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Other than that, thank yooooou ♥
[nick / name]: Natalie
[other characters currently played]: Lady/Devil May Cry/theotokos, Hotaru Tomoe/Bishojo Senshi Sailormoon/alldevouring
[AIM / messenger]: Wrath of Aset
[series]: Anastasia
[character]: "Anya"/Anastasia Romanov
[character history / background]:
Anya, or truthfully Anastasia, is the youngest daughter of Czar Nicholas II, predicted to be born a boy, who the Czar had gotten his hopes up (and this is actually something historical, not mentioned in the movies), but she became to be his fourth daughter, and one of five children. The movie sheds no light on anything, other than Anastasia being intensely close to her family, especially her grandmother. It is her grandmother that gives her a music box, to soothe Anastasia, when she would leave Russia, to her new home, giving her the necklace "Together in Paris". It's implied Anastasia was a bit of a terror, mischief maker by the two conmen that find Anya, and that seems to grow with her in life. However, in 1916, the resentment towards the royal family had finally flared out at last.
Riding along the fires of the unrest of the people of Russia, the former holy man to the royal family, who algedly sold himself to evil to gain more power, in hopes of bringing destruction to the royal family, Rasputin came to them one night. Obviously upset that he was being ignored or who knows, Rasputin confronts the Czar himself, and in a light shouting match with his family cowering away, the Czar apparently banishes him. Enraged or likely fixated too much for his own good, Rasputin curses the whole family, vowing to kill them all and anyone tied to them. This results in a dramatic drop of th chandieller! And a dramatic exit. Later, Rasputin in his hidey hole, and who knows where the hell that is, stirs up magic or whatever, to aggravate the unrest, encourage the Bolsheviks to raid the winter palace in Russia, to personally storm in and throw out the Czar himself.
Although this movie seems to really and honestly ignore that the royal overthrow of the Russian czar happens in 1916, the family realistically isn't killed until 1917! But the movie rolls with the palace being stormed, the family being lead out by the royal guards, Anastasia was close by to her grandmother, eventually breaks away to find her music box. Of course, this is perfect timing, isn't it? She flees to her room, grabs her trinket, with her grandmother honestly up in arms for this. As the Bolsheviks approach her room, as well as storming the whole palace, a servant boy shows Anastasia and her grandmother the way out, while she drops her music box, only carrying her necklace. By the time the Bolsheviks storm the room, the two royal family members are gone, and the boy, who is later revealed to be Dimitri, is clubbed and knocked unconscious when they can't find them.
Through the panic, they escape, and in your classical evil villain style, with Rasputin somehow popping out of freakin' nowhere, to take out the princess herself, ranting and raving how she'll never escape, he falls through the ice, while clinging to Anastasia, and while his damn bat tries to help him, it is no luck, and Rasputin eventually, uh, well. Dies. Fleeing on their own, Anastasia is overwhelmed, with help of some common folk, the elderly grandmother finds her own way on the train, but Anastasia is sadly left in the dust, eventually she trips, falls. And... somehow represses or hits her head (maybe both) and forgets all events that had happened. Later, however, Anastasia is found wandering around, forgetting everything, likely shaken, and somehow earns the name "Anya" if that wasn't coincidental enough.
She is taken in the orphanages, for eight years. Up until she turns into an adult, her caretaker, who seems all the eager to be rid of the brat girl, shoos her off to work in a factory up the road. Anya obeys... or it seems that way. She reaches a crossroad, hesitant, and chooses to follow the road up into St. Petersburg (it's really Lenongrad in the 1920s, I SWEAR), taking along a stray puppy with her. Eventually, she decides to go right, instead of left, which would have taken her to the fish factory for work. When she attempts to buy tickets to Paris (I doubt she even had the money e_e;), Anya learns the hard way that without a passport, she can't purchase tickets for a train out.
