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[Anastasia Vorobyov]

The Basics Name: Anastasia Vorobyov Alias: Sloan, Anastasia, Ana Age: 19 Years Gender: Female Rank: Citizen of London Appearance • 5’4” • Red hair, Green eyes • Fair Complexion Anastasia is fairly short for anyone her age, however, she is incredibly short for a Russian. She hardly stands but 5 feet 4 inches. Though it doesn’t bother her too much that she literally looks up to people, when people point out her lack of distinctive height, she automatically goes on the passive defense. What she lacks in height, she can make up for in attitude…easily. She has a gentle tongue but a ready wit or sarcastic remark for anyone who seems to ask for it. She has fairly pale skin, but that is rather off-set by the fiery red hair atop her head. The hair is cropped short-ish and left ragged, yet well-kept at the edges, giving a nearly spiky appearance. It is also very short and doesn’t even make it to her shoulders. To keep it mostly out of her eyes, she only uses a simple piece of fabric that is knit to another with a slight stuffer. It is worn mostly horizontally across the middle of her head and is fairly loose, but not so loose that it falls and fails to do its job. As the predictable matchup goes, her eyes are indeed green. Due to these colors and her pale skin, it leads many to believe she is not Russian, however, she was one of the few statistic percentage of the population that is born with these traits, versus the usual blonde or black hair and blue eyes. Though her tongue is gentle, her voice is deeper than the average girls. Its natural pitch is deep, however, she can fluxuate her voice to make it lighter than it really is. Because of her normal vocal pitch, she is, much to her chagrin, mistaken for a boy her age a fair bit. Also, her left arm bears a long, straight scar that stretches from her wrist to her shoulder, from her child-like carelessness in her father’s blacksmith shop when she was younger. Her dress does nothing to try to contradict the mistake of her gender. She is often seen wearing a beige trench coat overtop the most of her dress. Beneath the trench, she wears a loose, short-sleeved, black turtle-neck. Her arms are visible from where the shirt cuts off to about two inches below her elbow joint. Then starts a pair of leather gloves on each arm, which are black, and almost fingerless- they cut off halfway to her first knuckle on each finger and her thumb. The sides are tie-up with false leather, but they stay tied because of the fabric consistency. A metal plate goes across the back of each hand, and is about an inch and a half wide. Her lower body is dressed with a pair of khaki pants that fall the average length of jeans. Beneath these are a pair of black combat boots that come up to below her knee. They are laced up with the same type of material as her gloves. Though they are totally black, they have a metal toe. Anastasia’s build is stronger than what you may expect from looking at her exterior. She was born with this build, so she just worked on improving her strength and fitness. To keep in shape, and just to have fun, she enjoys sparring, to keep her body trained, which also stimulates relaxation of her mind. (And, as you may have guessed, she’s fairly flexible. She is also strong, but she is rather slow and her reaction time is delayed a slight bit unless she is 100% focused on the spar) Personality Anastasia has a rather calm personality, per se. She isn’t one to flare up quickly and be straight out-spoken, but she gets annoyed easily, even if she doesn’t let it show. She also has a joking manner to her, and she has a tendency to make a joke out of a more serious situation, which leads some people to be rather offended by her at times. She is fine with them being such, and it doesn’t really bother her. In general, she doesn’t have a problem with what people think of her, unless they call her something along the lines of heartless or stupid. She is neither of these, despite how she acts. She tends to be rather up-front with her words, saying what pops into her mind at many times, but she does it just to make a joke most of the time, or get her point across. Behind this, she is a rather caring person, and a person who is fiercely loyal to her friends and other comrades. Intelligence-wise, she is incredibly smart…for most areas of knowledge. She is an aspiring astro-physicist who has a strong knowledge of physics, astronomy and engineering, and some mechanics. However, she is not one you would want to ask for help in any kind of history. She cant stand it, and is not the greatest person to remember dates or names. She is also not the greatest linguist. She can only speak Russian and English. Her mind is rather centered around building, hypothesizing and experimenting, but in her spare time she loves to spar anyone she can to relax a bit. She also enjoys reading on past sciences like biomechanics, pre-theory physics and alchemy-the first chemistry, for instance. That is as far into the ‘history’ spectrum she chooses to develge into. History Anastasia was born in Moscow, Russia. Her father is a blacksmith and her mother was a drunk. She was raised primarily by her father, after he left her mother. He called her his ‘gift’ because she wasn’t born with any defects because of the alcoholism from the child-bearer. Her father was a rather abrasive person by nature, one who was strong-willed and said it as it was. Anastasia thinks nowadays that his tongue helped shape her into