User Profile

"December 10th! You'd better all remember because I'll be pissed~!"



BASICS ;;

Name: Annie
Class: thief --> rogue
Country: Hanalan
Age: 17 18 19 20
Family: Father // Jared [deceased], Mother // Irene [deceased], Sister // Ella, Brother // Mark
Languages: Trade [fluently], Hanalan [very well]
Mount Name: n/a
Weapon Proficiencies: Daggers, Throwing Weapons
Birthdate: December 10, 606 [saggitarius]
Blood Type: O



HISTORY;;

It's been too long for her form any clear memories of when Annie's parents died in an farming accident when she was four years old. Her much older sister, Ella, then sixteen, was forced to take responsability for the care of her siblings, as they had no other living relatives. She sold the farm for enough money to make something with, and then headed to a small vineyard village called Harcha, located in one of the more heavy forested areas of Hanalan, where she bought materials and land and set up a business as an inn/bar owner.

Annie, thus, learned from very young how to work for a living. It was up to her, along with Ella and Mark, to run this business, and while Harcha was a small town, many passed through to sample the wine vintages. And the more she learned to do work, the more she learned to hate it, and the more she learned to hate it, the more she learned to get out of it in any way she could.

She didn't have Mark's eye for obsessive language study to escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life with her siblings in the tavern, but she did have an eye for books and old fairy stories, and she grew very fond of stealing into the woods to climb into trees with a book propped in her lap, until it grew too dark to see the words any longer and she would be forced to return home to Ella's scoldings.

Her life continued in a constant circle of customers, meals, dishes, laundry, books, fairy stories, trees, meals, day in, day out, until, one day at the end of May, a peddler came through town. There was an old book he was selling on his cart, and the cover design piqued her interest. She filched it off of the cart without looking inside the cover.

Annie originally thought, for half a year, that the book was no magical journal -- it was a magical storybook. She followed it closely, developping theories, ships, favourite characters, enough that she completely lived in the world of the journal. Until she spilled wine on it, and realized that she was actually in that world.

As time as gone on, Annie has slowly come to see the journal as a collection of real people, places, and events, with the aid of making real friends through it ... namely fellow Hanalan girls Eri, Daisy, and Mianne, and the Atsirian Lord Reiz. This at times still effects her perceptions, but she's largely grown beyond it, and now, for the most part, leaves the journalfolk to their own real lives.

When the grape harvest in Harcha was detroyed by young dragons, Annie sank into depression, but Harcha was saved by her friends and Princess Kelita coming to her aid with relief money.

She left home with her friends and has began to try and see some of the world. She's found herself surprisingly homesick, but she comforts herself with the presence of the people she's come to care so much about.



PERSONALITY;;

Annie is, more or less, what you would expect from a Hanalan country girl. She's friendly, earthy, funny, and cheerful, loves the forest, loves flowers, loves seasons. She thrives on the land, on a sense of family. She also has a somewhat mean sense of humour, and is fairly pleasantly abrasive on a regular basis.

She's also extremely opinionated and gets annoyed and frusterated when her opinions are disagreed with. She's remarkably bad at arguing them, tending to stay on one point and ignore arguments she can't counter. She's incredibly immature while arguing.

Different from the normal Hanalan girl, she's very lazy, also, when it comes to hard work. There's nothing she likes less than cleaning tables or being up to her elbows in suds and grease.

She's very close with her brother, riduculously proud of how smart her is, even though she calls him a big dork to his face. Her relationship with her sister is much closer to that of a mother you don't owe your existance too, and while she loves her, they rarely see eye to eye.

She's far from above taking things that don't belong to her. In fact, ever since she taught herself to pick Mark's locks when he tried to shut her out while he studied, she's made something of a habit of it.

She's a complete heaten [something her sister HATES], thinking the Church of the Dragons is ridiculous, and devotes all of her spiritual efforts to Hanalan's faerie myths.

Annie lives for the moment and believes in personal gratification above nearly EVERYTHING else. She thinks life is too short to waste on rules, work, or what anyone else thinks. Her motto on life is "just live."



APPEARANCE;;

Annie has blue hair cut in a short bob which she holds back from her face with a cresent moon shaped hairpin, and big blue eyes. She wears loose clothes to hide her occassioanlly embarrasingly skinny frame. She's of average height. She has a sort of plain, earthy prettiness to her, but no one would ever call her a beauty.



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