username:Smith(ers)
gender: Female
personality: Anise is very sarcastic and high maintenance she hides her feelings with sarcasm, to prevent being hurt. Though she is very sweet, helpful, and gentle to those she cares about she opens up to those close to her. Many underestimate this queen but she is a fighter... [47 words]
likes/dislikes: [ max 100 words ] Anise loves flowers but dislikes when dirt gets under her nails. She enjoys walks in her gardens, She also loves walks through the forest but twigs and branches always get caught in her hair and since she dislikes untidiness she takes precaution by avoiding all unmarked paths. She journals all of her findings including all the animals she encounters. She loves when wildlife especially brightly colored foxes wander into her garden. But what she loves the most are her friends, they know her and know how she behaves, it doesn't surprise them when she gets upset over tiny details.
hobbies/history: [ max 150 words ] Anise's loves all thing flowers including trimming roses, or other flower bushes, She enjoys also poetry and all things relaxing. Yoga and other relaxing activities are also hobbies of hers she likes to relieve stress, which she gets from her major OCD. But the activity she likes the most is hiking and trekking in forests the creativity she feels in the forest is crazy one could say the forest is her muse. It houses some of the most beautiful creatures that she loves to draw. History: Anise was raised in a very high-class family in the English countryside which is what inspired her love for forests and other natural aspects of the world. She was raised mainly by her butler and maid which is why she is so guarded her parents never cared for her emotions anyway. To busy with more "important" matters.
Writing of mine that reminds me of her personality: [ max 200 words ]
"I hate it," she says one day, looking at her perfectly manicured nails with tiny petals used as decoration. She clicks her tongue and then looks at her other hand. They're perfection. "I hate it."
Anise doesn't wait. She takes her umbrella from the corner and spreads it open inside, in front of the foreign countries emissary. They gawk at her, disbelieving, how dare she, but she fits the umbrella's handle over her shoulder and walks out.
Politics more suited her parents, with their friendly eyes "It's disgusting," she says once more.
But her feet stop halfway across the clearing away from the guest house and her pupils slide to the side of her face looking back. The foreign emissary barely steps out in a fit of barely controlled rage and Anise smiles.
She turns her head and gives them a smile, her eyes all sparkling like jewels. She pushes one edge of her perfect manicure into her bottom lip, feigning innocence.
"Emissary," she says, all sweet like honey that drips from her lips. "Emissary, it is disrespectful. I will have to tell your ambassador about your cursing on our grounds."
"Disrespectful—"
