Summers, Anaka Clara

[anaka]

*ANAKA CLARA SUMMERS,

“Where is my mind?”

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*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: Anaka Clara Summers
» NICKNAMES: Ana
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: Seventeen years old- October 31st 1993
» GENDER:female
» ORIENTATION: straight
» YEAR/ SCHOOL:Mckinley, Junior
» CLUBS: Art Club
» CANON OR ORIGINAL:Orginal

*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: her hair is Naturally brown, currently blonde.
» EYES: her eyes are hazel, leaning more towards brown.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: she is 5'2 and 118 pounds
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: she has a heart tattoo on her right wrist and a scar on her neck shaped like a moon.
» STYLE: Shorts with stockings and bagging tshirts or sweaters. Combat boots, pumps.
» BODY TYPE: She's short, and curvy.
» PLAY-BY: Emily Browning

*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES:
*music
*horror movies
*dancing
*parties
*acting
*home movies
» DISLIKES:
*liars
*drama starters
*girls who act bigger then they are
*whiners
*dramatic people
» STRENGTHS:
*Cunning
*Smart
*Polite
*Strong
*Brave
» WEAKNESSES:
*Sarcastic
*Loud
*Over Emotional
*Over Dramatic
*Blunt
» SECRETS:
*Her parents are Paranormal Investigators.(she's embarrassed by it.)
*Is adopted
*while driving with her grandmother in the passenger seat, they were in an accident, and Ana lived and her grandmother did not.

» GOALS:
*Make it as a big comic artist or director
*Move out of Lima one day
*Find her biological parents
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Anaka is quite the colourful character. She enjoys bright colours, glitter and confetti, which she often spreads around the halls of Mckinley. She loves to sing and dance for all to see. She can be loud and obnoxious at times, but she's a natural born sweet heart and always wants to lend a helping hand. She's a huge nerd, loving Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror, video games and comic books. She loves B-Rated films and under rated actors. Thus why all her movies are so cheesy. She loves cheesy horror movies.

Painting is also something Ana loves to do to express herself. But not with a paint brush, she simply likes to use her hands and buckets upon buckets of bright coloured paint. But, Ana also has a terrible temper, and she can be angered easily. But she hates taking her anger out on others, so she usually ends up trashing her room or punching and kicking intimate objects, resulting in bruised knuckles and injured ankles. She's a little werid, and people don't know what to make of her as she plays her music, always oldies, techo or pop-punk, for all to hear.

*i was born this way,
» PARENTS:
*Clara Summers/43/Paranormal Investigator(adoptive)
*Eric Summers/47/Paranormal Investigator(adoptive)
*Jessica Robins/35(biological mother)
*Jason Robins/41/deceased(biological father)
» SIBLINGS:
*Andrew Eric Summers/15/Mckinley Student(adoptive)
» PETS: A black cat named Aura
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER:n/a
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:n/a
» HISTORY:

Anaka Clara Summers was given up by her biological mother at the early age of 5, and since then, she spoke not a word, until she was 8 years old. She lived at the Lima Orphange until she was 6, when she was adopted by the Summers family and given the official name Anaka Clara Summers. And things got good from there. She was raised in their normal family, in this normal town. Well, or so she thought. But to a child raised with Paranormal Researchers as parents, it would be normal.

But as she grew up, she realized that many people found her parents occupation to be a joke, and then, Anaka started to believe in that stuff less and less, until finally, it was purely entertainment to her. Ana's brother, Andrew, adored them though. She could even use the excuse of him being young, since he was only two years younger then her. But they did everything together, including breaking breaking Ana's nose when she was 12. They liked to play wrestle, but sometimes they went to far. Anaka didn't blame Andrew for that, they were both at fault for fighting in the first place.

When Anaka turned sixteen, she started driving lessons. And she was given once simply task. Go get your grandmother and bring her to the house for Christmas dinner. But that never happened. Ana and her grandmother were in an accident on the way back, resulting in her grandmothers death, and minor injuries for Ana. She's felt guilty about it since, and she hasn't drove since then either. She's afraid of riding in buses, taxi's...cars, and anything that drives on the road, she's scared of now.

