ever wanted, every little wish, could and was granted with the barest lift of her finger. Ever since she was born, life was this way. She had dreams of becoming a model, loved and envied by all, ever since she was a child, and knew that she would be one. There was never a doubt. With the kind of money and looks that she had, every door was open to her. Even better, her parents knew the value of education, due to the fact that they had earned their fortune, and this lesson was at least partially impressed upon Anne. Somewhat. But that didn't matter for a girl like her, right?
And then the unimaginable happened: their fortune was lost.
Although they were a rich family, the "fortune" really wasn't up there. Not like a Bill Gates or anything, but that was what Anne thought it was. Her parents had gotten addicted to the darker entertainments of the city: gambling, drugs, etc. She had been under the impression that they were just out of town on extended trips. No problem, right? Their debts accumulated, and so their assets were seized by various interested parties, both legal and not. This drastically changed their lifestyle, from easygoing and... well,
easy, to bumming at a relative's house. After a year, the relative had decided that the family has overstayed their welcome, and let them know they had to leave. They resisted, and had to be removed by force. This caused them to live on the streets for a month until they could afford an apartment. Her parents say the same thing all the time, that they're going to get their way of life back, but as a couple of years passed, the illusion wore off for Anne.
She moved out when she was 21, and for a while was becoming sucked into the world of drug use. Before she could get seriously addicted, however, she met a girl who was soon to become her rock. This new friend dragged her out of her habits and helped straighten her life, and ever since, they've been inseparable.
Sample:
Anne twirled in her dress, her beautiful, beautiful dress. The light flickered off of it, making it appear as if she were some ethereal being, not from Earth. Normally, sparkly dresses seemed a bit over the top to her, but this one was perfect somehow. Not gaudy at all. The silvery white colour made her look otherworldly, and brought out the silver highlights in her hair, done specially for this occasion. Her happiness ebbed as a thought bugged at the back of her mind: what
is the occasion, anyways? She couldn't remember... As she dug deeper into her memory to find out what in the world she was doing here, in this exquisite dress and room, the lights dimmed. She stopped, somewhat afraid.
What was that? she thought. After a moment of seeming peace, she pushed the adrenaline spike away and returned to her task. But as she dug through her mind again, the room dimmed and the walls turned from lavish gold and white to an almost rotted-looking brown. Fear spiked through her belly, but now she knew she
had to try and find out what was going on. Despite her surroundings continuing to rot, she fought in her mind to discover the reason for being there. Her dress slid off in rotten strips, just like how the walls were peeling off, leaving her naked as her name day, to face whatever may come. Just as her terror reached it's peak, she jolted awake, a scream stuck in her throat and her arms clutching at her sheets.
Had that really been just a dream? She tried to shake off the lingering feeling of fear, but the darkness of her bedroom seemed to be hiding lurking beings, ready to... what? Do bad things? She hurried to turn on a light, and as she gained visible clarity, her mental clarity returned.
"It was just a dream..." she sighed, leaning against the wall.
Some dream... she though sourly. And it had been going so well at first. Anne sighed again and looked at the time. Finding it to be almost time for her to wake for work anyways, she groped her way to the kitchen to get some breakfast started. All her life she had never had to cook, but when things change, they
change. Myra had been teaching her how to make a few things recently, and so she wanted to test her skills this morning, give herself something to do until the other girl woke. Unfortunately, the loud clatter made as she dropped a metal bowl filled with pancake mix woke her friend up. Myra walked in the kitchen, obviously having thought someone was breaking in, to see Anne standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes closed and splattered with pancake mix, along with the floor and nearest wall. She peeked an eye open, but quickly closed it, feeling the embarrassment heat up her face, just to be cooled by dripping mix. Her friend finally started laughing, clinging to the door frame to keep herself held up.
"Yeah yeah. How about you stop laughing and help me?" she said, her tone anything but amused. And she had tried so hard, too... After they cleaned up, Anne stepped back to let Myra do the cooking, once again wishing that things had never changed.