Name: Analaya "Ana" Hart
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality: Hispanic
Appearance: Ana is beautiful. She has long brown hair, usually kept up in a braid over her shoulder. She has delicate features, almost like a doll, and high cheekbones. She has large brown eyes with flecks of gold and green in them, and are constantly sparkling with mischief. She has olive skin, a warm caramel-y color. She has a few freckles on her nose and cheeks, but they aren't very noticable. Her eyebrows are arched, it seems, in a permanently playful expression. She has plump lips, and a small nose. She has a tattoo of a rose on her elbow, which she usually keeps hidden with long sleeves. She is about 5'5'', and when she lacks for in height, makes up for in dignity, standing tall and straight and unafraid. She usually wears a uniform, or if not in uniform, a long sleeve green shirt, a brown hoodless jacket and leggings, and converse shoes.
Personality: Ana is good at putting on a mask. She can act calm and cool and in control one moment, and like a two year old the next. She usually is playful and funny and mischievous, all the while keeping a serious part of her open. She hates to not be in control, because it makes her feel safe, and if she doesn't feel in charge, she will get extremely agitated. She likes to be organized, as well, and everything to be clean. She is good at having a cool head in the midst of an emergency, and has saved several people's lives before with it, and caught many criminals. She doesn't like new people at first, and will act like they are trash until she warms up to them. She is very loyal, and rarely made angry, but when she is, she is terrifying in her silence. She is sarcastic, too, and knows when to say things, but she is also impatient, and very direct, and not afraid to call people idiots to their faces.
Background: Ana grew up in the foster care system. She never knew a real home, until she was adopted by a kind couple when she was 14. When she was 18, and had moved out of the house, she was alone in her apartment one day, studying for a college exam, when she got a call from her adopted parents. It didn't say anything, just hung up, and when she tried to call back, there was no answer. Worried, she went to go see what was up, and when she got to their house, it was completely dark. She went in, found nothing, and then went into their bedroom, and her parents were there, dead on the bed, with their throats slit. The killer was still there, but when he tried to kill her, she hit him with a lamp until he passed out, then called the police. It turned out that her parents had been government agents, and the killer wanted revenge. She followed in their footsteps, and became an agent herself, a very trusted one, and rapidly grew in the ranks.
Writing Sample:
With a shake of his head, Galen sighed. "It's a lost cause," he said sadly, looking down at the aged, wounded soldier.
The injury was very gruesome, and lesser men would have thrown up, or left. But he was made of stronger stuff, or at least, he'd like to think so. The soldier was bleeding from a deep stab in the stomach. It hadn't been treated in time, and had gotten infected. The skin around it had rotted, and it smelled terrible. The stitches had just been taken out, and the gut could be seen through the thin layer of skin that Galen had crafted, in an attempt to keep the man alive.
Already, the infection had reached the blood, and it was only a matter of time.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, to the woman who held the soldier's hand. "I really am. The most I can do is make him comfortable as he goes."
Other: She loves coffee so much, it's like an obsession for her.