Post by Anitha Felton on Jul 31, 2009 0:54:12 GMT -5
FELTON, ANITHA
NAME: Anitha Jane Felton
GENDER: Femme
BIRTHDATE: March first
AGE: Seventeen
ETHNICITY: German
HOMETOWN: Berlin, Germany
FOUND IN: Downtown Berlin, Germany
NATIVE LANGUAGE: German
SPEAKS ENGLISH: Fluently
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Longish, brown/red hair, clear blue eyes and pale skin. The living epitome of beauty, and she doesn't believe it. She thinks she's ugly and hated the way she looks. Stands at five foot six inches, and only ninety two pounds.
PERSONALITY:
Ani is a very stubborn girl who is proud of who she is, no matter what. She's quiet, but around people lately she just won't stop talking, she's braver and talks to people first. Though she does suffer from a fair few things like: mass hysteria, drug addiction, bolemia, anorexia, pyromania, and hallucinates when not high.
MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS:
Brealy anything. She just has a small memory of being raped by someone and her yelling "Daddy stop it!" So she figures it was her father doing that to her. She doesn't really remember anything else, though.
But she does have a lighter in which she tames her pyromania with.
CANON/ORIGINAL: Original
PLAY-BY: Becky Lou Filip
REQUESTED NUMBER: 182
SUPERSECRET PASSPHRASE: Life is but a nightmare
Hi, my name is JAMIE and I am FIFTEEN years old. My chatango name is JAMIE, and I also play --. You can reach me via PM OR EMAIL. Oh, and here is an example of what I can do:
[/b]nitha made her way through the building, utterly bored. she brought a small black lighter out of her back jeans pocket and flicked it until the little flame appeared. she grinned, remembering how easy it was to obtain it. all she had to do was flirt with the guard at the front doors, pretend to touch his butt, and then BAM, there it was in her hands.a
the little flame was enough to entertain her for a while. she had been starting to have the craving for a needle or joint for a few days. as long as she had one of her obsessions in her hand, she would be fine - until she went hysterical again. ani took her thumb off of the lighter and the fire disappeared. a frown crossed her features, making the amazed expression on her face go as quickly as the flame.
an idea popped into the girls' head, but she wasn't sure if anyone interesting would be up there. who cares, she thought, making her way towards the floor of empty rooms. anitha scratched the back of her head as she wandered through the maze of rooms, turning left, then right, then left again. trying to make herself as lost as possible. soon she was tired of all the walking around and sat in the corner of a particuarly small room. her gaze scanned the moldy walls and ugly, dusty carpet.
the girl let out a sigh and bit on her lower lip, closing her eyes and leaning the crown of her head against the wall. she parted her pink lips and started singing softly to herself. "don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe." her high saprano voice rang through the maze of empty rooms.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]