An old woman who overhears and sees this tells her to see Dimitri in the old winter palace, not far from here, that he's the answer to her problems. Anya heads off there with her new dog by herself. Discouraged at the fact it's boarded up, she is about to leave, but her dog Pooka sneaks in without her. Anya pulls off boards and soon follows him after. Curious and the fact it drudges up old memories by wandering around, she feels there's something to this place.
And, since it sounds crazy to put into words that whole "Once Upon a December" dance routine... Anya is caught by Dimitri and Vladimir. When she attempts to flee and they ask her to stop in front of a portrait, they catch the stark resemblance Anya has to the Princess Anastasia. A scheme develops between Dimitri and Vladimir, who ask her who she is, and Anya bluntly tells them she has no clue who she is and she was on her way to Paris.
So they tell her that she is possibly the long lost princess. Anya doesn't buy it, and Dimitri and Vladimir tell her they were on her way to Paris. This is something Dimitri puts right on cue to lure Anya on board to go see the Grand Duchess, who would be the Princess' grandmother. Anya agrees! And they're about to set off. In the midst of this, that bat that Rasputin had as a companion overhears this atop of the old palace, in the walls, and scoffs. But Rasputin's old relaquiy (can't even find the correct spelling for this, orz) reacts to this, and transports him to the otherworld where Rasputin resides.
Rasputin, while he's... literally falling apart after selling his soul, for lack of better words, to evil, learns that the last Romanov is alive. It's likely due to his condition he stays behind and sends demonic familiars to kill Anya, while she and the others take a train. On the train, the three are lead to believe the inking in the passports is red, not blue, but were sadly mislead by two other passengers. They choose to flee off the train, and find another way to get near Paris, or at least Northern Europe.
While this happens, the demonic familiars unhook half of the train, disrupt the mechanics, and basically leave it heading towards a broken bridge. They really have no choice but to jump and leave the train going off the bridge. So other choice but to go by boat, until they reach Germany or so to Paris. Dimitri buys her a newer dress than the tattered one she's got. Anya's honestly flabbergasted and childishly makes fun of the size of the dress, after Dimitri is fed up and storms upstairs on the boat. Anya puts it on and comes back to join Dimitri and Vladimir to learn the basic waltz.
Insert awkward moment with Dimitri here, as Anya is very much left like a deer in headlights, and lingers near him for a brief moment, before they part for the evening. Under the cabin and in the bedroom section, Vladimir is bonding with Pooka and makes a side comment how jealous he is of Dimitri, seemingly capable of sleeping through anything. And it's true. While the boat is lightly rocking from waves, something falls out of Vladimir's bag.
He pays it no mind, but Anya picks it up and studies it... and proposes to Vladimir it could be a magic box, since he admits he has no clue what it is. It brings back more memories initially than anything, but Anya's inquiry is interrupted when Pooka licks her bare foot. Everyone heads off to bed, and here is where Rasputin takes advantage, using the demonic minions to go into Anya's subconscious, into her dreams and using repressed images to goad her out of the room and onto the deck at the stormy night.
While she dreams of her old family, it suddenly turns nightmare-ish, the warm face of her father turns into a demon pulling her down a hellish nightmare. Dimitri wakes to see Anya has wandered out, and Anya is left on the edge of the boat, ready to fall off, and this is where she would be coming into the City....
[character abilities]:
All and all, Anya is your average human, no latent abilities, no special powers, nothing complex. However, you could safely assume, being an orphan or even a street urchan, Anya has her street smarts. Being that she could possibly know a few things or two to get by. Or so that may seem or at least it was well implied by how she acts. She's a free thinker, self-assertive, so Anya is capable of learning anything she wants to -- but that's not really much of an ability.
