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ANNIE WALKER-WINCHESTER
"Only a fool confuses fate with destiny. Fate is what happens to us. Destiny is what we make in spite of our fate."

CIA Agent. World Traveler. Mother. Wife. Girlfriend. Lover.
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BASICS
NAME: Annie Walker-Winchester
CANON: Covert Affairs (by way of Amat)
VISIBLE AGE: 36
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'5"
PHYSIQUE: In good shape, athletic but not overly toned
COMPLEXION: Fair
HYGIENE: Showers daily.
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Brown
DEFINING MARKS: Twin scars between her breasts where she was shot; anti-possession tattoo on her left hip; 'Winchester' with the names John Jai & Robert Maverick written below it on her left hip.
ACCENT/SPEECH: Standard American; speaks 18 languages with varying degrees of fluency.


OOC INFO
NAME: Em
PLURK: thezombiecoma
CONTACT: PM or AIM @thezombiecoma
TIME ZONE: PST
















SKILLS
SKILLS
INVENTORY
INVENTORY
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY
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⇉ A NOTE ON RP ⇇

Annie is canon through the end of Covert Affairs this journal is currently in play at Medietas.

Anyone who wants to play with Annie is more than welcome! :) Drop me a line via Plurk, Private Message, or here.
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It was entirely possible that the whole story would have never been known, except that the two men closest to Annie were not just any two men; Henry Sturges had a direct line to the most important people in Washington, higher than the D/CIA himself, and Ratchet wasn't a man.

They had their answers, even if the rest of the world would never know.

Unlike a lot of fallen operatives, Annie's body came home, in a flag covered casket. She had left very specific instructions - no big funeral, no large wake. Something small, very intimate. Close friends, maybe family. A graveside service, a few simple words.

She didn't want anything extravagant because she wasn't extravagant, despite her love of expensive shoes and men who wore suits that cost more than most DC rent.

Before she'd left on her mission, she'd scrawled a quick note: 'Home soon, dinner's on you guys... dessert's on me.' She'd added a smiley face and an 'A' as her signature before kissing it to leave a lipstick mark. It was the last thing she'd done before she died.

And now she was gone. Forever.
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