I will make this fancier to look at one day. I promise.

ANNA

History: Born on October 31, 1944 to  Rosemary Madeline Way (nee Woodrose) and Christopher Marc Way, Annalise Mary Way's life at first looked promising with a nice house, nice parents and a nice town to grow up in in Houston, Texas. But Rosemary never did get over the demons of her past marriage that was rife with abuse and guilt. She began to hit or shake or neglect Anna but then shower the confused child with affection, starting a viscous cycle between the two of them. Christopher was a cowed man, letting his wife get away with it and helped cover it up partly out of devotion and partly out of fear that his reputation would be ruined if this got out. Then she met her half-sister from Rosemary's previous marriage, G.M Morris who was a rising author and poet at the time, two years later. She was taken out of her parents' care and put into her older half-sister's custody after an intense discussion with the young woman who threatened to reveal the truth about the Ways and what Rosemary did to G.M in her previous marriage if they did not hand over Anna to her as she was fearful of her half-sister's health. G.M returned to New York with Anna in tow and for the first few months it was awkward for the sisters but they eventually become closer and the sisters had a serious bond by the time next year came by.

1947 was also the same year G.M received negative attention thanks to the focus the HUAC and her controversial response to the threats made against her by the organization when she refused to go to a hearing. The spotlight on them was uncomfortable and came to a dramatic climax in 1948 when a man one night harassed and terrorized both the girls who were out celebrating her birthday. Having received an invitation from an Andrew Ryan to disappear from the world months ago, G.M finally accepted it and the two sisters became part of the The Vanishing. They spent the rest of their years in relative peace, where G.M continued to write and Anna continued to grow up. She's privately tutored by her sister, focusing mostly on maths, geography, biology and animal science due to Anna's dream of becoming a marine biologist. She's well known in the Plaza Hedone as the 'Littlest Big Sister' with how she does the chores like groceries and errands when G.M is too distracted/buried in her work to do it.

Personality: More intelligent than her young years would suggest, Anna tries to be a responsible young girl with how absent-minded her sister is when it comes to her own needs. Anna is an intelligent and clever girl with a clear set of dreams and demands in mind but she lacks focus and concentration when it comes to her work; often not doing her exercises as a result of wanting to do something more simulating. She's a thrill-seeker, ever curious and impulsive in her choices that creative and colorful due to her imagination being encouraged by G.M. She is a cheerful and sweet girl, willing to give people smiles and be a buffer to G.M's more rougher edges, but this is only to a certain extent. She will become angry and even aggressive if someone attempts to initiate physical contact with her if she does not know them very well or they try to get closer to her than she would allow. (Which happens to be five feet and she will keep that way like if someone gets closer to her, she will take a step back and if they keep doing it she insists they stop or they'll be sorry.)

Status: At 4'5, she's small for her age. She has dark brown hair and blue eyes, the eyes the only thing she shares with her half-sister since she took more of Christopher's pale coloring and more of Rosemary's facial structure compared to G.M who got more of her father's looks. Though healthy, she's more prone to allergies and cannot eat fish or chocolate or diary products. That and the abuse she felt at the hands of Rosemary for those two years did leave a mark on her. Anna walks with a slight limp  due to DDH, caused by being excessively swaddled by Rosemary who wanted to keep her from moving and making too much of a mess in the house. Though she is naturally right handed, she uses her left hand due to Rosemary breaking her wrist when she was two years old and still feels discomfort and numbness when attempting to use it to this day.

☞ Player Information;
Name: Melly.
Player Journal: onetouchdonnie
Age: 20.
Contact: onetouchdonnie (AIM) | itburnsinhim (GMAIL) | thanksforthememories (PLURK) | oldest_revolution (MSN)
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: Selene (exastris) and Matthew (unconned)

☞ Character Information;

Character Name: G.M Morris. Gloria Mary and will anyone actually highlight this. Will they.

Canon: Original Character.

OU or AU?: OU. (Bioshock.)

