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A little about Ms. Cynohost:
Ananda Marie Cynohost-
Born: January 5, 1989
Hometown: Battlefield, MO
Current Age: 21
Occupation: Videogame retail sales
Hobbies: Playing video games on ANY platform, drawing, dancing when no one is looking, hanging out with her close friends Alex and Kane.
Favorite color: Orange
Favorite food: Sweet and sour chicken with fried rice
Siblings: None
History (brief):
Ananda Cynohost was born in January of 1989 to parents Janet and Todd Cynohost in Springfield, Missouri. Her father was a successful small business owner (owned Corner Hardware) and her mother was a school teacher (second grade, mostly). Her childhood was just what one would expect. She lived in a small town, had friends and a happy home life, and was expected to go far in general. In May of 1995, Ananda’s home was broken into one night. The thieves were after whatever money they could get their hands on to fund their trip to Canada in attempt to escape the law for their previous crimes. Ananda had been in her room listening to her mother tell her a bedtime story when the men entered the house. He father met the men in the living room and asked them what they were doing his house. When Ananda’s mother heard her husband speaking, she went to the living room to see who had stopped by, telling Ananda to sleep tight as she left the room in the pale shine of Ananda’s nightlight.
Ananda shut her eyes and attempted to sleep but then she heard shouting from the living room. Quietly, the small child snuck out of her room and peered through the slats in the banister of the stairs leading down to the lower floor where her parents were. She saw two men dressed in black, one had a gun pointed at her father, the other had a knife to her mother’s throat.
“Cash, man, we need cash!” she remembered hearing the one with the gun tell her father. Her father told them he had already given his wallet as they had asked. That was all he had.
“That’s ok,” said the one holding her mother. “I’ll take this pretty little bitch since you don’t have any more.” Her mother cried as her father pleaded for the woman’s life. He gave the men the keys to his truck and his business, telling them that there was $500 in cash in the two registers. He begged them not to hurt his wife. After giving them the keys and pleading, the man with the gun said it wasn’t enough and shot her father in the forehead. Ananda jumped as the bang from the gun echoed off the high ceiling. Her mother screamed for her husband as he fell to the floor. Without a second thought almost, the other man slit her mother’s neck and then kicked her to the ground as she gasped for breath.
The two men grabbed whatever valuables were handy and left quickly. Ananda hadn’t moved from the banister the whole time. She didn’t move until the phone started ringing. A neighbor had heard the shot and shouting before seeing her father’s truck drive away and had called to check on the family. Ananda told the neighbor that some “mean people” had come to the house and had hurt her mommy and daddy.
Because Ananda’s grandparents on her father’s side were deceased and the ones on her mother’s side were in a nursing home, Ananda was given to her mother’s sister, Linda. Linda and her husband Don lived in Strafford which wasn’t far from her home. Linda and Don meant well but used most of Ananda’s inheritance on trips, toys, and therapy while she was still young. They sold the hardware store and the money from that was the only hope of college Ananda had. By the time Ananda was 15 her money was gone save for her college fund. Even that wouldn’t be enough to completely pay for all of her schooling needs. Also lost along the way were the memories of that horrific night when she lost her parents. She had almost completely blocked it out by the time she started high school. Her friends knew Linda and Don as her parents and she never told them otherwise. What she did remember of the night (which was nothing more than the fact that her parents had been killed by intrudes, but not how nor that she watched the whole ordeal) was minor, she lost her parents, the end. She had decided forgetting was the easiest way to move on.
Just before graduating high school, Ananda applied and was accepted to the Art Institute of Michigan. She had decided she wanted to be a video game designer. Once in Michigan she had to get a job in order to afford her apartment and then she picked up a second job to pay for her books. Two jobs and a full time course load became hectic, but she decided she wanted to finish school and the jobs were necessary to accomplish that. Ananda always came to work cheerful and upbeat no matter how little sleep she had or what her school work load was like. She always found time to not only finish her homework but also spend at least an hour a night playing video games, which had become her sanctuary after moving to her aunt and uncle’s care.
She is taken from 2010 which means she’s in college, playing video games, and completely capable of handling a lot of work.
