Post by Ana María Campos Hernández on May 25, 2012 18:25:30 GMT -5
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*ANAMARÍACAMPOS HERNÁNDEZ,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M Marie AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR Four years SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT deviantART AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
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FULL NAME Ana María Campos Hernández
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Estados Unidos Mexicanos ! Viva México!!!
AGE Seventeen
GRADE Junior
OCCUPATION At anything were she can gain money.
SEXUALITY Straight.
BIRTHDAY September 16th.
SCHEDULE
ENG202: Literary Analysis & Composition II
HST102: World History
HST412: U.S. & Global Economics*
WLG230: Latin II
SCI302: Chemistry
Aerobics
Debate
Psychology
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
~Dangerously spicy food.
Chiles! Chiles! Chiles! It doesn't matter what Antonio says, Chiles! are absolutely the best thing ever invented. From the Chile de Árbol to the Chile Poblano. They are all a delight.
~Independence.
Ana María loves her freedom and ability to do whatever she wants, so be careful not to stand in her way.
~Soccer!
Well, it's a latin family tradition. It's not just about kicking a ball, it's about the sport, the companionship, being able to kick the other team back home!
~Sleeping.
What can I say? Eight hours a day just isn't enough.[/ul]
DISLIKES
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
PERSONALITY
Ana María will go out of her way to help someone she cares for. Once considered a friend, her loyalty is unbreakable. Note that she is not the best to deal with betrayal. And! she is subjective to hold grudges, even with the silliest of things. She doesn't fight others, mainly for one of two reasons, she doesn't care or she's busy doing something else.
This girl has a talent for getting into trouble. She can't help it, it's just something she does. (Like waking up two hours late for first period and then doodling in class).
She hates when people claim she uses her humor to hide her low self-esteem. She doesn't have to, because she is not insecure. In fact, when you get to know her, you will find she is quite arrogant.
She does, however, use her humor to keep people at a distance. When she gets hurt, she turns into this armor of steel and she will not let anyone near her heart. She tends to push people away.
Her one obscure secret,
HISTORY
But when she was 2, her mother passed away. She had been ill for a while. Ana María laid on her bed almost every day, until her father arrived from work and snatched her away. She never understood why her father was so overprotective of her mother and why he never allowed her to see her. It wasn't until recently that she found out, she died from lung cancer.
After her mother's death, Ana María had to learn to run the household. She was very lonely, so she relied on her imaginary friends, or Alebrijes (Mexican folk art sculptures of magical creatures) that she saw in pretty pictures.
She would go to school and come back, do her chores, and then go to bed tired beyond belief. This went on until even as she grew older. Her father was never quite the same after his dearly wife departed. He became more serious and protective, but not to the point of choking his little girl.
But then, her family went through a severe financial crisis, to the point where they had barely anything to eat. Her father took on a second job and gave her as much food as he could, but the little one often refused and convinced him to take it instead.
She tried to find a job too, but no one would hire a child. The situation began to worsen but Ana María was persistent and nothing would make her give up. A small business owner took pity on her and offered her a job as a flower deliverer. She barely made minimum wage, but at least she had for something to eat.
As she entered her teenage years, Ana María realized just how difficult it was to grow up without a mother. There were so many things she wanted to ask her, run to her for advice, just to hear the sound of her voice, and her gorgeous lullaby.
Due to the lack of a male heir, her father taught Ana María how be useful around the house, in the mechanic and fixing sense. She learned how to fix electronics, drill holes, carry heavy objects, among other things. There was no time to paint her nails, do her makeup or gossip. Sometimes she even wished she was a boy, it would make her job easier.
She worked at anything that could give her money. Her father never hit her, so the scars on her back and stomach were acquired by the countless times she had to do a man's job. Like working on manual labour or roofing houses.
Her academic performance wasn't as good as she would've wanted, and her teachers mostly labeled her as dumb for her lack of attentive skills, so she focused more on sports. After her freshman year of high school, she received an athletic scholarship to join Gakuen Academy.