[character personality]:
The thing is with Anya, she is your typical girl, just stepping into adulthood. Meaning that Anya is rebellious in her own right, a thorn in her caretaker's side for about eight years. She's assertive, confident, and sassy -- Anya has a mind of her own, a scary characteristic in the time she lives in. And this, in a sense, has both made her fit in, as well as not fit in with those around her. she's a bit above her time, relatively speaking. But Anya is hardly anything but mean or negative. Quite the opposite, really. She's got plenty of spunk and warmth that draws in in people. Anya is one that goes with the flow of things, she seems rather impulsive and unconventional, clearly not putting into thought with some things, seeing as she took a turn down a road, just as she was reaching adulthood, without a second thought of it.
That being said with runs with her impulsive nature, Anya is idealistic, in that sense. She's very trusting, seeing as she has gone with two total strangers, Dimitri and Vladimir, believing their whole spiel about how she could be the Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov. And by that, it seems Anya is willing to believe people, even if circumstances are suspicious, because let's face it -- it wasn't exactly a wise thing to do, following two strange men. And it seems because of this, Anya has lived a closed life, in terms of not knowing who she really is. So this could suggest Anya was not truly comfortable with herself quite yet, but not dependent on her caretaker, only she could take care of herself. And like her historical counterpart, Anya is capable of mischief and being a free thinker.
Anya is a persistent little thing as well. The only fragment she has of her past are few clues, that she was wandering around in a daze at the age of eight, and that her necklace, as we all know, says "Together in Paris". Anya believes in that necklace so much, she's so stubborn and will not listen otherwise, and her caretaker has literally laughed in her face for it. Yet Anya was fixated on it well enough to follow it, seemingly not caring otherwise. She is, without a doubt, incredibly stubborn, not willing to give up. This makes her difficult to be reason with, as well as a force not to underestimate. She is, by no means, a pushover. And that shows itself towards Rasputin, who she faces later in the movie and literally tackles him to the ground. Anya doesn't seem like the type to be afraid of getting dirty or scratched up. She's willing to risk a lot, but is not blindly stupid. She's smarter than that.
Her drive in life is finding where she belongs, her family. It does weigh on her much than she shows, but Anya hardly wants pity for it or to be laughed at her childish belief in her necklace. Home and family are something she doesn't remember, and wants dearly. We all know Anya has forgotten this, and that could be due to some trauma of having her family ripped away and being cursed by Rasputin himself. That doesn't mean she'll quiet, and that does not mean she'll shove people aside from it. She's open, free, and willing to take in others. Anya has had no real close connections in life, and while she butts heads with a few people, and only playfully, without a doubt, she is kind, gentle, and supportive of those dear to her. By no means, she's the princess in distress, but you could say she is the princess some could look up to.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Right during the nightmare she's having on the boat, on their way to possibly Germany with Dimitri and Vladimir. So it's not too far from where I had her originally in the City?
[journal post]:
[ABRUPT VOICE POST IS A GO! Sounds as if someone just stepped into water, and there's some trashing, possibly because this hit her harder than she thought it would]
-- AH! LET ME GO! DIMITRI! VLADIMIR!
[Sounds of silence]
Oh, n- Oh, great...! I didn't die! I just... ended up in some kind of fountain with my freakin' pajamas. Because that's better than falling off a boat.
My luck is just that awesome.
[She's standing up, muttering to herself, and looking around]
Oh, great. Just great. Take a boat, he says. We'll get there quicker. It's completely safe- SO much for it being SAFE, huh, Dimitri?!
... What the- Ow, something's poking me. [Sounds of something rubbing against the device]
What the heck? I don't even-
[END VOICE POST]
[third person / log sample]:
Together in Paris.
Just... ignore the fact that was likely an ungodly distance from, well, the outskirts of the capital here, the grand pride of the red country, Lenongrad. Something that Anya would recite to herself in her head, and in her younger years, openly, assuring others, even the cranky old woman that was her matron of the sort, and as well as her fellow comrades, that she would be in Paris herself.
Someday.