Ananda Marie Cynohost-
Born: January 5, 1989
Hometown: Battlefield, MO
Current Age: 21
Occupation: Videogame retail sales
Hobbies: Playing video games on ANY platform, drawing, dancing when no one is looking, hanging out with her close friends Alex and Kane.
Favorite color: Orange
Favorite food: Sweet and sour chicken with fried rice
Siblings: None
History (brief):
Ananda Cynohost was born in January of 1989 to parents Janet and Todd Cynohost in Springfield, Missouri. Her father was a successful small business owner (owned Corner Hardware) and her mother was a school teacher (second grade, mostly). Her childhood was just what one would expect. She lived in a small town, had friends and a happy home life, and was expected to go far in general. In May of 1995, Ananda’s home was broken into one night. The thieves were after whatever money they could get their hands on to fund their trip to Canada in attempt to escape the law for their previous crimes. Ananda had been in her room listening to her mother tell her a bedtime story when the men entered the house. He father met the men in the living room and asked them what they were doing his house. When Ananda’s mother heard her husband speaking, she went to the living room to see who had stopped by, telling Ananda to sleep tight as she left the room in the pale shine of Ananda’s nightlight.
Ananda shut her eyes and attempted to sleep but then she heard shouting from the living room. Quietly, the small child snuck out of her room and peered through the slats in the banister of the stairs leading down to the lower floor where her parents were. She saw two men dressed in black, one had a gun pointed at her father, the other had a knife to her mother’s throat.
“Cash, man, we need cash!” she remembered hearing the one with the gun tell her father. Her father told them he had already given his wallet as they had asked. That was all he had.
“That’s ok,” said the one holding her mother. “I’ll take this pretty little bitch since you don’t have any more.” Her mother cried as her father pleaded for the woman’s life. He gave the men the keys to his truck and his business, telling them that there was $500 in cash in the two registers. He begged them not to hurt his wife. After giving them the keys and pleading, the man with the gun said it wasn’t enough and shot her father in the forehead. Ananda jumped as the bang from the gun echoed off the high ceiling. Her mother screamed for her husband as he fell to the floor. Without a second thought almost, the other man slit her mother’s neck and then kicked her to the ground as she gasped for breath.
The two men grabbed whatever valuables were handy and left quickly. Ananda hadn’t moved from the banister the whole time. She didn’t move until the phone started ringing. A neighbor had heard the shot and shouting before seeing her father’s truck drive away and had called to check on the family. Ananda told the neighbor that some “mean people” had come to the house and had hurt her mommy and daddy.
Because Ananda’s grandparents on her father’s side were deceased and the ones on her mother’s side were in a nursing home, Ananda was given to her mother’s sister, Linda. Linda and her husband Don lived in Strafford which wasn’t far from her home. Linda and Don meant well but used most of Ananda’s inheritance on trips, toys, and therapy while she was still young. They sold the hardware store and the money from that was the only hope of college Ananda had. By the time Ananda was 15 her money was gone save for her college fund. Even that wouldn’t be enough to completely pay for all of her schooling needs. Also lost along the way were the memories of that horrific night when she lost her parents. She had almost completely blocked it out by the time she started high school. Her friends knew Linda and Don as her parents and she never told them otherwise. What she did remember of the night (which was nothing more than the fact that her parents had been killed by intrudes, but not how nor that she watched the whole ordeal) was minor, she lost her parents, the end. She had decided forgetting was the easiest way to move on.
Just before graduating high school, Ananda applied and was accepted to the Art Institute of Michigan. She had decided she wanted to be a video game designer. Once in Michigan she had to get a job in order to afford her apartment and then she picked up a second job to pay for her books. Two jobs and a full time course load became hectic, but she decided she wanted to finish school and the jobs were necessary to accomplish that. Ananda always came to work cheerful and upbeat no matter how little sleep she had or what her school work load was like. She always found time to not only finish her homework but also spend at least an hour a night playing video games, which had become her sanctuary after moving to her aunt and uncle’s care.
She is taken from 2010 which means she’s in college, playing video games, and completely capable of handling a lot of work.