Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 23, 2006 16:56:52 GMT
Name: Ana Lucia Cortez
Personality: Ana is to the point. No one gets in her face, she gets in yours. She will stop at nothing to make sure that everyone is okay and safe, and no one will slow her down, though a softer side as a weakness to children, she had a baby of her own...until she lost it.
Sample Post:
There had been a list. Like so many other cases she had gone through. Ana-lucia Cortez snidely raised her upper lip in a smirk, as the young Latina looked around a moment. Footsteps could be heard... she had no weapon other than that army knife. And how she knew it was an old army knife were from the markings on the bottom of it. Typical. They'd give her a knife to survive with. Her senses heightened a moment as the slender woman began forward, reeling a tanned arm back and immediately punched whoever it was in the lower jaw. When he was down, she used all her strength to bring one leg over his body, now him directly under Miss. Cortez, as she gripped onto his collar with her hands, immediately glaring him down with that fierce glare of hers that could turn even a soldier into an intimidated coward.
"Who the hell are you?" that husky tomboyish voice spat, with such acid and venom.
Personality: Ana is to the point. No one gets in her face, she gets in yours. She will stop at nothing to make sure that everyone is okay and safe, and no one will slow her down, though a softer side as a weakness to children, she had a baby of her own...until she lost it.
Sample Post:
There had been a list. Like so many other cases she had gone through. Ana-lucia Cortez snidely raised her upper lip in a smirk, as the young Latina looked around a moment. Footsteps could be heard... she had no weapon other than that army knife. And how she knew it was an old army knife were from the markings on the bottom of it. Typical. They'd give her a knife to survive with. Her senses heightened a moment as the slender woman began forward, reeling a tanned arm back and immediately punched whoever it was in the lower jaw. When he was down, she used all her strength to bring one leg over his body, now him directly under Miss. Cortez, as she gripped onto his collar with her hands, immediately glaring him down with that fierce glare of hers that could turn even a soldier into an intimidated coward.
"Who the hell are you?" that husky tomboyish voice spat, with such acid and venom.
