Application: Anaïs Marines/Andorra

[Olivia Zwingli]

Name: Marines, Anaïs

Country Representing: The Principality of Andorra

Age: 16

Student or teacher?: Student, 1st Year

Personality: Anaïs is often described as aloof; that may or may not be the biggest understatement of the century. On one hand, she lived most of her childhood reading, exploring the farm, and spending time with her family. Her humble home life continues to affect her wherever she goes. On the other hand, she’s sociable - in ways you wouldn’t suspect. She’s a manipulative little bugger, and is 100% willing to chat for hours if it gets her what she wants. Not shy at all, she has her own circle of friends back home and has even enjoyed a slice of popularity.

She doesn’t feel guilty very easily, especially when blowing people off in favor of her own hobbies. Her motto is, “I will do what I want to do, and you do what you want”. People barely even bother judging her; they know her too well from her adventures around town to spread rumors. She is shameless and tough little girl. However, she can be way too paranoid. For example, she puts on a thick layer of sunscreen and bug spray every day and studies at least one week, if not more, before she has a test. Habits develop quickly and easily for her. She can be extremely stubborn. She thinks that she, and noone else, it right by default. Though her kindness is lacking, her generosity is not; she often donates.

She mainly travels by bike and doesn’t use electronics very often (other than her blessed computer). She travels out to town usually for school and shopping. Duty-free shopping and old stores means that she does her chores vigorously during the week so she can buy that dusty flower brooch in the back of a thrift store. She has a pet sheep named Nela that bears her wool for selling. While we’re on the subject of shopping, grocery and window shopping (with severe couponing) are a few more of her passions. She finds that the freshest ingredients are mandatory for any meal, no matter how what is costs. Her family’s farm and the closest organic store are the sources for most of her own home-cooked meals. As a devoted Roman Catholic, she attends mass daily with her family.

She likes birding, nature watching, collecting, farming, festivals, camping, thrift shopping, cooking, gardening, culture, studying, skiing, rugby, reading, hiking, good weather, tea, folk music, and anything vintage and old-world.

She dislikes paying money, sleepovers, rain, meetings, rock music, apartment buildings, hot weather, smoke, sweat, fast food, and engine transportation.

Appearance: Anaïs has dark chocolate brown hair that reaches halfway down her torso. It is naturally straight with a hint of curl with fringe to her eyebrows. She does all sorts of things to it; braids it, puts it up in a bun, or just leaves it down. It depends on the day and her mood. When she goes birding, she tucks it into her coat. She has dark brown eyes just a shade lighter than her hair. Her features are well-rounded to accent her round face. Her lips curve in a peculiar fashion; she constantly looks like she’s making a face because of it. Her lips are colored a light red and her cheeks blush a soft pinkish brown. Her skin is naturally tanned from spending so much time outside and her part Spanish ancestry.

Anaïs is a little on the tall side. She is a bit chubby and definitely is not the “tiny” type, but she seems to give off this impossible vibe of delicacy nonetheless. It’s probably her creepy spider fingers. Her clothes are baggy, so not many people seem to know about her true body shape. She’s definitely not going to change it for anyone anytime soon. Her feet are a little too big for the rest of her body; a size 8. Well then.

She is 5’6 and weighs 120 lbs. She wears the uniform skirt and sweater with a variety of eccentric accessories.

History: Anaïs was born in the town of Canillo to a bilingual couple; her mother was Andorran/Spanish and her father was Andorran/French. The three of them lived on a quiet farm located right outside the town. She’s always been a little spoiled by the two of them. However, she also worked extremely hard as a child to learn basic reading and math before she entered school at the age of 6. She grew up around the languages of Spanish, French, and Catalan, and soon learned to speak all 3.

When Anaïs was 5 years old, her parents got a divorce and her father moved back to France. As a child, she was extremely worried that her mother would leave her as well. She entered Catalan Catholic school a year later. She made a few friends, but mostly kept to her studies. It was what her mother preferred, so she would do it. Her mother also became a little chaotic and didn’t do a very good job of raising her child.