Living in a nice house, with a picket fence and lots of flowers in the lawn! Away from the cold, stark Russia, away from stuffy orphanages, and the stuffy old Babushka. Anya could envision herself, with a faceless family, even, welcoming her with open arms, asking "where have you been all of these years!". To which, Anya could see herself giving a nonchalant reply, and the rest of this family reunion ending in tight hugs, and lots and lots of good food something she would never, ever have to share with snot-nosed brats, or wait for stroganov in the dinning hall.
It was funny too, Anya had this image in her head, ever since the day she had wandered into the care of the old orphanage, over-crowded with children from the former war as well as the uprise in the country. No memories of where she was from, only the name to give "Anya", and even that? She was never sure if that was her name, and if that was apart of her real self, that seemed lost in a blur of the snowstorm she was caught wandering in, with a throbbing head. But even then, in the coldest of times, with tears rolling down her cheek, she could remind herself of that warmth, like the warmth of being in a mother's arms, by looking at her necklace.
Someday, I'll be in Paris with my family, away from here!
That within itself was something she could keep going in, something that could give her that extra nudge, and ignite the ember in her spirit. And by then, little miss Anya could slap on a bright smile on her face, something mischievous, that rose the Babushka's eyebrows, enough to make her teeter away nervously. Her spirit could never be broken as long as she had that necklace.
She was fixated with it, from an early age, it made the fellow children roll their eyes, the Babushka to scoff at her, and even any member of the church near by on a Sunday to roll their eyes at the girl. Go to Paris? In this point in time, with the iron fist? Never, really now.
And how she would protest otherwise, sometimes with tears down her cheeks, eyes lit up, and persistently arguing the spiteful comments. It may have slightly had settled as she grew older, away from having her head in the clouds, Anya still had that hope. It was something she couldn't let go, not even the Babushka could shoo that dream away.
But all children would have to face the harsh reality of working. As soon as the girl was eighteen or appeared that way, she arranged to send her off into a factory, like most of the youths of her age to contribute to the people's government, destined to be apart of the system of working and maintaining the industrial revolution in Russia. The Babushka, no matter how unwilling, seemed pretty dead set on this, maybe in her own way of hoping Anya would grow up from being the brat she was.
"You are to go to..."
Did it really matter? She had the tendency to go off on tangents, by now, it sort of went out of the other ear, as soon as Anya heard it, mentally tuning her off as soon as she got into those lectures. Out of all of the children, Babushka was the most hard her.
Probably because, well, Anya wasn't listening when she was being kicked out of the orphanage today, waving to the younger children that seemed to cling to the elder ones like Anya herself, "Goodbye, guys!"
"Are you even listening to me?!" Anya could feel the weight of her head being pulled down to the warty old woman, staring at her nose and remembering how it would always remind her of a witch, the way it pointed downward like a hook, And in a monotone, she replied, "I'm listening Comrade Babushka," Utterly thrilled, her blue eyes turning into slits, resisting the urge to roll he eyes. No doubt that would earn her a slap upside the head. She was a short woman, but she could hit still. Hard.
"You are to go down the road, until you reach two paths, you are to go left, do you hear me?" A gruff snort, and Anya finally pulled herself upward as soon as she released the collar, "I have found you work in the factory in that town. It's time you learned your place in life, little miss!"
"But, you know, there is still-"
"I know, I know. You want to go to Paris, don't you? To meet your family, eh?"
Anya nodded, by now, a routine reaction, followed by a soft, 'mmhmm'.
But she laughed at her hobbling her way back up to the gate, slamming it shut on the scrapped girl behind, "Together in Paris!" She repeated in a sing-song voice, rather mockingly, "You better leave now, you don't want to be late!"
"Right, right," Anya forced a smile, and didn't even bother to break away the obvious harsh smile of it, "Yeah, I'll miss you too." And with that, she was finally let out.
Free out in the world of adults, without any real knowledge of what was happening, and what she would truly do. Somehow, with little or no money, she would have to find a way, wouldn't she? But despite that grim reality, with hooked hands in her pockets, staring off with spunk in her steps, Anya felt that today? Today was different, something was in the air. Something was bound to change.
