Post by Anastasia on Oct 6, 2017 16:34:25 GMT -5
Anastasia
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Name: Anastasia Romanov
Nickname: Anya
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fairytale: Anastasia
Year: Resident
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Personality: Stubborn yet cheerful Anya faces any kind of challenge head on and will most of the time barge in without much thinking beforehand. She isn’t unintelligent but believes strongly in the if you want something done, do it yourself and do it quickly philosophy. Despite her amnesia of the years before she was eight she is very sure of herself, not to the point of cockiness or arrogance, but that she knows what she believes in, what she wants and just how she is going to go about getting it.
She has a fiery temper which she is not afraid to rain down on anyone who falls into her line of wrath. However she also has a cheery and rather playful side to her which appears more often and is not above playing tricks even at her age. She believes that sticking your tongue out ends an argument and that all men are babies summing up how she treats most people.
Appearance: Anya is not very tall and indeed was called the ‘imp’ when she was younger due to her smallish nature in her youth. As she has grown over the years and matured she has developed to an average height but is always wishing for just a couple more inches. Her skin should have been as smooth as most of the girls of that time, but hard living and hard working has made her hands rough. Her hair is thick and long and as much as she tries to sweep it back and up into ponytails it always manages to fall out or swing forward. She is skinny but still has enough strength to hit pretty well, which she demonstrates regularly.
Her clothes aren’t great due to her post revolution orphanage upbringing but through her travels she’s managed to pick up a couple of work and casual clothes. A lot of the dresses, trousers and shirts she wears are covered in stains and holes from the various
History: Anastasia was born in Petergof, Russia, the fourth daughter and Grand Duchess to Tsar Nicholas II and Alexanandria Tsarina of all Russia. She had a very good upbringing in the palace, spoiled just as much as her three older sisters although not to her detriment. When Alexei came along the attention immediately went to the poor little sick boy and Anastasia did not begrudge him it as she too loved him dearly just as the others did. However she still did her best to stand out, pulling tricks on the servants, causing mischief and entertaining anyone she could. Due to her antics and her height she was nicknamed the ’imp’ and revelled in her nickname happy to live up to it. Apart from Alexei and Maria her siblings, she was especially close to the Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna whom she spent a large amount of time with, drawing her pictures and singing songs with her. She missed her when she went away and was comforted by the music box that was given to her which played the lullaby.
The happiness was not forever as the revolution came about and the Romanovs were forced out of power by the red guard who advanced on the Winter Palace. Escaping the oncoming violence Anastasias grandmother was taking her away from the palace when the girl remembered that she had forgotten her music box. Determined to go back for it they ran back to the nursery as the red guard advanced. Thinking they were trapped, it wasn’t until a young kitchen boy opened a secret passageway that they could escape. Running through the back gardens they were attacked by Rasputin once more but Anastasia escaped and made it to the train station with her grandmother only to be unable to jump on the same train as her, falling backwards and hitting her head on the railway tracks.
She spent the next ten years of her life living in an orphanage after being found wandering around the streets with no idea of who she was or where she had come from. It wasn’t easy and she grew tough but was still able to keep her cheerful and playful nature as much as they tried to break her. Not bothering with politics or how Russia was run she grew up fairly oblivious to the goings on around her and the rumours about the missing grand duchess. When she reached the age of 18 she was sent away from the orphanage and told to go to the fish market where there would be a job for her. When she got to the fork in the road though she hesitated between the market and st petersberg and fidgeting with her necklace she made up her mind. She would make her way to Paris, by herself and immediately, and so taking a different path she headed that way, hitchhiking and doing jobs along the way.
Eventually she arrived in Paris and started looking for her family or any kind of indication as to her past. Along the way she managed to get a job witnessing in one of the cafes there and a small apartment as well. She was continuing her search for her family when she suddenly found herself arriving in Avalon.
Where she was immediately serenaded and kissed by some total psycho who in the end turned out to be not so bad, and then he was a traitor and then she was pretty sure he killed Arthur. Then she was a prisoner of war and then….nothing….there was nothing…she woke up one day and…the place was empty…
…except very soon…people started arriving…
Other: Men are still such babies
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She almost had the shackles off. She had to get back to the rebels, they had to know not to trust Dimitri. She swore as the cuff of the shackles grazed against her skin causing it to redden even more as she pulled at it. How could he, after everything, after all the things these people did for him, how could he turn on them like this.
“Traitor,” she growled to herself, continuing to pull at the chain, “damn, TRAITOR!”
There were footsteps of one of the guards.
Idiot, she thought, quickly shuffling backwards in her cell and hiding her wrists. The guard stopped in front of the bars and peered in at her as she attempted to look as meek as possible. Satisfied he turned away, however he had only got a step when someone was digging something into his side and growling in his ear, “give me the keys.”
Something sharp was in the gap between his plates of armour. He quickly reached to his other side and grabbed the keys, tossing them backwards.
“Thank you,” said Anya, and then pulling him backwards smacked his head off of the bars.
He dropped to the ground unconscious.
She grabbed the keys and started to unlock her chains, adrenaline pumping through her body. She got to her feet, opened the gate and…nothing…
