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F / 24 / Bisexual / Single
New York, NY .
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Full name: --. Annabelle Brooks
Seeking:/ / / /. Capable Male or Female
Birthday: - - -. December 5, 1993
Occupation:... Literary Critic
Quote: - - - - -. "and to tell the truth i don't want to let
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxgo of the wrists of idleness, i don't want
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto sell my life for money,"
Ethnicity: - - -. Bulgarian
Height: - - - -... 5'8" (171cm)
Weight: .......... 131lbs (59.5kg)
Hair / Eyes:-... Chestnut & Light Green
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An heiress with a a silver spoon, Annabelle seems to be a textbook TV trope, a character concocted by a fairytale author to provide a cold, unfeeling opposition to the endearing and lovable protagonist. Whether it was money or the circumstances that come with money—weekend parents, vaulting expectations, a house too large for her body, too frigid for her health— that has made her this is anyone's guess since she's not likely to talk. She'd only bother with that with people she thinks merit her attention, though there are two subsets of that. One: those she must impress (keep your friends far, but your enemies close); or two: those she doesn't need to impress at all.
Past the solid layer of ice that encases her—a blend of delicate pleasantries and tightlipped smiles— she is very frequently terribly harsh and critical. In a strange, privileged sort of way, this speaks of closeness, a lowering of her guard. She can only afford to be that open with friends, blunt with the people she does not fear will turn and bite her ankles when she expects it least. But she doesn't know when enough is enough. She grew up hearing constructive criticism with little positive reinforcement, and she goes about her commentary in the same way.
Enclosed in her glass castle, Annabelle knows little of how the lives of others not entirely like her function, and she rarely expresses interest in finding out. She has very few qualms about using her parents' influence to get the things she needs, does not seem insecure at the knowledge that much of what she has hasn't been wrought by her own hands. She's aware of her own competence and has little need for the validation of an outsider who knows nothing of her family's dynamics. She uses money and influence to get to the starting line, but never to run the race.
Despite the overbearing haughtiness of her appearance, she is generous and considerate. She cannot muster warmth, but she can muster kindness. She may not understand the difficulties that are not hers, but at least she doesn't pretend they don't exist or hers are worse. She is as sensible as she can be, she thinks, given her upbringing in the lap of luxury.
Past the solid layer of ice that encases her—a blend of delicate pleasantries and tightlipped smiles— she is very frequently terribly harsh and critical. In a strange, privileged sort of way, this speaks of closeness, a lowering of her guard. She can only afford to be that open with friends, blunt with the people she does not fear will turn and bite her ankles when she expects it least. But she doesn't know when enough is enough. She grew up hearing constructive criticism with little positive reinforcement, and she goes about her commentary in the same way.
Enclosed in her glass castle, Annabelle knows little of how the lives of others not entirely like her function, and she rarely expresses interest in finding out. She has very few qualms about using her parents' influence to get the things she needs, does not seem insecure at the knowledge that much of what she has hasn't been wrought by her own hands. She's aware of her own competence and has little need for the validation of an outsider who knows nothing of her family's dynamics. She uses money and influence to get to the starting line, but never to run the race.
Despite the overbearing haughtiness of her appearance, she is generous and considerate. She cannot muster warmth, but she can muster kindness. She may not understand the difficulties that are not hers, but at least she doesn't pretend they don't exist or hers are worse. She is as sensible as she can be, she thinks, given her upbringing in the lap of luxury.
The first memory Annabelle can recall vividly is the sensation of cold marble against the sensitive skin of her bare feet. It felt unbearingly lonely, and she did not lose that feeling for most of her childhood. It feels wrong to complain. Her parents were not unkind or unfeeling, neither were they absent all the time. They were not particularly attentive, but they had nannies to care for her every whim and desire, so who was she to whine?
