Cousin or something?
I don't wanna be part of a main family, really... I can change that, though.

Light brown hair that comes to about the middle of her neck and flips out.

Dark brown with specks of green.

White turtleneck sweater that covers the bottom half of her face and is too long, black jeans that are almost blue, black trench coat, and black knee length boots with straps and silver buckles, but those are generally covered by her jeans.

Internet, books, cats, night, dark stuff, Jhonen Vasquez, Germany, WW2 (it's a creepy obbsession of hers), chocolate, steak, sleeping until 4 PM, staying up til 4 AM.

People, idiocy, people not loving her.

Pyromaniac, slightly homicidal, genocidal, and suicidal, can be somewhat loving, smart-ish, will obsess over things.

Got amnesia, doesn't remember much.
It was all happy and stuff, she's just screwed up.

None. Wants a cat really bad.

Changed her last name.

((If you want to see her in actual videos, look up AnnaMaeBlythe on youtube XD))

Ya know what? FANFIC TIME
((Seriously... XD This is an AnnaxAdolf thing I was working on... XD)) She's 17 at the time.

She stood tall in front of the canvas, her paint splattered white over shirt reaching the knees of her stained light blue jeans.
Her short light brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, her bangs still falling into her face.
Her skin was a tan color, but looked pale, especially under the awkward lighting of the studio she was in.
She violently stroked paint onto the canvas, trying to get it done as soon as possible, seeing as she would get bored if she took her time and actually tried to do a good job.
Besides, her art was ‘expressive.’ Taking time would just cut down on how ‘expressive’ it was. Or, at least that was what she told herself to not feel bad about spending almost no time on each piece.

After a few hours, she took a few steps back from the easel and smiled.
Staring back at her were two eyes, one acidic green, the other a pale shade of blue.
Behind the green eye, there was a red background with symbols and words relating to the Nazi Party, while behind the blue eye, there was a field where the ground was blue and the sky was green.
To most, this would seem like total nonsense, to the painter, it was simply taking one of her idol’s quotes and adding whatever she could think of.
She smiled before signing in the corner, “Anna Mae Blythe.”

The next day, the same artist was standing in front of the locker that was assigned to her by the high school she was forced to attend.
Her brown eyes were pointlessly staring at the wall in front of her, and by wearing a brown skirt, a brown jacket, and a pair of knee length strapped boots, she was trying to look like the female division of the Hitler Youth.
Her hair was mostly down, except for a brown head band that actually didn’t hold back much hair.
She hadn’t made any friends since she had ‘ran away from home.’
Seeing as it was legal for seventeen year olds to get their own houses and such where she was, it wasn’t ‘running away,’ it was ‘finding her own place in the world a bit earlier than recommended.’
Either way, she had no friends other than a few ‘online friends,’ and they weren’t much help when no one sits next to you in the cafeteria.
Of course, it was rare for the artist to get ‘bullied.’
She struck fear into the hearts of her peers on a daily basis, all by being herself.
She lazily turned around before opening her locker door and pulling out her books.
She marched (doing the Goose Step) to her first class, which was English.
A lot of people whispered about why they thought she was crazy and going to class earlier than they were.
Her mental reply was simply, it takes a while to get to where you are going if you only use the Goose Step.
She walked into the classroom, where there were already two other teenagers: a short but overweight girl who would have a heart attack if she was late, and a new boy who was wearing a dark blue shirt with black designs on it, and black jeans.
The artist sat down her things at her assigned seat before sitting down.
She started to play with her brown leather choker with a silver swastika charm on it.
The new boy looked over at her, his eyes wide, “Are… Are you SERIOUSLY wearing a SWASTIKA?!”
She shrugged, “I’m obsessed with Hitler. So, it’s only normal to be obsessed with Germany and Nazis and such.”
“Hitler is scum…” The boy shook his head, “He should have never lived…”
She looked over at the boy who was sitting next to her.
His eyes were a hypnotizing clear blue, and his features, in her opinion, reminded her a lot of Hitler, only younger and more attractive.
She tilted her head a bit to the side, “Are you Austrian?”
“Um… Yeah… But… What does that have to do with Hitler being filth…?”
“You’re…” She shook her head, “Grow a Hitler mustache, age a couple decades, and cut off the emo fringe bangs… And you would be Hitler-rific.”
“Hit…ler…Rific…?” He sounded it out, rather confused, “You’re mad… MAD. I would NEVER in a MILLION years look to that… that… MONSTER for inspiration!”
“Whatever…” She shrugged, “You’re probably the cutest guy here, but… then again… I think that ‘cause you look like my idol…”
“You…” The boy stared at her like she was crazy.
“Anna Mae Blythe.” She introduced herself, smiling a bit.
The boy sighed, “My name is Wolf Hiedler…”
Anna’s eyes grew wide, “Wolf… Adolf means Nobel Wolf, and… Hiedler was… Hitler’s… Grand…” She looked over at Wolf, “How can you NOT LOVE Adolf?!”
“He’s one of the most hated men of all time!” He frowned.
“Well, I’ll steal that title from him! Just you watch!” She looked away from Wolf, and his eyes got wide.
“You… Mean…?” His eye twitched a bit.
She nodded, “Anna-san will kill everyone.”
Wolf shook his head and muttered softly, “Oh… Dearest Lord, why did you send me here?”

“Anna…” Wolf rubbed Anna’s cheek a bit, “You… have green on your face…”
Anna yawned, not noticing Wolf.
“Anna?” He asked as he pulled his hand away, satisfied that there was no longer any green on Anna’s face.
“Adolf!” Anna’s eyes grew wide, “Oh… I stayed up until… Late… Drawing those eyes… of that person who haunts me…”
Wolf sighed, deciding to ignore her calling him Adolf, “Anna… Are you sure you are alright?”
“Fit as a fiddle…” Anna yawned, “As awake as a… muffin…”
“Anna… I think your obsession is unhealthy…” Wolf gently put his hands on her arms, mostly to keep her from falling over if she passed out.
“What obsession?” Anna tilted her head to the side a bit, “I just had to do that drawing… While…” She interrupted herself to yawn before continuing, “I had the vision…”
“Anna…” Wolf sighed, “This is the fourth time this week… It’s not healthy.”
Anna blinked, “What are you suggesting? A sleep over?”
“What?!” Wolf’s eyes grew wide, “Are you implying…?!”
“Anna-san is suggesting that you let Anna-san stay with you so you make sure Anna-san goes to bed…” Anna shrugged, “And you sleep on the couch.”
“Anna… That’s brilliant!” Wolf smiled, “I’ll stay with you tonight to make sure you sleep!”
Anna shrugged, “Try anything and I’ll personally cut you open, stuff your organs with explosives, and set you on fire.”
Wolf stared at Anna, “Anna…?”
“What?” Anna looked at Wolf, a bit confused, “I zoned out…”
Wolf shook his head, deciding to forget Anna’s violent remark, “I’ll see you after school.”
“See you then…” Anna waved as Wolf walked away.

None. She mooches off relatives as far as I know.