Other than that, thank yooooou ♥
[nick / name]: Natalie
[other characters currently played]: Lady/Devil May Cry/theotokos, Hotaru Tomoe/Bishojo Senshi Sailormoon/alldevouring
[AIM / messenger]: Wrath of Aset
[series]: Anastasia
[character]: "Anya"/Anastasia Romanov
[character history / background]:
Anya, or truthfully Anastasia, is the youngest daughter of Czar Nicholas II, predicted to be born a boy, who the Czar had gotten his hopes up (and this is actually something historical, not mentioned in the movies), but she became to be his fourth daughter, and one of five children. The movie sheds no light on anything, other than Anastasia being intensely close to her family, especially her grandmother. It is her grandmother that gives her a music box, to soothe Anastasia, when she would leave Russia, to her new home, giving her the necklace "Together in Paris". It's implied Anastasia was a bit of a terror, mischief maker by the two conmen that find Anya, and that seems to grow with her in life. However, in 1916, the resentment towards the royal family had finally flared out at last.
Riding along the fires of the unrest of the people of Russia, the former holy man to the royal family, who algedly sold himself to evil to gain more power, in hopes of bringing destruction to the royal family, Rasputin came to them one night. Obviously upset that he was being ignored or who knows, Rasputin confronts the Czar himself, and in a light shouting match with his family cowering away, the Czar apparently banishes him. Enraged or likely fixated too much for his own good, Rasputin curses the whole family, vowing to kill them all and anyone tied to them. This results in a dramatic drop of th chandieller! And a dramatic exit. Later, Rasputin in his hidey hole, and who knows where the hell that is, stirs up magic or whatever, to aggravate the unrest, encourage the Bolsheviks to raid the winter palace in Russia, to personally storm in and throw out the Czar himself.
Although this movie seems to really and honestly ignore that the royal overthrow of the Russian czar happens in 1916, the family realistically isn't killed until 1917! But the movie rolls with the palace being stormed, the family being lead out by the royal guards, Anastasia was close by to her grandmother, eventually breaks away to find her music box. Of course, this is perfect timing, isn't it? She flees to her room, grabs her trinket, with her grandmother honestly up in arms for this. As the Bolsheviks approach her room, as well as storming the whole palace, a servant boy shows Anastasia and her grandmother the way out, while she drops her music box, only carrying her necklace. By the time the Bolsheviks storm the room, the two royal family members are gone, and the boy, who is later revealed to be Dimitri, is clubbed and knocked unconscious when they can't find them.
Through the panic, they escape, and in your classical evil villain style, with Rasputin somehow popping out of freakin' nowhere, to take out the princess herself, ranting and raving how she'll never escape, he falls through the ice, while clinging to Anastasia, and while his damn bat tries to help him, it is no luck, and Rasputin eventually, uh, well. Dies. Fleeing on their own, Anastasia is overwhelmed, with help of some common folk, the elderly grandmother finds her own way on the train, but Anastasia is sadly left in the dust, eventually she trips, falls. And... somehow represses or hits her head (maybe both) and forgets all events that had happened. Later, however, Anastasia is found wandering around, forgetting everything, likely shaken, and somehow earns the name "Anya" if that wasn't coincidental enough.
She is taken in the orphanages, for eight years. Up until she turns into an adult, her caretaker, who seems all the eager to be rid of the brat girl, shoos her off to work in a factory up the road. Anya obeys... or it seems that way. She reaches a crossroad, hesitant, and chooses to follow the road up into St. Petersburg (it's really Lenongrad in the 1920s, I SWEAR), taking along a stray puppy with her. Eventually, she decides to go right, instead of left, which would have taken her to the fish factory for work. When she attempts to buy tickets to Paris (I doubt she even had the money e_e;), Anya learns the hard way that without a passport, she can't purchase tickets for a train out.