The year Anaïs entered the 6th grade, her father returned and remarried again, making them the family they once were. It was about this age when she also discovered some new favorite hobbies (aside from studying): birding and nature watching. She spent her afternoons taking pictures from the bushes and pressing leaves into her journal. Andorra was a beautiful place, so it wasn’t hard to find things to collect. She soon isolated herself to everyone but her family and a few close friends in favor of her hobbies. She also enjoyed skiing with her family, and soon became quite skilled at it.

She finished off her middle school years by suddenly becoming moderately popular; many people wished to talk to her. She figured out it was because of her strange hobbies and home life, but she blew it off. She was popular and there was nothing she could really do about it.

When she was preparing to enter the next grade after 8th, she was invited to attend the Neo World Academy. She accepted and said goodbye to her quiet home life.

Roleplay Sample:

School was simple.

Too simple.

Multiplication, division, addition, subtraction. Diagramming sentences. Even the dreaded mile run... it faded in comparison to the challenge that lay ahead of her.

Sitting on a fence a few feet away from her, in clear sight, was a Rock Partridge.

Merda.

The plump body, the black ring around the head, the noisy, chattery song it produced. There was no mistaking it... but it couldn’t possibly be true. The bird was too elusive. Anaïs Marines set down her binoculars as quietly as possible and opened her “Field Guide to Birds of Europe”. According to the finely colored sketch that dared cover up an entire page, she was indeed staring at the extremely rare Rock Partridge.

She was on one of her weekend-long lone camping trips in the mountains. Her homework was sitting at home, completely finished. There was nothing else to do but go nature watching, so she decided to pack up and head out. The air was fresh, the grass was green, the trees guided her just where she needed to go, and there was all sorts of wildlife just waiting for her to capture.

She shivered a little; it was more of a twitching thing rather than the weather. For a few seconds, she completely blacked out and forgot where she was. When she finally came too, she stumbled to grab the Canon camera around her neck. No! I can’t just take the picture! I have to wait until he starts calling!

So wait she did.

The sun was going to set in about an hour by the time she started to hear some chirping. Yes! Yes yes yes! If the little winged thing got distracted with his chatting, she could easily swipe a picture and get out of the area to set up camp. She picked up her camera again and turned off the flash. No noises were necessary or wanted. She got on one knee, got everything in the right position and...

“Ga-ga-ga-ga-chakera! Chakera! Chakera!”

Rock partridges filled the air for a split second, spreading their magnificent pheasant-like wings. They circled, the oncoming sunset on their wings, until they managed to settle down on the old fence. She had never been able to find this species... and here it was, up in the mountains...

In her confusion and amazement, her hands took over, snapping a few good pictures of the flock. It wasn’t long before they noticed her presence in the bushes and took flight once again.

She stood and stretched out her legs. They ached from an hour or two of sitting and waiting, but she had learned not to notice after so many so many times. The sky was turning a definite orange, and the sun was going down with the temperature. Time to find a place to sleep for the night.

She began hiking, taking swigs of water as she walked. She didn’t get dehydrated easily like she used to, but “better safe than sorry”. It wasn’t long before she found a dry patch of land amongst the mountain trees. She set up her tent and built a fire by the time the moon had graced the world with its safe glow.

A few pieces of Pa amb tomàquet later, she was ready for sleep. She snuggled up in the tent, her belongings tightly filling her arms. She was out like a light in a matter of minutes.

A long day of hiking really takes a lot out of you.

((Here's my sources XD.
Wikipedia somewhat
http://www.medinnus.com/andorra/
https://birdguides.com/html/news/elusivebirds.htm
http://www.andorra.ad/en-US/Pages/default.aspx
The picture is from Pixiv. It is by Tanutanu. You can find it here: http://www.zerochan.net/731609
Hope you enjoy.))

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