Post by ronslater on Jan 10, 2014 0:49:10 GMT -5
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FROST, ANNABELLE KATHARINE
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for Annabelle Frost, at the age of Twenty.
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How Did You Find Us?: Ad off Walking Dead Survivors
Character Face-Claim: Katharine Isabelle
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Estimated Level of Activity: Very active[/ul]
CHARACTER VISION:I chose this character because I play her on a variety of forms on a number of boards, so she's become one of my main ocs. Anna would start as a student aged 20, a film major from UCLA with heavy trust and anger issues due to the abandonment of her parents years earlier. Over time on the Island, I would like to see her overcome her issues, of trust at least, as after reading the plot it seems that there will be a lot of angry people around soon enough, so Anna's anger will be well utilized. I would like to see her able to forgive her parents, even if she can't do it directly, and make lasting friends, rather than just exist peripherally around casual acquaintances. Maybe she'll even be able to find love on the island.
As far as the sites canon charries, I would imagine that Annabelle would get along best with Matthew and Jessica, for having similar college goals as her. Also I could see her and James becoming friendly due to having similar personalities, from what I could gather. I don't think she would be too friendly with Maddy, due to dislike of women playing easy for men, which as Anna is a lesbian is hardly surprising. Also I don't think she'd be to fond of Arnold, getting the 'creep' vibe, at least at first.
Also, having played her on a number of supernaturally based boards as a creature of some sort or another, playing her as a straight human will be a fun challenge.
'WHO'S WHO?' BLURB:Meet Annabelle, a twenty year old aspiring horror movie maker, and out of the closet lesbian. Anna is somewhat brash, tending to speak whatever is on her mind without thought of consequence, She's passionate about her beliefs, and fiercely loyal to the few people she considers friends. She is also an adrenaline junkie, and loves the thrill of a good fight and/or drag race, something she was able to get plenty of while living in Los Angeles. She is somewhat emotionally stunted due to the abandonment of her parents when she was fourteen, and has lasting trust issues, which is part of the reason why she has few friends. It takes a lot for her to be able to get close to others. Despite her anger at her parents for leaving her on her own, she has never really stopped looking for them. Her childhood following her abandonment was anything but, stuck as a ward of the state from age fourteen to eighteen, and she quickly learned how to defend herself and fight dirty as a neccessity.
WRITTEN AUDITION:Annabelle's eyes snapped open and she let out a gasp of fear as the sudden bout of extreme turbulance shook the entire plane and roused her from her slumber. Screaming starts all around her as the shaking intensifies, and she struggled to remain calm although her breathing quickly becomes frenzied with her rising panic.
A couple moments later, she heard a loud explosion come from behind her, and leaned out into the aisle to look back. To her utter horror, the tail section of the plane had ripped off and all that can be seen is the sky past the row of seats six places behind her.
"Holy ****!!" She screamed out in terror, and then felt something hard hit her in the back of the head, a small case that had come out of the overhead above her as she was distracted, and everything fades to blackness as the screaming continues.
To her legitimate surprise she's not dead is her first thought as she regained consciousness an unknown amount of time later. She instinctively jerked upward into a sitting position from where she'd been laying in the sand a dozen yards or so from the wreckage of the plane's fuselage. Immediately she regretted this as pain erupted against the back of her skull, and her right hand came up to press against her scalp, holding it there for a moment before pulling it in front of her.
It came back bloody and she grimaced, hoping like hell the damage wasn't too bad as she slowly pulled herself up to stand on shaky legs, her balance considerably off centered in her disorientation. She took a slow couple steps toward the fuselage, praying that she wasn't the only survivor. She stopped at the closest prone body to her, falling to her knees next to the red haired guy who had hit on her at the airport bar by the terminal that they'd been waiting for the flight from.
She shakily reached out to roll him over so he's laid out on his back rather than his stomach, and managed to do so with a bit of a struggle. Her efforts to try and save his life are met with an uncontrollable urge to vomit as she discovered that a good portion of the man's body is burned to the point of charring.
She manages to throw herself backwards to land on her ass in the sand, before jerking her head to the side and emptying the contents of her stomach onto the ground.
'Why the hell didn't I just road-trip to Tijuana?' She wondered to herself as she finished throwing up. Her eyes raised upward from the sand to stare blankly out at the seemingly endless water off the shore of the beach, looking to be in a state of mild shock.
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