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Character: Anna Roberts
Series: The Fades
Character Age: 17
Canon: When a person dies, they normally leave our world and go onto the next. Yet sometimes, for no discriminate reason, they become trapped on Earth. These creatures known as Fades, are normally harmless to humanity; they cannot communicate in any way with those who are still alive. But a few have discovered how to gain a corporeal form by eating the flesh of the living. Luckily, there is a group of people who were, for whatever reason, granted powers that could be used against the Fades. However when this group, called Angelics, realize that they are slowly losing the battle, they discover a teenage boy named Paul. It becomes apparent that Paul is special with powers even greater than their own, and that he’s Earth’s last hope.

Anna, Paul’s twin sister, is a normal human. She’s the type of character who has extremely antagonistic relationships with others; she spends most of her time putting everyone, including her brother, down while always getting away with it. Anna is extremely brash, vulgar, and will not hesitate to share her distaste in something. Most people are scared of her, and it’s not too surprising why—in a lot of ways she would’ve made a great English Mean Girl. However, most of her loudness comes from the fact that her mother dotes on her brother while ignoring her. And while she does have a nice side, she’s not secretly a sweet angel deep down. She’ll just actually enjoy your company instead of considering you a waste of space.

Sample Post:

I’m not exactly sure how they expect me to throw a decent party in this dump. It smells completely of shit! I mean, a swamp, really? What’s the point in having alcohol if people are just going to start vomiting the moment they attempt to breathe? Although I’m probably going to need like three bottles of vodka myself if I’m going to make this work, and I’m willing to lower my standards enough to drink the cheap kind. That's all I'm expecting to get out here in the sticks; I feel like I need to shove my brother's face into my vagina to fit in properly here. Ew. Okay, so, I’ve thought up a game plan, so listen closely; I don’t need any of you furry freaks messing this up.

First off, those zombies need to be gone. I’ve dealt with enough bloody dead people lately that I don’t need any more ruining my life. Round them up and lead them to the forest or, I don’t know, throw sticks at them until they piss off? So what if it’s racist against corpses or something, they can plan their own funeral if they want one so badly. That’s practically a party for dead people, right? They can play that tail pinning game, except they’ll be reattaching their arms. I don’t really care as long as it’s as far away from mine as possible. And rejects usually like to party crash, so I’m going to need a couple of you monkeys to be bouncers. Try not to let anyone too hideous get inside as well since I can’t exactly host a party if I’ve clawed out my own eyeballs, can I?

Anyway, I was thinking of having it near the lake. We’re going to have to do something about the tentacled thing in there first. Maybe, like, get two priests, and dump holy water into it until it goes away? I don’t fucking know how sea monsters work. Why don’t you find it a boyfriend so they can distract themselves by spilling their ink all over each other. It’s either that or teach it how to mix drinks, because then it would at least be useful. Actually, wait, I really like that idea. One of you should get right on that because there is no way in hell I’m getting near that bad porno waiting to happen. I know that the activities in summer camps rarely stay rated G, but that fetish is one step away from a pervy guy who shags his dog territory—oh! Okay, right, I was thinking of hooking the music to all of those loudspeakers across the place. Crank it up loud enough so that between it and the liquor, I can almost forget where I am, okay? Nothing lame like jazz or country, ‘cause that would be unacceptable even if this shithole was on a farm.

You know what? I think I’m just going to write the rest down as a list. Go get me a pen and paper, and then . . . Jesus, can you even read? Whatever, I’ll just draw it all out and hope you twats know how to play Pictionary. Luckily for you lot, I’m above drawing cocks, so you don’t have to worry about confusing them with bananas and getting excited. See? I’m nice after all.


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