MARCELINO, ANA SAMANTHA

[ANA SAMANTHA MARCELINO]

Ana Samantha Marcelino. Hold the Annie, keep the Ana and Ana Samantha. 24 years old. Born a Taurus and in the lovely north side of Chicago. Peace Corps veteran. Graduate student, teacher assistant at an elementary school. Aspires to be a children's book author. Gets her inspiration from nights on the town. Belongs to the Marcelino gang.

Ana Samantha's a petite young woman; a dainty thing at 5'2", she tries to boost some height with heels and slightly elevated sandals because height means authority at the elementary school -- and it's already hard trying to be taken seriously by both the children and the faculty when she looks like she's still in school and she actually is. She has a soft countenance of consisting dark, long brows over warm brown eyes, a narrow nose, a signature beauty mark on the right cheek, and full pale pink lips. A common compliment is that she holds a striking resemblance to her mother -- but don't tell her that, it only reiterates Ana's sorrow that her mother and she only relate in looks.

She likes to hide what curves she has behind loose, airy, flowing clothes that radiate an ethereal appeal, the kind her princesses in her stories have. She doesn't like to wear shirts and pants that attract attention to her small breasts and slim hips because attention is not something Ana enjoys very well.

Despite being constantly out in the sun, her skin is pale, a complexion she tends to with SPF 80 daily in order to hide the light scars on her arm and back from a car accident a year ago. She usually lets her light brown hair cascade down her back as additional protection but Ana's a big fan of braids and ponytails and it is just as usual to catch her in her environment wearing her long hair in the aforementioned styles.

FACE CLAIM: Natalie Portman

Ana has a passion for books and writing that's become part of her who she is. She walks with an open book covering her face, orders food she barely touches because her fingers are occupied with pen and paper rather than fork and plate. She falls asleep with books in her hands and under her pillows. Her favorite reads are Cixous and Derrida. Ana's an idealist at best. She believes there is good in everyone, even in the worst, and holds dear the idea that whatever you do and work at, you're trained to make a difference.

And don't be fooled by the obvious qualities of a quiet girl, bookworm character. Ana Samantha is not naive or blind about the real world. She knows there are more than just the good guys and bad guys and peace isn't created through holding hands and the absence of evil -- but violence isn't the mother of peace and tranquility and it's about damn time people elevate from that narrow minded logic. Her beliefs are the basis for Ana's distance from her mother. They see from different perspectives that clash and hurt their very shaky relationship.

She may be an idealist but she will not push her ideals onto anyone nor does she judge, which comes in handy when her friends decide to get high at a party or disappear into the upstairs bedroom with two or three boys. She can choose her friends, sure. But she can't choose whom she loves and considers dear.

Ana Samantha is extremely hard-headed and persistent in almost every situation. These qualities make her inquisitive and sometimes, an instigator. She isn't quiet about her opinions and refuses to back down from any challenge. But of course, she doesn't charge in head first into anything. She'll poke and probe and learn and then attack. Short tempered and witty, Ana Samantha unfortunately has a knack for wounding others verbally. She secretly enjoys pushing others' buttons but she'll apologize if she truly hurt someone. She isn't revengeful or spiteful but will prove herself a formidable adversary if you piss her off.

The young woman has her flaws, of course. She is the living image of "bark worse than the bite" as she has absolutely no physical strength or ability to kick someone's ass. Hand her an object and then maybe we'll talk. But she avoids physical confrontation at all costs. Despite her experiences, Ana Samantha fails to stop trusting people so easily. She makes that mistake over countless of times and continues to do so to this very day. It's a lesson she doesn't seem to learn or refuses to learn. Ana fears the dark because her imagination gets the best of her and actually sleeps with the closet light on. She doesn't like complete silence and so, she'll always have something on that makes sound or welcomes in the city life into her house by opening her windows and such. She's a terrible driver. Putting her behind the wheel is asking for death and she knows this -- which is why she walks everywhere or takes the bus.

• Daughter of __________ & ________ Marcelino, born and raised Catholic. Went to private Catholic schools and always clashed with the ideas of religion. Peeped into her priest playing doctor with a little boy.
  
• Loved her parents very much so. Sunk into a depression with her father's death and the learning of the family's business. Went away for college.
  
• Studied English and Early Childhood Education. Spent her four years at Colombia University trying to avoid connections with her family. Graduated and signed up for the Peace Corps.
  
• Taught English in Russia for two years. Narrowly avoided being assaulted by her community leader. Still found the experience overseas to be life changing and great.
  
• Went back home to the States, to her mother after one of her students created her end of year project based on her mother's battle against cancer.
  
• After her experiences in the world, after six years of growing, Ana went back to Chicago and lived with her mom for a while. Wanted to build a better relationship with her mom but living under the same household, with different ideals proved to be disastrous.
  
