Name// Annis
Age// The beorc equivalent of 26 or so. She's not about to reveal her actual age, goodness. Never ask a lady that!
Birthday// April 16th
Height// 5'7”
Weight// She won't even tell me that.
Skintone// Fair, very fair; no blemishes or freckles to speak of
Hair// Short, styled to spike out, dark shade of brown, like dark chocolate
Eyes// A little cat-like; angular and focused, jade green
Affinity// Thunder
Miscellanea// Small hands and feet, small toes; very ticklish; big eater, but does have proper table manners, thank you very much.
Overall Appearance// Standing just taller than average, Annis is clearly slim, lithe, and very agile. She's quite flexible – not to any insane degree, more along the lines that a dancer would be flexible. She has a graceful walk, hips swaying back and forth when she moves. She constantly has something for her hands to do; flipping her knives around like a circus performer, holding some sort of food, something like that. It's not that she's got nervous energy, she's just bored frequently.
The clothes she typically wears involve a sleeveless black shirt and knee-length black pants, a pair of brown boots held closed by a short series of yellow buckles, a brown corset over the black shirt, and a pair of brown and goldenrod-colored gloves with black straps over her upper arms. While not inappropriately skintight, it clings comfortably to the lean muscles and soft curves of her body. It's kind of nice when your work involves sneaking about, and clothes catching on things would not help that sort of job, would it?
Personality// Annis is... well, she tries to be friendly. She'll fiercely defend you if you're in trouble and will just as quickly lash at someone with words as she would with her knives, and she's too stubborn to leave you alone if you're in need of aid, but that tends to just go for people who haven't pissed her off. That group mostly includes her friends and a few other friendly acquaintances she doesn't quite consider pals. Most other people are given a certain degree of reserved wariness. Combined with her sarcastic nature and impatience, she's not the easiest person to get close to. Annis would make a good friend, she's sure, she just... has a hard time actually getting to know people. They either avoid her because she's so critical, or she avoids them because their first impressions make her too frustrated with the person. She's not the type of person who will ignore you if you ask for the time of day, she'd be more likely to send you on a wild goose chase in response or give an entirely wrong answer just to see how you would react to her.
As much as people irritate her, Annis still finds both beorc and laguz rather fascinating. Sometimes, when you get that feeling that you're being watched, you ought to just look high; Annis is probably hiding in plain sight somewhere watching you. One of her favorite hobbies, when not off on a job or doing something to further her own personal benefit, is to stretch out somewhere and watch people interact. She's quite good at it, too; rarely does anyone notice her.
Annis isn't fond of babies, by the way. Or small children. If it's a small child that can play by his or herself without constant attention, then she won't mind him or her, but energetic rugrats that insist on playing with her at this very moment are not children Annis likes to spend time with. She likes heights, as any being with the ability to fly could probably attest to. She's also a daredevil, and enjoys doing risky things to see how people will react to her. She's also got quite the active imagination, as looking at any of her writings from her teenage years might tell you.
History// Annis actually has no memory of Kilvas nor her family, despite being a Kilvas raven. Her mother panicked when she learned she had become pregnant, still being young (by laguz standards, of course), and when Annis was born, she and Annis' father left her upon a family's doorstep, as they had heard tales of beorc doing the same thing. However, they took the story a little too literally, leaving her—on accident—on a beorc family's doorstep. Annis got rather lucky, then, that the couple there were willing to raise the infant properly, as a daughter instead of as a slave, as other winged laguz were subject to during that time. The two beorc, Allen and Lenore, moved soon after the claim to their newfound daughter to the edge of the Serenes Forest, still within Begnion borders, to attempt to move further away from laguz prejudice. Apostle Misaha smiled upon Begnion during most of Annis' life. As a laguz raised by beorc, however, much of her heritage was left a mystery to her, including the ease of transformation. Not once did Annis shift into her raven form, learning instead to fight with knives. Annis stayed close to home during her years growing up with her beorc parents; not many people were very supportive of the fact that Allen and Lenore were, well, parents to a raven laguz. Understandably, they tended to believe that the raven was more likely to plunder all their stores than to rightfully buy any of their wares. (Annis firmly refuted the rumors of thievery, despite turning to that line of work when becoming an adult in laguz terms).
Things were going rather smoothly for her. Allen and Lenore were beorc, and thus died as she approached adulthood. In their absence, their son and his wife, Landry and Karen, acted as guardians for her, ready to give support or advice if need be as Annis, for lack of a less punny term, spread her wings and left the nest.
Then the Serenes Massacre came.
Annis was forced to leave Landry and Karen behind in order to run. Despite not being a heron, the fury and insanity that consumed the beorc in the face of their beloved Apostle's assassination made Annis a target. Landry and Karen stayed behind to attempt to calm the crowds and protect the herons, whom they had lived near, thus knowing of their peaceful nature. Annis was unable to help, or even see if they would make it out all right; one of the beorc, a mage, chased her off with blasts of magic. Annis, burned and frightened, ducked into an abandoned home in order to hide...
And found herself falling through a clear Learanian sky, towards Eyris.
Annis settled in the city since then, managing to make something of a name for herself outside of the city as a mercenary. The next time you need something, no matter how legal the process, look up the brown-haired raven. She's good at what she does.
