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♡ name ♡
anna johnson

♡ code name ♡
kore

♡ age ♡
20

♡ gender ♡
female

♡ sexuality ♡
straight

♡ role ♡
xxiv ; you're just so simple and sweet

♡ type of spy ♡
intelligence officer, field agent, double agent, and spy

♡ face claim ♡
victoria pedretti

♡ personality ♡
anna is everything soft and sweet and pretty. she's a natural day-dreamer, lover, and artist, and she views the world through a set of rose-colored glasses. unfortunately, with rose-colored glasses, red flags just look like... flags. it was very difficult for her to learn that the world was a cold, uncaring place.

anna's protectiveness over her friends dominates in every situation. as a child, she used to save worms on the pavement after a rainstorm and scoop up songbirds with broken wings to nurse back to health. when she loves, she loves deeply. but romantic love? its a rare emotion for her.

she thinks everything is beautiful. the image of flower petals falling from a tree in spring can make her day. it's why she paints—she wants to capture those moments of stunning joy.

anna is like a flower—sweet and pretty and fragile, made to attract all the buzz.
although many people like her and her enigmatic nature, others believe her petals are made to cover up an ugly interior. nobody can be so endlessly good, they figure. she's fake, she has to be. maybe they're right. but anna never lets on.

she had a tendency to get hurt easily because of her capacity to love anyone despite those invisible red flags. people had broken her heart, again and again—it never fully healed, but she kept smiling. she needed to keep smiling. that was her way of dealing with the pain of heartbreak, the pain of every injustice and cruelty she'd ever seen or read, the perpetual disappointment she faced when her endless belief in something better never amounted to anything. never mind that her broken, tired heart might be festering under all the layers of smiles and sweetness. the academy knocked much of her brightness and idealism out of her. now, she's more real with herself.

♡ backstory ♡
when the soldiers came for anna, she didn't want to go. her parents didn't want her to go. and so, at the age of eleven, she watched them die. she never forgot that moment.

and she lived for awhile with hatred for everything the institute was. but it wasn't too long before anna realized she had nothing left. why not embrace the institute and everything it had to offer?

at the institute, she could paint. she'd never been able to do that before, not really. at home she only had a few colors and could never paint on canvas. her parents tried their best, but they could never afford more than that.

and she could get stronger, too. build a family of her own.

so anna did just that. but she saves her anger for the killing she does—lets it lose, imagines that she's avenging her parents with every life she snuffs out.

♡ preferred weapons and fighting style ♡
anna loves hand-to-hand, no weapons at all—she finds it thrilling and invigorating, and enjoys throwing her entire body into a fight. she even enjoys walking away with bruises and breaks, with knuckles the size of strawberries. it makes her feel like she's accomplished something—makes her feel like she's strong.

she also enjoys gunfights. she particularly likes sniping, and as an assassin, she's well-trained in that category.

anna's favorite weapons, besides her fists, are her trusty scoped, extended-magazine sniper rifle and lipstick. the lipstick is applied over a layer of vaseline to protect her lips and used on a target. one kiss? it spells death. she finds it ironic that she uses her painting skills to usher people to hell.

she's cool with an everyday handgun and or a sharp set of small knives too, though.

fireworks
first aid kit

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