the rugged ‘rock solid’ type of person she was. Knowing the strong tongue of a father and no soft mothers love, she often experienced his rough words of truth and wisdom in the kindest way possible, and his nature also helped shape him into the stereotypical blacksmith. Though not quite stereotype perfect, he was a master smith. She spent lots of her time in his workshop, watching him work and enjoying herself as she did so. She often was told to be still and not fool around. She did…for the most part. She, like most other kids her age (at this time she was about 12-13), she was a bit rebellious about some rules, especially those that seemed ridiculous and made up just to give kids her age trouble from the adults. She was fooling around on the rafters above the fireplace where her father kept a fire to sustain a warm temperature in his smithy. Her father was out of the shop at the moment, so she decided to use the opportunity of freedom to practice a precise back-hand-spring. She had done one on the ground, where she could go from side to side with the area around her, but never one where she had to land in a precise spot. In the rafters, she walked about 12 feet from where she wanted to land and took a running start. Her takeoff was good, but as she twisted in the air, she went slightly sideways, and didn’t realize this until she tried landing and slipped. As she fell, her foot hit a pail on the rafter, which hit another piece of metal and fell to the ground. Anastasia didn’t see what it hit, but as she fell she knocked her head on the stone fireplace, and fell to the floor and lay unconscious from the head-hit (not from the fall, because it was not that high of a fall). Anastasia regained her consciousness after what seemed like hours. However, she found herself looking into the face of her father, which looked to be a mix of fury, concern, and relief. Before either of them could say anything she about yelped to the fiery pain that was shooting throughout the length of her arm. Before she could ask, her father responded that her “Completely stupid stunt knocked a pail into red-hot metal rod from the fireplace, which landed the rod on the ground.” As she had fallen, the slight chance that she would actually fall on the rod took place, and as she lay unconscious for about a minute until her father returned and pulled her off, the rod burned into her skin. A year or so later, Anastasia had been fully healed thanks to the dedicated work of her father, and the ordeal had ironed into her mind that rules weren’t made to hone misery into the mind, but to keep her safe. Anastasia found a job working with a rocket scientist on his experiments for a years after, until she was about 16, when she had plans to go to school. She had grown on the scientist, and he declared that he would help fund the price to send her to school to study astro-physics, which she had become rather interested in, and to fund some of her research in the future. Her father agreed, and she left for a Russian University, where she studied basic physics and astronomy, and the English language. A year later, at 17, she left and studied abroad in England, where she completed her school time in about 2 years, and she now searches for a job and home in London, where she thinks she can make the most of her knowledge. Pictures By me: N/A. My drawings = FAILURE. So there aren’t any. xD By Others: Roleplay Example Anastasia opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. She had fallen asleep. She could tell not because her breathing was slower than usual, but because her neck was crooked and her ear was about touching her shoulder. She grimaced slightly and straightened herself out. An audible 'crack' was heard from her neck and upper back. She proceeded to ignore this, and instead roll her shoulders and stretch her arms out. With a sigh of relief as she felt herself relax, she looked out the window. The train she was on was beginning to pull into the London station. It had been a moderate-length ride from Ipswich to London. Long enough for her to fall asleep though. She waited until the train came to a complete stop before she grabbed her coat and her briefcase off the luggage rack above her head. She then stood up and filed in the line to exit the train. As soon as she was off the platform, she took an immediate right and began to move out of the station. But, before she could complete such an action, she was halted by two police officers and asked to be checked. Well...I suppose that my dress does sort of give the impression that I'm a con artist... she thought to herself as they finished checking her coat and her briefcase. Moving out, she decided to not take a cab and just walk. A fair bit later, she didn't know how long she had been walking, but all she did know that she was hungry, the sun was starting to fall, and that she was going to need to find a place to stay for the night. She grabbed a map she found lying on the ground and sat before a random flat and examined it. If anything, this would tell her what she needed to know rather than asking someone else. How humiliating would that be? Not to know your way around in your own home? About Yourself Name:Alyssa Gender: Female RP Experience: Ive been RPing for about 4 years now…methinks. That’s the rough estimate. xD Activity: Er…during the summer, I should be able to pop on at any time during the week, the weekends will be a bit strained because we are going on college road trips every Saturday, and some in-and-out day trips on Wednesdays.