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Name: Anya Richter (I...kind of want to change her name back, fuck)
Age/Birthday: 26 / August 19th
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 170-something
PB: Cecile de France
Alignment: Saint
I have no idea what else should go in this section but think something is missing help.
Appearance: Called “sir” by store clerks, the unobservant, the elderly, and the occasional smart-mouthed acquaintance, Anya is a far cry from feminine. She grew up looking coltish - long, skinny limbs, strong features, and a body of angles and sharp lines. Even now, well into adulthood and plus several pounds of muscle, something of the sinewy, boyish figure remains. She's flat chested (flat everything-ed, really - her largest outward projection is her nose), with a weather-beaten, sharp face and very long legs. Her dark hair is sheared short and very fine. Though she is certainly not pretty, neither is she handsome, despite her charming smile and androgynous-bordering-on-masculine looks. All in all, Anya's quite plain, especially since she isn't likely to devote any time or effort to playing up her looks.
Years of physical labor and working with machines have left her hands calloused and banged up. Her nails are short and she keeps them clean, but it's rare that they aren't chipped or blemished from some crash or another. She'll likely be arthritic by the time she's 30. But she might also be dead by then, so Anya's never been all that concerned about her knuckles withering.
An incomplete inventory of distinguishing features follows: Wide discolored burn on her calf; triangular purpley birthmark on her inner thigh; a bunch of freckles that only appear on her upper chest; crooked left ring finger that never quite healed after breaking; four ear piercings beyond the standard lobes (secondary lobes, conch, industrial)
Background: Anya was raised by a single mother who was, in addition to being a mutant herself, completely Nutter Butter insane. Both the nature of her mother's powers and her severely volatile temperament kept her away from most people outside of brief, dirty acquaintances she made and discarded with speed. Anya was constantly subjected to her mother's weird habits, frequent paranoid outbursts, and destructive, uncontrollable mutation.. She grew up weirdly-socialized and under her mother's obsessive, flighty thumb. She made friends through the miracle of the public school system, but was never allowed to visit them, and they were under no circumstances to come to her house. They moved around often enough that long-term friendships didn't make much of a difference anyway.
Her mother, both doting and domineering, saw Anya as a strange, fragile oddity in her life. She was completely normal - and, as the only person constantly around - an utter novelty. And then Anya unknowingly stopped her mother's destructive, uncontrollable powers. The novelty soon became less novel, and the relationship between mother and daughter smoldered, with occasional solar flares.
Unsurprisingly, Anya longed to be normal, to live a mundane life. Such thoughts are far from uncommon. Surprisingly, she more or less succeeded. Adolescence brought with it a new freedom. She worked a shitty minimum wage job, drove a shitty used car, and played sports, like any kid her age. After high school, she opted out of college.
I DECIDED TO REDO THIS PART BUT THE SHORT VERSION IS: SHE GROWS UP AND ACTUALLY THINGS KIND OF SUCK AND SHE HAS TO EAT AND OCCASIONALLY BEING NOT-NORMAL IS KIND OF OKAY TOO.
ALSO ISABELLE.
Personality: Old dogs learning new tricks and all that, Anya retains many of the social awkwardness that permeated her adolescence. It probably doesn't help that she deals with awkward situations by slowly and PAINFULLY RAISING HER VOICE TO COPE WITH THE URGE TO CRAWL UNDER A ROCK. To the just-introduced, she's aloof, broody and a grouch. To people who have known her for much longer, she's a gentle giant - or a doormat.
She has the slightly dogged resignation of a child simultaneously smothered and shunned by its parent. Rather poor at arguing, especially with people she likes, Anya's far more likely to relent rather than screaming about something for hours. Mostly laid-back and accepting, she's also stupidly loyal to those she gets on well with, which is useful until she holds onto the loyalty for too long and it ends up getting her into trouble. Always an average student, she's no intellectual, but she understands the basics of mechanics and plays a mean game of Risk.
She sleeps infrequently and at inconvenient hours, is a light smoker, and sometimes forgets to feed herself, but is otherwise healthy, for now, and even has the developing bud of maternal instinct towards others who take such poor care of themselves.
Power: Anya can make things go away.
That's the short and rather inaccurate of things.
Her powers allow the negation, through physical contact, of other powers. It's far easier to block an internalized magic than one that has already been made physical, and there are some things, like the innate physical power trips of things-prefixed-“were”, that Aniah cannot stop at all. And if someone shoots a lightning bolt at her face...well, she's more likely to be crispy than come out on the winning end of that magic. A flame before it sparks, however, or a shield left behind as a safeguard, those sorts of things she can easily put to an end. It doesn't come with an off button, which is, more or less, normal for this sort of thing.
Once (and hopefully only once), she broke out into terrible hives shortly after using it.
