Annie Cresta

[Annie Cresta]

ANNIE M CRESTA

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And looks like anna christine speckhart

i don’t know where we belong,
i think we grew under a bad sun

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full name; annie mari cresta
nicknames; ann, occasionally, but mostly just annie.
age; twenty
district; four
canon or original; canon

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hair; black
eyes; a bluish-green color
tattoos; none
piercings; none
other features; A thin scar (from a small blade) that wraps from the middle of her back around to her left hip from her time in the arena.
overall appearance; Frailty hovers around the girl, permeating every part of her. As if she might break if handled too roughly. Annie is not particularly short, standing about 5’5”, but no amount of height could remove the delicateness. No one would ever call her intimidating. She is thin, but not without the remainders of muscle from years spent swimming. They are just lean, tightly stretched across her delicate frame, providing plenty of misgivings about the amount of strength contained within her body. Hercules she is not, but people would be surprised at the might still there, dormant. Her skin is pale, shockingly so, for someone who spent so much time outside. It isn’t that Annie cannot tan, the more time she spends out in the sun, the darker her skin grows, but she is already so pale to begin with that it is pale even when sun-kissed. Sprinkled across her skin are freckles, concentrated most thickly around her nose and then dispersed less densely throughout the rest of her face. Some even making it so far as her shoulders and the very top of her back.

In contrast to the lightness of her skin is her dark hair. Black hair flows from her scalp to nearly halfway down her back. Her hair is often wavy, drying that way after swims in the ocean. But other than running a comb through it or occasionally tying it back in some fashion Annie is not overly concerned with her hair. Whenever she is forced to attend some Capitol function her prep team seems to thoroughly enjoy fixing up all of that dark mess. Her eyebrows are the same severe color as her hair and certainly worthy of attention. They are straight with little curve, and perhaps thicker than her prep team would have ever liked. Underneath those eyebrows sit a pair of bright eyes. Mostly blue with just the slightest hint of green, like the ocean, a color commonly found in the people of her district.


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likes; the sea, beaches, sunrises, finnick odair,
dislikes; the capitol (particularly being in it), loud noises, crowds, the games,
hobbies; swimming, running,
quirks/habits; Covers her ears and closes her eyes whenever she’s having flashbacks.
fears;
goals;
secrets; optional
overall personality; The very same frailty that permeates her physically plagues her personality as well. Mad, they call her. Not in the angry sort of way though like Johanna Mason or Haymitch Abernathy. Not bitter or enraged. The unbalanced sort of mad. Crazy. A lunatic. The Mad Hatter at the Capitol’s tea party. Perhaps she is. Annie wouldn’t argue with anyone who called her such. Everything in her head is so disorientated these days. A thousand piece puzzle that’s been dumped from its box and is being assembled by a drunk or a blind person. All the pieces are there, but their placement is off, some of them have been jammed into fitting with others and the picture doesn’t make much sense. So perhaps that is madness. Maybe she really is as crazy as people whisper when they think she doesn’t hear. Because what the Capitol didn’t realize is how fragile humans really are. The arena broke her. No, not even broke. It decimated her. No amount of Capitol prepping would ever rectify that. They could polish her skin and dress her up and smear makeup across her face for the rest of her life, but they wouldn’t be able to revive the girl they’d condemned to the Arena all those years ago.

Whether you actually fancy Annie crazy or not, the fact remains that she is broken. Shattered. She is always very distracted, a little off in her world. It’s because she is. She is there in that dark, terrible world she’s been trapped inside ever since the games, the one where the only company she has are her thoughts, her memories.


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mother; Coraline Cresta, waitress at the local pub, deceased
father; Ellis Cresta, fisherman, deceased
siblings; Sara Cresta, would be 22, deceased
other important family; none.
pets; none
overall history; The beginnings of Annie’s life were just as any other child’s in District four’s life might have started. She had a mother, she had a father, she had an older sister. They had a house within walking distance of the ocean. They had a boat, small enough to be manned by a single person, that her father docked in the bay every night. They had enough food to survive, no one ever went hungry. They had two big beds, one for her parents, one for her and Sara where they slept every night, nestled tightly against one another so neither of them had to be alone. They even had a dog once,

BLAHBLAHBLAH EARLY LIFE

SISTER DROWNS

LIFE GOES ON, REAPED FOR THE GAMES

GAMES THEMSELVES

AFTER THE GAMES---MOTHER DIED WHILE SHE WAS AWAY, FATHER KILLED FOR HER REFUSAL TO GO TO THE CAPITOL

LLYR BANES – MAG’S GRANDSON, ANNIE’S OTHER TRIBUTE

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your name; austin
age; eighteen, nearly nineteen
rp experience; a very, very long time
where you heard about us; caution
muses; none yet, but i am kinda eyeing prim

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anything else?; mittens