An old woman who overhears and sees this tells her to see Dimitri in the old winter palace, not far from here, that he's the answer to her problems. Anya heads off there with her new dog by herself. Discouraged at the fact it's boarded up, she is about to leave, but her dog Pooka sneaks in without her. Anya pulls off boards and soon follows him after. Curious and the fact it drudges up old memories by wandering around, she feels there's something to this place.
And, since it sounds crazy to put into words that whole "Once Upon a December" dance routine... Anya is caught by Dimitri and Vladimir. When she attempts to flee and they ask her to stop in front of a portrait, they catch the stark resemblance Anya has to the Princess Anastasia. A scheme develops between Dimitri and Vladimir, who ask her who she is, and Anya bluntly tells them she has no clue who she is and she was on her way to Paris.
So they tell her that she is possibly the long lost princess. Anya doesn't buy it, and Dimitri and Vladimir tell her they were on her way to Paris. This is something Dimitri puts right on cue to lure Anya on board to go see the Grand Duchess, who would be the Princess' grandmother. Anya agrees! And they're about to set off. In the midst of this, that bat that Rasputin had as a companion overhears this atop of the old palace, in the walls, and scoffs. But Rasputin's old relaquiy (can't even find the correct spelling for this, orz) reacts to this, and transports him to the otherworld where Rasputin resides.
Rasputin, while he's... literally falling apart after selling his soul, for lack of better words, to evil, learns that the last Romanov is alive. It's likely due to his condition he stays behind and sends demonic familiars to kill Anya, while she and the others take a train. On the train, the three are lead to believe the inking in the passports is red, not blue, but were sadly mislead by two other passengers. They choose to flee off the train, and find another way to get near Paris, or at least Northern Europe.
While this happens, the demonic familiars unhook half of the train, disrupt the mechanics, and basically leave it heading towards a broken bridge. They really have no choice but to jump and leave the train going off the bridge. So other choice but to go by boat, until they reach Germany or so to Paris. Dimitri buys her a newer dress than the tattered one she's got. Anya's honestly flabbergasted and childishly makes fun of the size of the dress, after Dimitri is fed up and storms upstairs on the boat. Anya puts it on and comes back to join Dimitri and Vladimir to learn the basic waltz.
Insert awkward moment with Dimitri here, as Anya is very much left like a deer in headlights, and lingers near him for a brief moment, before they part for the evening. Under the cabin and in the bedroom section, Vladimir is bonding with Pooka and makes a side comment how jealous he is of Dimitri, seemingly capable of sleeping through anything. And it's true. While the boat is lightly rocking from waves, something falls out of Vladimir's bag.
He pays it no mind, but Anya picks it up and studies it... and proposes to Vladimir it could be a magic box, since he admits he has no clue what it is. It brings back more memories initially than anything, but Anya's inquiry is interrupted when Pooka licks her bare foot. Everyone heads off to bed, and here is where Rasputin takes advantage, using the demonic minions to go into Anya's subconscious, into her dreams and using repressed images to goad her out of the room and onto the deck at the stormy night.
While she dreams of her old family, it suddenly turns nightmare-ish, the warm face of her father turns into a demon pulling her down a hellish nightmare. Dimitri wakes to see Anya has wandered out, and Anya is left on the edge of the boat, ready to fall off, and this is where she would be coming into the City....
[character abilities]:
All and all, Anya is your average human, no latent abilities, no special powers, nothing complex. However, you could safely assume, being an orphan or even a street urchan, Anya has her street smarts. Being that she could possibly know a few things or two to get by. Or so that may seem or at least it was well implied by how she acts. She's a free thinker, self-assertive, so Anya is capable of learning anything she wants to -- but that's not really much of an ability.