She was reluctant at first, but her father finally convinced her that a private education might serve her right for a better future. Although she misses her native land, this school has grown to be like a second home.[/ul]
RP EXAMPLE
The wind blew softly, carrying the sound of faint voices within. Mexico sat at the edge of the sand, her feet caressed by the warm waters of the Pacific. She was at the far end of the country, so south there was no one to bother her. She needed time to think. No, she did not wish to think. She could not afford to go underneath her mind and uncover the feelings she didn't want to face.
With piles of severed heads and corpses handing from overpasses, it had been hard to imagine a more gruesome attack could be possible. Layouts of innocent people had hoped the cruelty of the situation would end in a number of casualties that didn't become personal until it was someone you knew.
But, how could I explain to you that it had happened? It seemed silly now to worry about things like a failed test, a broken condom, or finding a decent job when true evils like this existed. Countless people trapped within hazardous walls, smoke intruding their lungs, fire burning their bodies, eyes witnessing a sight no one should be forced to… emergency exits locked. Only in Mexico.
Ana María shed a tear. She didn't want to be acknowledged as a nation, a nation in mourning. The burning casino had illustrated the lengths the drug cartels will reach to try to outbid each other. And the victims who pay the consequences… Who's last sight was true hell, who screamed in agony until their voices silently begged for death.
Mexico's tears turned into sobs. She had felt this pain before, knives encrusted in her heart. Once, in 1968. Her body was a battlefield of scars that could not heal before something else torn them open. She could not imagine living in a world were something like this could happen.
She did not want to feel anything. The other nations had shared their condolences, especially America, who claimed his responsibility. She chuckled bitterly. He should be ashamed. He should take responsibility. If he could control his drug usage, none of this would've happened. If only he knew just how miserable his mere presence brought them all… Ana María had to stop herself right there. It wasn't his fault, per se, but she was so hurt she wished she could dump all this on him.
She stood up and took a deep breath. The only one she wanted to talk to was Colombia. He knew how it felt to be controlled by forces you could not overpower no mater how hard you threw a punch. He knew how it felt to live in a war and not know which side will protect you.
Her happy-go-lucky aura had vanished into bitterness and a deep desire for vengeance. She was fighting back, and this time the end justified the means.
With piles of severed heads and corpses handing from overpasses, it had been hard to imagine a more gruesome attack could be possible. Layouts of innocent people had hoped the cruelty of the situation would end in a number of casualties that didn't become personal until it was someone you knew.
But, how could I explain to you that it had happened? It seemed silly now to worry about things like a failed test, a broken condom, or finding a decent job when true evils like this existed. Countless people trapped within hazardous walls, smoke intruding their lungs, fire burning their bodies, eyes witnessing a sight no one should be forced to… emergency exits locked. Only in Mexico.
Ana María shed a tear. She didn't want to be acknowledged as a nation, a nation in mourning. The burning casino had illustrated the lengths the drug cartels will reach to try to outbid each other. And the victims who pay the consequences… Who's last sight was true hell, who screamed in agony until their voices silently begged for death.
Mexico's tears turned into sobs. She had felt this pain before, knives encrusted in her heart. Once, in 1968. Her body was a battlefield of scars that could not heal before something else torn them open. She could not imagine living in a world were something like this could happen.
She did not want to feel anything. The other nations had shared their condolences, especially America, who claimed his responsibility. She chuckled bitterly. He should be ashamed. He should take responsibility. If he could control his drug usage, none of this would've happened. If only he knew just how miserable his mere presence brought them all… Ana María had to stop herself right there. It wasn't his fault, per se, but she was so hurt she wished she could dump all this on him.
She stood up and took a deep breath. The only one she wanted to talk to was Colombia. He knew how it felt to be controlled by forces you could not overpower no mater how hard you threw a punch. He knew how it felt to live in a war and not know which side will protect you.
Her happy-go-lucky aura had vanished into bitterness and a deep desire for vengeance. She was fighting back, and this time the end justified the means.
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