Annabelle Marie Lacey

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ANNABELLE MARIE L A C E Y


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- - Full name: Annabelle Marie Lacey
- - Nick names: Anna
- - Age: 19
- - Birthday: September 13, 1993
- - Hometown: Starr, Mississippi
- - Current Location: NY
- - Member Group: CIA, Spy
- - Sexuality: Heterosexual
- - Face Claim: Emma Watson
- - Canon Or Original: Canon

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- - Likes:
+Reading
+Smoking: It helps with her nerves.
+Drawing
+Lying: She's scary good at it and often makes things up just to see who will believe her.
+Computers: There isn't much she can't do or won't try.
+Missions: She always seems to have something to prove.
+Classic Rock
- - Dislikes:
+Arguing
+Being told what to do
+Silence
+Guns: Her preference is for knives or a bow.
+Failure
+Television
- - Goals:
+To become an artist
+Finish high school
+Find her brother
- - Fears:
+Coulrophobia: Anna has a serious fear of clowns. Her usual reaction to them is to back away slowly then disappear, if possible. If she'd forced into contact with them, she actually starts to shake and has been known to cry. There's no rational reason for her fear so she tries to avoid them, not wanting to show weakness.
+Loss: Anna worries a lot about losing those close to her. Her worry is often hidden, though it's safe to say she has a bit of a mother-hen complex when it comes to the CIA teens.
- - Habits:
+Anna tends to bite her nails without thinking about. Even though her nails often start out painted, she chews the polish off while biting them. She particularly bites her nails when hearing bad news or nervous.
+When bored, she taps her fingers on any nearby surface. Her fingers are almost always in motion, from tapping on her leg to drumming on tables. The tapping gets worse when she's focused on something and not paying attention, though she's seldom aware of her tapping unless someone else points it out.
- - Personality:

Anna's primary method for dealing with others is tough love. She tends to push people yet genuinely cares about them and wouldn't hesitate to protect one of them. If she thinks there's something wrong, she'd immediately approach and ask about it with genuine concern. She's fiercely loyal to those she cares about which includes the majority of the CIA teens and sees no problem with lying to protect someone. However, she doesn't like including others in her lie sinces it's easier to get caught when more people are involved.

She oftens speaks without thinking and uses a good deal of sarcsam. Her preference is to be called blunt. When talking to one of the higher ups or someone with seniority, she attempts to reign in the sarcasm yet isn't always successful. Despite the sarcasm, she's never intentionally cruel or seeks to hurt someone's feelings on purpose. It does happen, though, especially with new people who aren't used to her lack of a filter. While she tends to be calm, she goes on the offense and has a temper when it comes to someone threatening those she cares about. If she feels someone's a threat, she will take on a personal mission to make them miserable.

Anna suffers from insomnia and seldom sleeps for longer than a few hours. If she does sleep, it's usually on a couch or the floor where she accidently fell asleep while reading or working. Part of her insomnia stems from the things she's seen and done for the CIA yet another part is due to excessive worry. Often, she'll stay up late with either a book, drawing, or working on something with a computer.

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- - Father: Anastacia Lacey, 40, teacher, deceased
- - Mother: Jonathan Lacey, 43, Soldier (National Guard)
- - Siblings: Reid Lacey, 25, unknown
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- - History:

Annabelle was born at Mercer Hospital in Starr, Missisippi to Jonathan and Anastacia Lacey. Her father missed her birth due to being overseas yet she was welcomed by a doting older brother. From a young age, she showed a fascination with technology and was quick to learn to read, reading well above her classmates by elementary school. With her father stationed on a base in Mississippi, she experienced a relatively normal upbringing for the first seven years of her life as a straight A student.

A few months after her seventh birthday, she and her mother were in a car accident going to a school activity that killed Anastacia on impact. Anna got off with minor facial scarring and a broken leg, though her father, never particularly loving, pulled away following the death of his beloved wife. He held little affection for the daughter he blamed yet Anna barely noticed, looking to Reid for all things parental. Unknown to them, their father had been contacted by a friend who offered him an escape from fatherhood. It was close to two years after the accident when he consented, having to do a bit of extra work to have Anna accepted as well despite being only nine.

The news of being sent away didn't sit well with Reid who took off, swearing never to speak to their father again. In his anger, he forgot his promise to always take care of Anna. His hasty exit left the girl confused yet she was still sent away to become part of a special CIA program. Her advanced knowledge of technology and quick aptitude, along with her willingness, quickly worked in her favor.

Her grades suffered some with the amount of time dedicated to missions yet she still maintained good grades for advanced classes. Just before senior year, Anna dropped out of high school, deciding she was smarter than her fellow classmates and most of the teachers. Her work with the CIA only encouraged her to believe in her higher capabilities. Following dropping out, she devoted herself full-time to the CIA, though part of her has always regretted it. The botched missions have her working overtime to resolve the problems and get things back on track since she views the failures as personal.

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- - Your name: Molly
- - Your age: 24
- - Best way to contact you: PMs
- - Password: turtles shells
- - Roleplay Sample:

"You have seven minutes."

Anna Lacey strolled through the room, gaze straight ahead until she reached a small computer set up at the back of the small room. It was one of seven yet the others weren't occupied. Pulling out the chair, she sat down and replied, "I got one better. I'll do it before Pat Bentar finishes singing."

No one even glanced at her. What could one teenager be doing except waiting for a parent to finish work? It wasn't unusual nor was she up to anything, just checking an e-mail or facebook. Dark hair in a ponytail, attire just nice enough for an award ceremony at school, sullen expression and earphones permanently attached. A bored sigh here.

She did a quick click to switch the bluetooth off and into headphone mode, another click loading the phone's music player without taking her eyes off the screen. Her hands flew across the keyboard as the song began, a small smile curving her lips while she continued to type.

Her speed of typing was deliberately slowed to avoid attracting attention, though it was mosly shorthand. It wasn't full sentences since accuracy was more important than speed in this case. She clicked a few more keys then slid the jumpdrive in, fingers of her left hand still tapping away.

You know that sometimes, it feels like it's all moving way too fast

The music swept toward its chorus for the second time as she continued her work. A few clicks later, the screen went completely black. Leaning her head back on the seat, she did a small spin in the chair, the same sullen pout on her lips. The computer came back to life with a quiet hum, its history and contents copied onto the small disc.

We're running with the shadows of the night So baby take my hand, you'll be all right

Anna pressed one final key to eject the disc and two more to erase her presence on the computer. A wipe of the keys followed. Sliding the jump drive into a case then her bag, she stood and slung it over her shoulder. One hand smoothed an invisible wrinkle on the sleeve of her shirt, another minute wasted.

Surrender all your dreams to me tonight they'll come true in the end

She did a small tap to change the phone back over as she hit the one on her phone. There exactly three rings before it was answered. An impersonal voice greeted her.

"It's done. I'm headed back to you now," she said, clicking back over to the song. As the final strains ended, another came on, keeping her company as she strolled out of the room without anyone even glancing at her. Only the security guard bothered to speak to her yet she ignored him with typical, sullen teenager angst.

In thirty minutes, he wouldn't even remember she'd crossed the lobby. Her presence meant next to nothing.

At fifteen, she fit the teenage profile so perfectly no one even had a clue their every secret rested in her pocket. Or that those secrets were about to go into the hands of the CIA.

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