That's the long and perhaps just as inaccurate of it all.
Age/Birthday: 26 / August 19th
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 170-something
PB: Cecile de France
Alignment: Saint
I have no idea what else should go in this section but think something is missing help.
Appearance: Called “sir” by store clerks, the unobservant, the elderly, and the occasional smart-mouthed acquaintance, Anya is a far cry from feminine. She grew up looking coltish - long, skinny limbs, strong features, and a body of angles and sharp lines. Even now, well into adulthood and plus several pounds of muscle, something of the sinewy, boyish figure remains. She's flat chested (flat everything-ed, really - her largest outward projection is her nose), with a weather-beaten, sharp face and very long legs. Her dark hair is sheared short and very fine. Though she is certainly not pretty, neither is she handsome, despite her charming smile and androgynous-bordering-on-masculine looks. All in all, Anya's quite plain, especially since she isn't likely to devote any time or effort to playing up her looks.
Years of physical labor and working with machines have left her hands calloused and banged up. Her nails are short and she keeps them clean, but it's rare that they aren't chipped or blemished from some crash or another. She'll likely be arthritic by the time she's 30. But she might also be dead by then, so Anya's never been all that concerned about her knuckles withering.
An incomplete inventory of distinguishing features follows: Wide discolored burn on her calf; triangular purpley birthmark on her inner thigh; a bunch of freckles that only appear on her upper chest; crooked left ring finger that never quite healed after breaking; four ear piercings beyond the standard lobes (secondary lobes, conch, industrial)
Background: Anya was raised by a single mother who was, in addition to being a mutant herself, completely Nutter Butter insane. Both the nature of her mother's powers and her severely volatile temperament kept her away from most people outside of brief, dirty acquaintances she made and discarded with speed. Anya was constantly subjected to her mother's weird habits, frequent paranoid outbursts, and destructive, uncontrollable mutation.. She grew up weirdly-socialized and under her mother's obsessive, flighty thumb. She made friends through the miracle of the public school system, but was never allowed to visit them, and they were under no circumstances to come to her house. They moved around often enough that long-term friendships didn't make much of a difference anyway.
Her mother, both doting and domineering, saw Anya as a strange, fragile oddity in her life. She was completely normal - and, as the only person constantly around - an utter novelty. And then Anya unknowingly stopped her mother's destructive, uncontrollable powers. The novelty soon became less novel, and the relationship between mother and daughter smoldered, with occasional solar flares.
Unsurprisingly, Anya longed to be normal, to live a mundane life. Such thoughts are far from uncommon. Surprisingly, she more or less succeeded. Adolescence brought with it a new freedom. She worked a shitty minimum wage job, drove a shitty used car, and played sports, like any kid her age. After high school, she opted out of college.
I DECIDED TO REDO THIS PART BUT THE SHORT VERSION IS: SHE GROWS UP AND ACTUALLY THINGS KIND OF SUCK AND SHE HAS TO EAT AND OCCASIONALLY BEING NOT-NORMAL IS KIND OF OKAY TOO.
ALSO ISABELLE.
Personality: Old dogs learning new tricks and all that, Anya retains many of the social awkwardness that permeated her adolescence. It probably doesn't help that she deals with awkward situations by slowly and PAINFULLY RAISING HER VOICE TO COPE WITH THE URGE TO CRAWL UNDER A ROCK. To the just-introduced, she's aloof, broody and a grouch. To people who have known her for much longer, she's a gentle giant - or a doormat.
She has the slightly dogged resignation of a child simultaneously smothered and shunned by its parent. Rather poor at arguing, especially with people she likes, Anya's far more likely to relent rather than screaming about something for hours. Mostly laid-back and accepting, she's also stupidly loyal to those she gets on well with, which is useful until she holds onto the loyalty for too long and it ends up getting her into trouble. Always an average student, she's no intellectual, but she understands the basics of mechanics and plays a mean game of Risk.
She sleeps infrequently and at inconvenient hours, is a light smoker, and sometimes forgets to feed herself, but is otherwise healthy, for now, and even has the developing bud of maternal instinct towards others who take such poor care of themselves.
Power: Anya can make things go away.
That's the short and rather inaccurate of things.
Her powers allow the negation, through physical contact, of other powers. It's far easier to block an internalized magic than one that has already been made physical, and there are some things, like the innate physical power trips of things-prefixed-“were”, that Aniah cannot stop at all. And if someone shoots a lightning bolt at her face...well, she's more likely to be crispy than come out on the winning end of that magic. A flame before it sparks, however, or a shield left behind as a safeguard, those sorts of things she can easily put to an end. It doesn't come with an off button, which is, more or less, normal for this sort of thing.
Once (and hopefully only once), she broke out into terrible hives shortly after using it.
That's the long and perhaps just as inaccurate of it all.