[character personality]:
The thing is with Anya, she is your typical girl, just stepping into adulthood. Meaning that Anya is rebellious in her own right, a thorn in her caretaker's side for about eight years. She's assertive, confident, and sassy -- Anya has a mind of her own, a scary characteristic in the time she lives in. And this, in a sense, has both made her fit in, as well as not fit in with those around her. she's a bit above her time, relatively speaking. But Anya is hardly anything but mean or negative. Quite the opposite, really. She's got plenty of spunk and warmth that draws in in people. Anya is one that goes with the flow of things, she seems rather impulsive and unconventional, clearly not putting into thought with some things, seeing as she took a turn down a road, just as she was reaching adulthood, without a second thought of it.
That being said with runs with her impulsive nature, Anya is idealistic, in that sense. She's very trusting, seeing as she has gone with two total strangers, Dimitri and Vladimir, believing their whole spiel about how she could be the Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov. And by that, it seems Anya is willing to believe people, even if circumstances are suspicious, because let's face it -- it wasn't exactly a wise thing to do, following two strange men. And it seems because of this, Anya has lived a closed life, in terms of not knowing who she really is. So this could suggest Anya was not truly comfortable with herself quite yet, but not dependent on her caretaker, only she could take care of herself. And like her historical counterpart, Anya is capable of mischief and being a free thinker.
Anya is a persistent little thing as well. The only fragment she has of her past are few clues, that she was wandering around in a daze at the age of eight, and that her necklace, as we all know, says "Together in Paris". Anya believes in that necklace so much, she's so stubborn and will not listen otherwise, and her caretaker has literally laughed in her face for it. Yet Anya was fixated on it well enough to follow it, seemingly not caring otherwise. She is, without a doubt, incredibly stubborn, not willing to give up. This makes her difficult to be reason with, as well as a force not to underestimate. She is, by no means, a pushover. And that shows itself towards Rasputin, who she faces later in the movie and literally tackles him to the ground. Anya doesn't seem like the type to be afraid of getting dirty or scratched up. She's willing to risk a lot, but is not blindly stupid. She's smarter than that.
Her drive in life is finding where she belongs, her family. It does weigh on her much than she shows, but Anya hardly wants pity for it or to be laughed at her childish belief in her necklace. Home and family are something she doesn't remember, and wants dearly. We all know Anya has forgotten this, and that could be due to some trauma of having her family ripped away and being cursed by Rasputin himself. That doesn't mean she'll quiet, and that does not mean she'll shove people aside from it. She's open, free, and willing to take in others. Anya has had no real close connections in life, and while she butts heads with a few people, and only playfully, without a doubt, she is kind, gentle, and supportive of those dear to her. By no means, she's the princess in distress, but you could say she is the princess some could look up to.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Right during the nightmare she's having on the boat, on their way to possibly Germany with Dimitri and Vladimir. So it's not too far from where I had her originally in the City?
[journal post]:
[ABRUPT VOICE POST IS A GO! Sounds as if someone just stepped into water, and there's some trashing, possibly because this hit her harder than she thought it would]
-- AH! LET ME GO! DIMITRI! VLADIMIR!
[Sounds of silence]
Oh, n- Oh, great...! I didn't die! I just... ended up in some kind of fountain with my freakin' pajamas. Because that's better than falling off a boat.
My luck is just that awesome.
[She's standing up, muttering to herself, and looking around]
Oh, great. Just great. Take a boat, he says. We'll get there quicker. It's completely safe- SO much for it being SAFE, huh, Dimitri?!
... What the- Ow, something's poking me. [Sounds of something rubbing against the device]
What the heck? I don't even-
[END VOICE POST]
[third person / log sample]:
Together in Paris.
Just... ignore the fact that was likely an ungodly distance from, well, the outskirts of the capital here, the grand pride of the red country, Lenongrad. Something that Anya would recite to herself in her head, and in her younger years, openly, assuring others, even the cranky old woman that was her matron of the sort, and as well as her fellow comrades, that she would be in Paris herself.
Someday.