Canon point: Current timeline of Rapture which is 1958. She's been here since the early days of Rapture.

Setting:



History: The history can be found here in its own separate post. Warnings for description of abuse, suicide.

Personality:

Abilities: G.M is a human through and through and does not have any special powers like super strength or flight. She also will not touch plasmids with the reasons mentioned earlier. To compensate this, G.M has two specific skills that can prove useful in combat.



How did your character arrive in Rapture? G.M was invited to Rapture as explained in her history. Initially wary of the idea, she decides to go for her sister's sake when the incident with the stranger shook both of them up.

Why are you choosing to continue your character's development here from another RP? N/A.

Network sample:

[There is a new face on the network. Judging by their attire, the somber-looking woman appears to be someone who has long since settled into the city.

In the background there is a young girl sketching with charcoal on another table but it is the woman that demands the attention of the viewers with her crisp voice and piercing eyes even if she gives off the impression she would rather be somewhere else than be talking to them.]

With the recent goings of what is happening in the city, I’ve been urged by other parties— [A subtle look at the little girl in the background before she continues.] —to make myself known to you all and to get to you know you better before you all, one way or another, leave the city for good.

I am G.M Morris. Some of you may have read some of my works in the past. I would like, if possible, to conduct interviews with you about where you are from and such. [Her lips twists visibly like she rather not meet any of them but the girl in the back coughs loudly at the silence.] There will be compensation in return of your time of course.

Please contact this EZWave or my public mail address if you are interested and wish to negotiate further. Thank you.

Log sample: The message comes late at night. When Anna is fast asleep, curled way in her blankets and security, and G.M is attempting to finish a story in the next few hours because if she does not the words will fade into the mists of her mind and be shells of themselves when she plucks them seconds minutes hours later from the caverns of her mind, literature Lazaruses.

It comes in the form of a male, five foot three who is gaining weight in his stomach thanks to stress and alcohol and has been crying for the last few hours with red eyes and runny nose. The next two words explain why.

"He's gone."

The words of castaway golems made from cobbled skin and greed becomes nonsense, strung together alphabetic words and periods. The words in a finger screech to a halt, following her orders she does not think but just does. Stop. Red light. Do not pass just yet. In her head she sees her thought process smashing, smoking in the fire of her shock and anger before it is smothered down by her practiced apathy disinterest. Do not engage. Do not end up like him. She has someone to take care of, after all. She didn't really know him. He pestered her, forcing her to meet at that tavern for drinks with others and to compare notes of their works though he chased after the truth and she wrapped herself in symbolism and confusing patterns.

She has no real attachment to this sad ending to this obvious tragedy.

(Perhaps if she repeats this to herself enough.....)

Geronimo Grimes always had that light in his eyes despite their time down here, thinking himself of David against Goliath with his words, his newspaper his polished pebbles. But they failed to hit his mark and he is the victim of violence, of circumstance and of his own hope. He'll still be here no doubt with Andrew Ryan being the angel holding the flaming sword to guard this twisted Eden. Perhaps Geronimo is a castaway golem himself, ghosting after the girls with glowing eyes and haunting songs.

"..... I see." She looks up, dares to look up because what if it is a test like what happened in Sodom and she is now to play the role of the foolish wife of Lot?, and finds herself staring at not blinding lights of the skies or wrathful angels of Him but very much a human, the message. Someone with a balding head, red eyes and runny nose. Picture of middle age and sorrow mashing together in an unfavorable, honest fashion.

"Thank you for telling me. I'll alert the others if you want? It looks like you need to rest. Go."

The message's face sags heavily, matching the slump of his defeated shoulders. He titters out some words, perhaps a thank you and something else, but G.M hears nothing. She stares at her typewriter and waits for the message to leave her be and collect her thoughts. It doesn't take too long. She risks it and slowly slowly slowly opens her hands and her fingers begin to breath again. They take little sighs and slowly leak out her letters and her voice once more.