She lived a rather charmed life in school too. Having attended a private school with extensive funding, she was never at a loss for things to do or people to see. She had a wide circle of friends, whom she loved dearly. They were inseparable. Or, she thought they were. It was a cruel awakening when she realized friendships in the world she lived in were only skin deep, material deep. To her credit, she fought against it for a little bit. Stood up for the friends who were not present to defend themselves from the cruel whisperings of the other girls and boys in their group, pushed back against the criticism, but it was incessant. The people she stood by one week were insulting others the next, and it was just too exhausting. From then on, she was sure to consider her every move, knew people were always waiting, watching, maybe even planning to shoot her down and say they'd always known she'd fall. She grew used to looking over her shoulder.
As she grew older, things did not become better. She went through a long string of relationships with people who were more interested in working their way into her father's bank account than her heart. She was never surprised. It came as a given that people would always want her more for her possessions than herself. Resigned at that point, she would do little more than sigh and delete their number from her phone without ever glancing twice. She certainly never expected to fall in love.
And yet fall in love she did. A coworker of all things (she should have listened when they told her to never partake in office romance), a woman who she worked side by side with for over a month before they ever even went on a date. Their life was blissful, happy, and for the first time in a long time, Annabelle felt like she could let down her defenses around a person without expecting to be cut down. That all came crashing down when she broke up with Annabelle, citing reasons such as "it's just not the same anymore" and "we've lost the spark." She signed up for Are You the One out of spite. She agreed to film out of spite. By the time filming actually rolled around and it was time to leave, she was just about over her and regretting the decision she'd made. But she can't say she's not looking forward to the long vacation away from work and her ex's face.
She lived a rather charmed life in school too. Having attended a private school with extensive funding, she was never at a loss for things to do or people to see. She had a wide circle of friends, whom she loved dearly. They were inseparable. Or, she thought they were. It was a cruel awakening when she realized friendships in the world she lived in were only skin deep, material deep. To her credit, she fought against it for a little bit. Stood up for the friends who were not present to defend themselves from the cruel whisperings of the other girls and boys in their group, pushed back against the criticism, but it was incessant. The people she stood by one week were insulting others the next, and it was just too exhausting. From then on, she was sure to consider her every move, knew people were always waiting, watching, maybe even planning to shoot her down and say they'd always known she'd fall. She grew used to looking over her shoulder.
As she grew older, things did not become better. She went through a long string of relationships with people who were more interested in working their way into her father's bank account than her heart. She was never surprised. It came as a given that people would always want her more for her possessions than herself. Resigned at that point, she would do little more than sigh and delete their number from her phone without ever glancing twice. She certainly never expected to fall in love.
And yet fall in love she did. A coworker of all things (she should have listened when they told her to never partake in office romance), a woman who she worked side by side with for over a month before they ever even went on a date. Their life was blissful, happy, and for the first time in a long time, Annabelle felt like she could let down her defenses around a person without expecting to be cut down. That all came crashing down when she broke up with Annabelle, citing reasons such as "it's just not the same anymore" and "we've lost the spark." She signed up for Are You the One out of spite. She agreed to film out of spite. By the time filming actually rolled around and it was time to leave, she was just about over her and regretting the decision she'd made. But she can't say she's not looking forward to the long vacation away from work and her ex's face.
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- 1. eats only imported swiss chocolate
2. has a white persian cat because #stereotypes.
3. goes shopping to fill the void in her soul.
1. "if i may state my personal opinion," "No. Don't."
2. "when once i loved only my happiness and you."
3. sticks and stones may break my bones but
DISLIKES . . . . . . . . . . . pompousness, horror movies, messiness, attention grabbing colors or patterns
STRENGTHS . . . . . . . . . . . generous, honest, thick skinned
WEAKNESSES . . . . . . . . haughty, sheltered, insensitive
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Thanatos
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cs created by . . . . . . . . . . . . . achelois
time zone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . est
face claim . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . anya podolko
hex codes . . . . . . . . . #794044