Post by xxchasexx on Sept 24, 2010 10:03:54 GMT -6
Name:: Anya Lillun Mernez
Age:: 14 years
Gender:: Female
Residency:: District 2
Appearance::
Personality::
History::
Saying Anya had a rough past is a gentle way to put it. Abusive fathers. Drunken mothers. Murderous brothers. Daily life for Anya, really.
It all started on the ninth of June, when Anya had the misfortune of coming out of her mother's womb. Right then and there, she had seemed loving enough. Kind fingers. A gentle heart. Anya had felt nothing but love to this woman who had bred her. And her father... well he was nowhere to be found.
Days went by. Weeks. Months. Anya never met her daddy. Her mother began to drink. A brother was born, with a father Anya didn't know. Neither did her mother.
Said brother was alright at first. Sharing cookie at snack, giving her goddnight hugs and kisses before he climbed into his crib. It was when he pulled the knife on Anya, that she began to suspect he was more than just an innocent little infant.
Anya had gone to sleep with a belly full of warm milk (she had learned to make this from her teacher). She had pleasant dreams, a first for her. When she woke, there he was, little demon child, sitting on top of her, a knife held to her throat. She had freaked, obviously, and had never realized that when the light went on, her brother was still asleep in his baby-blue crib, sucking his thumb as if his life depended on it.
She steered clear of him, always. She left it to her drunken mother to care for him, which she had no idea how to do in her state. The boy was always in dirty diapers. There was always some form of mess dripping down his chin. And he cried when Anya ignored him, which suited her just fine.
EDITEDITEDIT
Code:: Napoleon mermaids
Other:: Anya Mernez has a little brother (WIP)
Age:: 14 years
Gender:: Female
Residency:: District 2
Appearance::
Personality::
History::
Saying Anya had a rough past is a gentle way to put it. Abusive fathers. Drunken mothers. Murderous brothers. Daily life for Anya, really.
It all started on the ninth of June, when Anya had the misfortune of coming out of her mother's womb. Right then and there, she had seemed loving enough. Kind fingers. A gentle heart. Anya had felt nothing but love to this woman who had bred her. And her father... well he was nowhere to be found.
Days went by. Weeks. Months. Anya never met her daddy. Her mother began to drink. A brother was born, with a father Anya didn't know. Neither did her mother.
Said brother was alright at first. Sharing cookie at snack, giving her goddnight hugs and kisses before he climbed into his crib. It was when he pulled the knife on Anya, that she began to suspect he was more than just an innocent little infant.
Anya had gone to sleep with a belly full of warm milk (she had learned to make this from her teacher). She had pleasant dreams, a first for her. When she woke, there he was, little demon child, sitting on top of her, a knife held to her throat. She had freaked, obviously, and had never realized that when the light went on, her brother was still asleep in his baby-blue crib, sucking his thumb as if his life depended on it.
She steered clear of him, always. She left it to her drunken mother to care for him, which she had no idea how to do in her state. The boy was always in dirty diapers. There was always some form of mess dripping down his chin. And he cried when Anya ignored him, which suited her just fine.
EDITEDITEDIT
Code:: Napoleon mermaids
Other:: Anya Mernez has a little brother (WIP)