Post by annette masters ❤ on Jan 16, 2011 16:15:56 GMT -5
annette d. masters
Beaten and broken and chased from the land
Name; Annette "Annie" D. Masters
Age; 15
Birthday; April 13, 1995
Orientation; Open
Gender; Female
Species; Human
Appearance;
Annie's a pretty pretty princess, so you should go and buy her a pretty pony with a pretty saddle and a pretty bridle and—wow, someone needs a thesaurus, don't they? In all seriousness, though, Anne is a pretty enough girl. Though, really, beauty is all in the eye of the beholder, and for every beautiful part of her, she can easily find a flaw. It's okay, though! As far as she's concerned, no one will ever be as beautiful as her. Vain? Certainly. She can afford to be, though. (Even if you'd probably classify her under “extreme cutie” instead of “extreme beauty”. And that's only if you're into short blondes with a big mouth and temper problems.)
Annie's a little thing standing at 5'2”. She weighs in at an even 100 lbs. And, yes she does have boobs. They're—just—taking a little while to grow. She's a late bloomer! I promise you, soon she'll have giant honkers that will smack someone every time she turns around. For now, however, she is content with a B-cup. (Actually it's an A, but don't let her know that you know; she's sensitive.)
As for her actual color scheme? Well, she's got that strange blonde-orange hair. You know, the kind that might be strawberry blonde if maybe her temper was a little sweeter. It goes down to an inch or two below her chin, and is completely straight. She can't curl it no matter what she does. Her eyes are a bright blue, though she is far-sighted, so she has to wear glasses when reading anything. She's pale, and she burns easily, much to her chagrin. Seriously, having to put on sunscreen every time she goes out kinda sucks.
She always wears elegant clothes, picking classy over cutting-edge, and she's the most perfect little lady you ever did see in her white sundress. There are no dark colors in her wardrobe (and, if there are, they are hidden in an array of other colors). Still, despite her high standards, she doesn't allow for fashion to take precedence over comfort. She'll pick sandals over high-heels any time, and she'd rather look like a little kid playing dress-up rather than die of heat stroke in an Angora sweater. Besides, it's not like she has anything to draw attention to in those tight shirts anyway...Oops~ Did I mention she has a complex about her cup size?
You'd better run.
Personality;
Annie is all about the three Ms. These are, in order of importance, me, myself, and my stuff. If she's totally fine, then the next thing she worries about is her various property. Be it living or not. And, yes, she is possessive of people and will claim them as hers. If she marks you as hers, then you are expected to accept her actions, no matter what she may do. The good news is that she'll also do anything for you. Finally, if she's made sure she and her personal items are not in any danger then she will worry about others things. Of course, she doesn't go down an internal list every time something happens, checking off her comforts and the safety of her property; rather, she acts subconsciously, not even thinking until she has a time to slow down and think.
But that's not much of a personality, is it? Well, it can be, I suppose. But there's so much more to her! She is oh so vain, but she is also a tease, flirting without even meaning to. She's also a bit of a snob, though she keeps most thoughts to herself. If you're on her good side then you'll never see this side of her. She treasures her friends and will compromise her beliefs to stay on good terms with them. Just watch out. Get her angry, lose her friendship? Suddenly all those secrets you told her? All those half-jokes, half-truths? Annie remembers all of them, and she'll throw them back in your face with a bitterness you wouldn't expect.
Please don't think badly of her. Those are a lot of faults. But she's amazingly good at holding her tongue (unless you push one of her buttons), and chances are that if you don't become her enemy, you'll never see that nasty side of her. Annie will just seem like a sweetheart, childish at heart, and sometimes exceedingly random. And very sensitive. Oh, how can we forget that? She has a notoriously thin skin, thanks to her twin brother baring the brunt of people's snide comments, and if she doesn't know you well, she'll take joking jabs literally. Treat her with care, all right? ❤
History;
Annette was around Pokemon from the moment she was born, though they were always kept as pets. It was expected, seeing as she was originally born in a small town with few people and far fewer Pokemon. The trainers that stumbled into her home often did so without meaning to, many suffering from a case of “no map, no damn idea where I'm going”. There were even fewer coordinators and breeders who passed by, and those who did were often the snooty types who would never let their carefully bred Pokemon around the ragtag group of town Pokemon who lived off the townsfolk's good will as well as the abundant hunting to be found within the surrounding forests.
But don't think for even a second her parents (or she, for that matter) are country-bred bumpkins. Not that there's anything wrong with country-bred bumpkins, you see. It's just that her parents have two homes. There's the big-city home, which they live in during the busy season and their “out in the boonies” home, which they live in during vacation. You know how hard it is to get service out there? That's why they like it. But we're talking about Annette, aren't we?
Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, her mother was a bit of a romantic. And, so, when she had two beautiful babies (not identical, idiots; boy and girl twins are always fraternal), she decided very quickly that their names would be beautiful french names-- and, oh, aren't they just darling? Annette and her brother were raised in the tiny little town, her parents importing tutors from God's knows where to teach them the fine arts and the arithmetic, and if you're starting to think to yourself that Annette's parents would have been better off about one hundred years in the past, you'd be right. But, yet again, I've gotten off topic. My apologies.
Annette's life was rather uneventful for the most part. Any loneliness she might have suffered without her parents' constantly being in her life (because they were always in the big cities, weren't they?) was squashed down by her brother and the various people who lived within the town. After all, everyone knew each other, didn't they? And if life was sometimes boring in the town (and it could be), well, she and her brother founds ways to make it exciting. I never said they were angels. ❤
But with age came a need to wander as all children do sooner or later (whether they wish to or not). And so it came to pass that, after speaking with each other, Annette and her brother both agreed that the best way to go about scratching the itch of wanderlust was to go out into the world and make names for themselves. With Pokemon. Because wasn't that the easiest way? They could put their studies on hold (God knew their parents had plenty to keep them comfortable if the plan came unraveled.) and venture out into the world with a team at their side. They wouldn't work together, though. Oh, no, that was far too easy.
No, they'd split up and work their way to the Championship. And whoever won would have to be served by the other for a month. Bets are fun. (And, yes, the irony of her last name is not lost on her. Find something else to bug her about, okay?)
But I rise up above it, high up above it and see
► credits; annie ► lyrics; night of the hunter, 30 seconds to mars
