Venomarrah
Wise Woman
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Name: Amber Lynn Leda Lavinia
Nickname: Ann
Age: 27
Personality: Ann is the epitome of the mother figure. Through her years, she has become a caring, kind-hearted woman. But to not mistake her for boring, because she is actually very... mysterious. She has only truly explained herself, all folds, crevasses and sides to her lover, who is now gone. It is not easy to interpreted her any other way then what she prefers.
Though she herself is not in a regular up beat mood, always seeming sly of stoic, she expects everyone else to be so. She protects those of no defense, because at many points of her life, she was there. She was there in that very spot. Ann is extremely empathetic to everyone and everything. In her teen years, she was most known for her neutral states in cases of drama, and was picked on for being a vegetarian.
Though Ann may look a weak, feeble character, she may be the strongest you will ever meet. But truthfully, she is only this strong, for the comparison of her sometimes weak mentality. Even a strong mother cries.
Appearance: Ann is a beautiful young woman, looking like she's in the mist of her prime. She's about 5'5, yet seems taller when attention is on her. Her sapphire blue eyes can see through many lies, frustrations, and the thick skinned. Her hair is a contained, brown, wavy mass, just short of her lower back. Her skin is quite pale, reminding one of a glass doll.
History: Before being put on this AATE, Ann was the happiest woman in the world. With her quiet thirteen month baby in arms, a lover at her side, her heart was content.
She worked as a part time hair dresser, fitting it perfectly into her scheduled. Her extreme motherly instincts told her the moment before the baby would wake, when she was calm, when she was hungry... All while being in the next room, working on a client.
Her lover, the baby's father, was a firemen. It was an easy job for him; He was a tall, semi-muscular man who know how to think in dyer situations. Through he wasn't perfect, he completed the father role in the family so very easily.
Everyone knew this was all she ever wanted. A child of her own. It seemed her perfect role; as if created for just this. And that was what she wanted. After finding a stable job and life partner, she made the final decision of having a child.
Nine months flew by with the only curious craving of carrots and an hourly kicking at the lungs, her daughter was finally brought into this world. And oh, the beauty of this child. As one would say, she had her mother's eyes and her father's high cheek bones.
During the first year, it was a brand new course of teaching the couple wasn't prepared for. They may have had some rough times in the beginning, but it smoothed out very nicely as the child grew.
But it was only after that first year they began to try and entwine their new life with the old, as Ann began working with clients once more, not having the issue of a sore back and belly in her way, so did her lover. It was obvious he couldn't take their child to his line of work, so it was put on Ann. Of course, she had no trouble with this. This was her role. Her lover was kind, taking responsibility over the child at the day of work's end so Ann may rest.
It was only maybe once a month her lover chose a time for himself and his friends, and Ann agreed, already having much time to spend with her own, since he almost had to push her out the door every other weekend. She never really liked leaving her child, though; she'd call every other hour or so, depending on how long she was to be out, constantly worrying.
It was on one of his days, did they come. They knew she would not go willingly, nor easy. They planned on her moving from the child as soon as the father was to return, to snatch her from a dark corner of the house and take her away.
Her lover came home to a cold house, the baby wailing for her mother.
Relationship/Crush: Once again, she was torn from her lover and daughter. Not much can be made, unless a miracle happens.
Other: Not only does Ann have a instant connection with children, but she has a beautiful voice she uses occasionally. Mostly, she hums while being active; only certain songs she has learned in her life. Ones with deep meaning, that relates to her so perfectly. She only sings songs with this connection to her. She has a soft yet sturdy voice, only notches away from being a soprano at some points, while being very much like a tenor or alto. Her singing style may be husky at some points, she always keeps it soft.
She also speaks fluently in French, much of her heritage being so. She learned both English and French as a child, but when spooked or angered she may use French. She also uses it to tell someone something, without them understanding it.
Oh, and I also forgot to mention neither of them like pickles.
