Slot Number;
Slot Number Nine
Name;
Anranria
This name has no meaning or origin, it is merely something I made up from the top of my head and fell in love with. It is pronounced AN- rahn- Ree- uh, and in my mind, I translate it as 'light.' Nicknames could be Ana or Ria.
Age;
Sixteen [ in canine years ]
Two- give or take a few months [ in human years ]
Gender;
Female//Girl//Femme
Personality;
Sassy
Ria definately has an attitude. She has tongue with the potential to be sweet as honey or sharp as steel. She has witty retorts permanently stored in her brain, and has a reputation for her cocky behavior. Anranria can bring others to tears in moments, before they can say, "I am not a bleached blonde!"
Stubborn
Innocent
Desperate
Passionate
Irritable
Appearance;
Face:: Ana's face has gentle, refined features. She has a naturally medium-length, thin nose, which leads up to her cheeks with high and appealing cheek bones. She has a well-sized forehead- Not massive, but not completely small, either.
Eyes:: Anranria's eyes are very, very pretty. They are large and framed by thick and jet black eyelashes. They are bi-colored, her right eye is a dark indigo color, like a clear summer night, and the other is dark gray, like a stormy winter evening. She absolutely adored her eyes, because they depict the color of her two favorite seasons.
Nose:: Ana's nose is small and fragile. It is an orangy-pink color, with splots of snow white.
Paws:: Ria has fragile paws, small and soundless. They are, all four, a burgundy color, with white-tipped toes.
Hair:: Her hair is thick and cut in a chic, stylish fashion. It is rather short and died dark red, with bright blue gradient streaks.
Colors:: Tangerine orange, pale orange, burgundy, light teal,and white mostly consist of Anranria's colors.
Fur Length:: Ria's fur is long at the tail, medium around the middle and the torso, and longer around the face.
Fur Texture:: Her fur is soft and silky.
Accesories:: All that Anranria wears religiously are her headphones, which she only wears occasionally.
History;
"My heart's a stereo, beats for oyu so listen close,"
Anranria sang, laying on her bed and gazing distantly at her ceiling. She lifted up her feet to the beat, smiling as she read all of the random spurts of words she'd written occasionally on a whim. Lyrics, quotes, emoticons... Everything. These sneakers served as her photo album, almost.
She sighed, haluing herself upright, running a hand through her multi-colored locks. Her tuquoise eyes glittered. Ana bit her lower lip and ran her palm over her skinny jean-clad thigh, closing her eyes as the charms on the bracelet fastened aorund her wrist clinked together. The tall, lanky girl touched her temples as if to muffle the oncoming head ache as she looked at a picture that hung framed on her wall. It was her brother, beaming and laughing.
Yeah, that one that everyone around the small, renote home she lived in talked about.
That one that died in the army.
She, before the tears could flow, burst out of the door and into the hallway. Her chest heaved with emotion.