Living in a nice house, with a picket fence and lots of flowers in the lawn! Away from the cold, stark Russia, away from stuffy orphanages, and the stuffy old Babushka. Anya could envision herself, with a faceless family, even, welcoming her with open arms, asking "where have you been all of these years!". To which, Anya could see herself giving a nonchalant reply, and the rest of this family reunion ending in tight hugs, and lots and lots of good food something she would never, ever have to share with snot-nosed brats, or wait for stroganov in the dinning hall.
It was funny too, Anya had this image in her head, ever since the day she had wandered into the care of the old orphanage, over-crowded with children from the former war as well as the uprise in the country. No memories of where she was from, only the name to give "Anya", and even that? She was never sure if that was her name, and if that was apart of her real self, that seemed lost in a blur of the snowstorm she was caught wandering in, with a throbbing head. But even then, in the coldest of times, with tears rolling down her cheek, she could remind herself of that warmth, like the warmth of being in a mother's arms, by looking at her necklace.
Someday, I'll be in Paris with my family, away from here!
That within itself was something she could keep going in, something that could give her that extra nudge, and ignite the ember in her spirit. And by then, little miss Anya could slap on a bright smile on her face, something mischievous, that rose the Babushka's eyebrows, enough to make her teeter away nervously. Her spirit could never be broken as long as she had that necklace.
She was fixated with it, from an early age, it made the fellow children roll their eyes, the Babushka to scoff at her, and even any member of the church near by on a Sunday to roll their eyes at the girl. Go to Paris? In this point in time, with the iron fist? Never, really now.
And how she would protest otherwise, sometimes with tears down her cheeks, eyes lit up, and persistently arguing the spiteful comments. It may have slightly had settled as she grew older, away from having her head in the clouds, Anya still had that hope. It was something she couldn't let go, not even the Babushka could shoo that dream away.
But all children would have to face the harsh reality of working. As soon as the girl was eighteen or appeared that way, she arranged to send her off into a factory, like most of the youths of her age to contribute to the people's government, destined to be apart of the system of working and maintaining the industrial revolution in Russia. The Babushka, no matter how unwilling, seemed pretty dead set on this, maybe in her own way of hoping Anya would grow up from being the brat she was.
"You are to go to..."
Did it really matter? She had the tendency to go off on tangents, by now, it sort of went out of the other ear, as soon as Anya heard it, mentally tuning her off as soon as she got into those lectures. Out of all of the children, Babushka was the most hard her.
Probably because, well, Anya wasn't listening when she was being kicked out of the orphanage today, waving to the younger children that seemed to cling to the elder ones like Anya herself, "Goodbye, guys!"
"Are you even listening to me?!" Anya could feel the weight of her head being pulled down to the warty old woman, staring at her nose and remembering how it would always remind her of a witch, the way it pointed downward like a hook, And in a monotone, she replied, "I'm listening Comrade Babushka," Utterly thrilled, her blue eyes turning into slits, resisting the urge to roll he eyes. No doubt that would earn her a slap upside the head. She was a short woman, but she could hit still. Hard.
"You are to go down the road, until you reach two paths, you are to go left, do you hear me?" A gruff snort, and Anya finally pulled herself upward as soon as she released the collar, "I have found you work in the factory in that town. It's time you learned your place in life, little miss!"
"But, you know, there is still-"
"I know, I know. You want to go to Paris, don't you? To meet your family, eh?"
Anya nodded, by now, a routine reaction, followed by a soft, 'mmhmm'.
But she laughed at her hobbling her way back up to the gate, slamming it shut on the scrapped girl behind, "Together in Paris!" She repeated in a sing-song voice, rather mockingly, "You better leave now, you don't want to be late!"
"Right, right," Anya forced a smile, and didn't even bother to break away the obvious harsh smile of it, "Yeah, I'll miss you too." And with that, she was finally let out.
Free out in the world of adults, without any real knowledge of what was happening, and what she would truly do. Somehow, with little or no money, she would have to find a way, wouldn't she? But despite that grim reality, with hooked hands in her pockets, staring off with spunk in her steps, Anya felt that today? Today was different, something was in the air. Something was bound to change.