Name: Amber Lynn Leda Lavinia
Nickname: Ann
Age: 27
Personality: Ann is the epitome of the mother figure. Through her years, she has become a caring, kind-hearted woman. But to not mistake her for boring, because she is actually very... mysterious. She has only truly explained herself, all folds, crevasses and sides to her lover, who is now gone. It is not easy to interpreted her any other way then what she prefers.
Though she herself is not in a regular up beat mood, always seeming sly of stoic, she expects everyone else to be so. She protects those of no defense, because at many points of her life, she was there. She was there in that very spot. Ann is extremely empathetic to everyone and everything. In her teen years, she was most known for her neutral states in cases of drama, and was picked on for being a vegetarian.
Though Ann may look a weak, feeble character, she may be the strongest you will ever meet. But truthfully, she is only this strong, for the comparison of her sometimes weak mentality. Even a strong mother cries.
Appearance: Ann is a beautiful young woman, looking like she's in the mist of her prime. She's about 5'5, yet seems taller when attention is on her. Her sapphire blue eyes can see through many lies, frustrations, and the thick skinned. Her hair is a contained, brown, wavy mass, just short of her lower back. Her skin is quite pale, reminding one of a glass doll.
History: Before being put on this AATE, Ann was the happiest woman in the world. With her quiet thirteen month baby in arms, a lover at her side, her heart was content.
She worked as a part time hair dresser, fitting it perfectly into her scheduled. Her extreme motherly instincts told her the moment before the baby would wake, when she was calm, when she was hungry... All while being in the next room, working on a client.
Her lover, the baby's father, was a firemen. It was an easy job for him; He was a tall, semi-muscular man who know how to think in dyer situations. Through he wasn't perfect, he completed the father role in the family so very easily.
Everyone knew this was all she ever wanted. A child of her own. It seemed her perfect role; as if created for just this. And that was what she wanted. After finding a stable job and life partner, she made the final decision of having a child.
Nine months flew by with the only curious craving of carrots and an hourly kicking at the lungs, her daughter was finally brought into this world. And oh, the beauty of this child. As one would say, she had her mother's eyes and her father's high cheek bones.
During the first year, it was a brand new course of teaching the couple wasn't prepared for. They may have had some rough times in the beginning, but it smoothed out very nicely as the child grew.
But it was only after that first year they began to try and entwine their new life with the old, as Ann began working with clients once more, not having the issue of a sore back and belly in her way, so did her lover. It was obvious he couldn't take their child to his line of work, so it was put on Ann. Of course, she had no trouble with this. This was her role. Her lover was kind, taking responsibility over the child at the day of work's end so Ann may rest.
It was only maybe once a month her lover chose a time for himself and his friends, and Ann agreed, already having much time to spend with her own, since he almost had to push her out the door every other weekend. She never really liked leaving her child, though; she'd call every other hour or so, depending on how long she was to be out, constantly worrying.
It was on one of his days, did they come. They knew she would not go willingly, nor easy. They planned on her moving from the child as soon as the father was to return, to snatch her from a dark corner of the house and take her away.
Her lover came home to a cold house, the baby wailing for her mother.
Relationship/Crush: Once again, she was torn from her lover and daughter. Not much can be made, unless a miracle happens.
Other: Not only does Ann have a instant connection with children, but she has a beautiful voice she uses occasionally. Mostly, she hums while being active; only certain songs she has learned in her life. Ones with deep meaning, that relates to her so perfectly. She only sings songs with this connection to her. She has a soft yet sturdy voice, only notches away from being a soprano at some points, while being very much like a tenor or alto. Her singing style may be husky at some points, she always keeps it soft.
She also speaks fluently in French, much of her heritage being so. She learned both English and French as a child, but when spooked or angered she may use French. She also uses it to tell someone something, without them understanding it.
Oh, and I also forgot to mention neither of them like pickles.