Now, Anaka just sort of floats through life. Doing her art, trying to nice to everyone, but if they're mean to her, she has no problem snapping back. She's watched the Glee Club kids take abuse, and on one hand she's glad it's not her, but on the other hand, she wants to stick up for them. Be the unknown hero, stepping in front of them as the slushies are launched. But Anaka has always felt intimidated by the Glee kids. Are social groups suppose to melt together? Anaka was an art nerd after all.

*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: Elyse
» AGE: optional
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 4 years
» HOW YOU FOUND US:An ad on No Directions
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit
» RP SAMPLE:

The days were boring. Maeve had stopped skipping class as much, but seeing as today was such a nice day, she decided to go visit Blaine. She didn't call first, it'd be a surprise. Besides she hadn't seen him since the last weekend he came home, when she had found everything out. It'd be nice to see him without that drama, more like the old days.

But drama followed Maeve everywhere she went, and today was a day to be haunted by ghosts of her past.

Busing to Westerville was better for Mae then taking a taxi. Mostly because the taxi was more expensive, but also because being alone with the taxi driver made her nervous. The bus had just entered Westerville when she heard a painfully famaliar voice reach her, and she looked up in fear. It was her brother-her real one- Brandon. She couldn't follow with what he was saying.
Something about how she thought she was all big and mighty now with her new family. Like she was above them all. Maeve cringed away from him and got off the bus long before her stop. Brandon followed. She wasn't far from Dalton now...but he was still following her. The pen in her pocket felt heavy...she'd use it as a weapon if she needed to. Mae stopped and turned around. "Brandon, what do you want? Why are you following me? You have no business talking to me. You shoved me out of the family, and even if you hadn't I would have still run away and let myself be adopted by the Andersons. They're my real family, really. It just took awhile to find them.", she said. Brandon snickered and shook his head, "Soon they'll see how useless and selfish you are.". He stepped closer and Mae tensed up. "S-Shut up!", she shouted. "Did they teach you to talk back? That's no good.", he muttered. And then the first punch was delivered to Mae's face. It wasn't hard enough to make her bleed, but she knew there'd be a bruise.

And just like that she took off running. He ran after her, yelling threats and tears stung her eyes. But Brandon was faster then her, and got her pinned against a wall. "It's your fault mom died, and you ran away.", she snarled and Maeve could smell the alcohal in his breath. Looking closer now, he looked horrible. Like their father had at the worst part of his drug addiction. Maeve slowly pulled the pen out of her back pocket, holding it tight. Brandon pulled his fist back to deliver another blow, and Maeve jabbed the pen into his side. She was surprised that it actually stabbed into him. He staggered back, and Mae zoned out for a moment, staring at his blood on her hands. And then, she took off running, and she hid close to Dalton as the sun went down and darkness touched everything. She watched him look for her, until he must have given up and left in the other direction.

Maeve's heart was beating like a drum, and she looked at her bloody hands again, and then she vomited. She staggered out of her hiding spot and onto the campus of Dalton Academy. Her hands held out infront of her, though she had wiped some of the blood off onto her jeans. Once she was facing the main doors, she left out a defening shriek. Maeve saw several lights flick on, most people must have been getting ready to go to bed. Students and staff rushed out the front doors in pajamas and bath robes. The Headmaster was the one who grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her out of her daze. "Maeve? Maeve Anderson? What are you doing here? What happened?", he asked frantically. Maeve stared at him for a moment like she didn't understand what he was asking. "I was...attacked.", she said quietly. "Find her brother. Blaine Anderson.", he said to a student that was standing beside him as he guided Maeve inside. The front hall was bright, and thinking about Blaine finding her like this, she started to hyperventilate, and she felt hystarical. No! The blood! They couldn't let him see the blood! For so many reasons. She'd have to convince him it wasn't her blood and that she was fine...and that she didn't break a single promise of walking at night. She never would. "P-P-Please...", was all she managed to choke out before tears took over.

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The only thing I'd like you to be careful about is how you phrase your sentences. Sometimes you forget words and it makes the sentence sound confusing. It's not enough to keep you from being accepted, just be on the look out for it.

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