• Got herself an apartment in River North. Lives with her cat, Nylon.
  
• A year ago, she got into a major car accident. Her fault. Spent a few months in a wheelchair and with her mother. Has metal in her right arm.
  
• Jumped into graduate school, applied for a job at many schools. Landed herself the title of teacher assistant and occasional substitute teacher at an elementary school near the police department. Loves her little fifth graders even if they don't listen to her half of the time.
  
• Writes childrens' stories in her spare time. Wants to publish them soon. Gets her inspiration from her nightly experience with her friends. Dilates their events and turns them into fantasy tales. Wants to make a difference in the world even if it's done so page by page.
  

Name's Amy! Very nice to meet everyone. I'm 20 years old, been roleplaying since I was 16. I've been looking for a crime syndicate rpg for a while now. One that wasn't Japanese/Korean mafia inspired because I've been doing that for the past three years...I saw the ad for Chicago Syndicate on the board, Blackest Years.I clicked on the ad and fell in love with what took over my screen. I'm hooked already just by anticipation.

Roleplay Sample:
Like a swarm, a swarm of flies, they buzzed about him, attracted to the scent of power. And it reeked from the suit and the hair, the smile and the small, laughing eyes behind the glasses.

"Nishihara-san, Nishihara-san," his name encircled him and it was almost inescapable, so he could only stand surrounded by those who wanted to prey off him, like usual but tonight....tonight, he wanted no one around him. Or everyone around him, to disappear or to not be in anyone's sight.

He held his hands behind his back, his posture avoiding all chances and ways to shake his hand, clammy and sweating -- and perhaps that was the scent, the odor, these people caught in their mouths, these flies. The scent of nervousness. Of fear.

Nishihara merely bowed his head to every one, answering with his smile instead of words now. The grin, etched across tan skin and flat cheeks, was a perfect response to all of their declarations and inquisitions.

"Nishihara-san, you look very debonair, sir."

He could not look anything less than that; the man was dressed in a black suit designed for him by a fashionista who did not advertise, his frame sleek in such an attire with a complimenting, ivory, silk tie. Yet above the collar was a face that could no more seduce than a child crawl back into the womb. His short neck seemed stuffed, his chin almost a part of it, thin, crisp lips in a long line that passed for a grin, an aquiline nose that plagued this already distasteful countenance, beady, black eyes behind thick glasses, thick eyebrows of black and grey that made up much of his forehead, and the matted to the scalp hair. A mess that everyone loved and wanted very much to suck off from.

"Nishihara-san, having a city ball was a great idea, sir."

Of course it wasn't. The words had escaped him in urgency when all plans of avoiding being shot to death in the head failed. A city ball, many people, he could hide. Or be stabbed in the gut and bleed away in a waltz across the floor. But he was here now and he prayed to the banks he stole from, the prostitution circles he endorsed, that the gang from Yokohama would keep their word: they would kill him on the first of December. But if he survived the night, he thought, they would not kill him because it would no longer be December 1st.

"Nishihara-san, pay the fucking money."

Coal black eyes shot to the center flock ahead of him and blinked in a quick flash of panic. Who had said that? Had he heard right? His heart pounded over the noise and he looked to his bodyguard, Jonni, who was but a bullet to the arm away. There in the quick eye contact, a plan was made and Jonni waved away the parasites. "Give him room, please. Save your comments for later right now. He just arrived."

In the moment where attention was placed on the mountain of a man, armed to the teeth, Governor Nishihara slipped out of sight and towards the direction of...anywhere. To be invisible in a crowd was futile but a corner right now was sufficient a hideout as can be.

[ROBYN]

Hey Amy! We're really glad to have you and that you're so excited; can't wait to start RPing with you.

I'm not sure what happened to your application--the coding was messed up. I feel like you might have tried to alter it in some fashion that didn't fit with proboards, so I went back and modified it to what it should be. In the future, please just use what we provide you without any alterations whatsoever. It's there to make your job and my job simpler.

Also, your picture is about 50 pixels too high according to the rule. So that will also need some cropping down before it can go through. c:

That's all! Just let me know when to poke this again and thanks for joining!

[ANA SAMANTHA MARCELINO]

:] Hiya, Robyn! So sorry for having to make ya fix the template. I honestly just posted it up and it showed the <div> tags and all. I posted it a few times and saw it in preview and it kept popping up like that. So I went...okay....lol and just posted. Thanks for fixing it though! I thought I had screwed it up somehow or that my version of firefox was being dumb as hell.

I fixed up the pic as well! And I'm done with the application. I hope it's okay and god, I hope I didn't make a Mary-Sue. It's been so long since I've played a girl! @_@ I've just been slashing and slicing for so long lol. She's supposed to be innocent but I didn't wanna her tra la laing down Rainbow Brite street either, so I hope it's okay. *hides*

TTYL!

[ROBYN]

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