Post by sekakykare on Mar 18, 2011 14:54:31 GMT -5
Anastasya Mae Matevelis
"Don't wait for your ship to come, swim out and get it."
. B A S I C . I N F O .
NAME Anastasya Mae Matevelis
NICKNAMES Stasya, Stas, and Ana.
GENDER Female
RACE? Part-Fae (Her abilities are Psychometry and Empathy )
AGE 25
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
NAME Anastasya Mae Matevelis
NICKNAMES Stasya, Stas, and Ana.
GENDER Female
RACE? Part-Fae (Her abilities are Psychometry and Empathy )
AGE 25
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
. A P P E A R A N C E .
HAIR A cocoa mane of waves and here-and-there curls.
EYES Clouded azure orbs.
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 126
FEATURES Her skin is a blend of ivory and gold, but can become red in the summer- she’s easily burned, but porcelain pale in the days of the winter season. Her nose stops roughly in the center of her face, and rounds at the end- there is no hump in the cartilage, and her average lips are normally dry or coated with chap-stick. Her lashes are long and black, and her eyebrows naturally arch. Her forehead is smooth, but covered by a small bunch called bangs. She never was much of a freckled baby, but her cheeks have a permanent rose flush that’s very easily over-looked and for good reason. Aside from two ear piercings, Anastasya doesn’t have much hiding beneath clothes.
[/size]HAIR A cocoa mane of waves and here-and-there curls.
EYES Clouded azure orbs.
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 126
FEATURES Her skin is a blend of ivory and gold, but can become red in the summer- she’s easily burned, but porcelain pale in the days of the winter season. Her nose stops roughly in the center of her face, and rounds at the end- there is no hump in the cartilage, and her average lips are normally dry or coated with chap-stick. Her lashes are long and black, and her eyebrows naturally arch. Her forehead is smooth, but covered by a small bunch called bangs. She never was much of a freckled baby, but her cheeks have a permanent rose flush that’s very easily over-looked and for good reason. Aside from two ear piercings, Anastasya doesn’t have much hiding beneath clothes.
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
LIKES Pastries, coke, soccer, tennis, photography, art, and English.
DISLIKES Nasty-ass people, coffee, cherries, nudists, and piteous people.
STRENGTHS Determination, loyalty, courage, caution, and perseverance.
WEAKNESSES Caring, rebellious at times, negative, unrestrained, and self-reliant.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Anastasya leans mostly on herself, literally and figuratively. Because of her disability, or so she believes, she doesn’t much like touching people- this including men. Therefore, she is very assertive at times, and not easily persuaded. Behind her ‘tough’ exterior, she’s very calm, but she’s built a brick wall around her, and no one has tore it down; maybe it’ll erode someday, but for now, she stays introverted.
LIKES Pastries, coke, soccer, tennis, photography, art, and English.
DISLIKES Nasty-ass people, coffee, cherries, nudists, and piteous people.
STRENGTHS Determination, loyalty, courage, caution, and perseverance.
WEAKNESSES Caring, rebellious at times, negative, unrestrained, and self-reliant.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Anastasya leans mostly on herself, literally and figuratively. Because of her disability, or so she believes, she doesn’t much like touching people- this including men. Therefore, she is very assertive at times, and not easily persuaded. Behind her ‘tough’ exterior, she’s very calm, but she’s built a brick wall around her, and no one has tore it down; maybe it’ll erode someday, but for now, she stays introverted.
. H I S T O R Y .
FAMILY She left town at 18 when it was legal to do so, and she has not looked back since. She inhibits any contact with her family, and for good reason.
HOME TOWN Bon Temps
OVERALL HISTORY Anastasya was born with her disabilities with no idea that she was what she is. Of course life was very slow moving- crowds of people overwhelmed her, and school became difficult. At a very young age, Anastasya became anti-social and excluded from cliques- which she had no problem for at all. She never was a make-up or fashionable girl, and so she never met the standards of the 'popular' crowd, and jocks just never knew what they were missing- not that Anastasya knew that; for her, that was blasphemy. Not that she never wanted a boyfriend, not that she never wanted friends, not that she didn't want to be close to her parents, but she never could only because she couldn't stand their emotions. When she was alone, secluded in her own room or in an empty field, she felt relieved- there, she could be herself, and feel herself instead of how everyone else did. People greatly influenced her, including students and family in her childhood.
During school, even a bump on the shoulder could make her cringe or even collapse. Some memories of peoples were horrid, and others were so happy they made Anastasya cringe in jealousy. Back home, her life was miserable; not because there was no money, but because her father was an alcoholic, and her mother had gone through a real tough childhood- this history makes her almost miserable herself at all times, and therefore, Anastasya feels that misery. Her father on the other hand almost always has either no emotions, or has a cruel vibe which Anastasya can pick up on. A concoction of misery and cruelty made Anastasya's home-life harsh. She could not wait until she could escape it all, and so when she graduated she was gone so quick, she didn't even say goodbye. Her mother was a mess and so was her father, in different ways, and Anastasya was an only child so she was leaving no one behind devastated.
FAMILY She left town at 18 when it was legal to do so, and she has not looked back since. She inhibits any contact with her family, and for good reason.
HOME TOWN Bon Temps
OVERALL HISTORY Anastasya was born with her disabilities with no idea that she was what she is. Of course life was very slow moving- crowds of people overwhelmed her, and school became difficult. At a very young age, Anastasya became anti-social and excluded from cliques- which she had no problem for at all. She never was a make-up or fashionable girl, and so she never met the standards of the 'popular' crowd, and jocks just never knew what they were missing- not that Anastasya knew that; for her, that was blasphemy. Not that she never wanted a boyfriend, not that she never wanted friends, not that she didn't want to be close to her parents, but she never could only because she couldn't stand their emotions. When she was alone, secluded in her own room or in an empty field, she felt relieved- there, she could be herself, and feel herself instead of how everyone else did. People greatly influenced her, including students and family in her childhood.
During school, even a bump on the shoulder could make her cringe or even collapse. Some memories of peoples were horrid, and others were so happy they made Anastasya cringe in jealousy. Back home, her life was miserable; not because there was no money, but because her father was an alcoholic, and her mother had gone through a real tough childhood- this history makes her almost miserable herself at all times, and therefore, Anastasya feels that misery. Her father on the other hand almost always has either no emotions, or has a cruel vibe which Anastasya can pick up on. A concoction of misery and cruelty made Anastasya's home-life harsh. She could not wait until she could escape it all, and so when she graduated she was gone so quick, she didn't even say goodbye. Her mother was a mess and so was her father, in different ways, and Anastasya was an only child so she was leaving no one behind devastated.
. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .
YOUR NAME Stasia Mae
YOUR AGE 15
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 5 years
HOW YOU FOUND US I searched True Blood.
FACE CLAIM Miya Herming
RULES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
SPECIES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
YOUR NAME Stasia Mae
YOUR AGE 15
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 5 years
HOW YOU FOUND US I searched True Blood.
FACE CLAIM Miya Herming
RULES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
SPECIES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
Roleplay Sample:
A slight drizzle had began to fall from the white clouds above, obviously no sign of serious danger. A hollow sound echoed from deep within the forest, dark from the canopy of green. The soft rustle of the leaves sent a whisper into his ears. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he held the reigns of his trusted horse, Hawk, which was also his middle name. The horse was the color of a shadow, as if the man was really a beast inside, though really his companion for life was this large dark horse. Patting at his neck, the man hushed him as he began to neigh; a plea for attention was all it was.
"Stop that," chuckled the saddled up body a top, a bag on his back. His shirt was unbuttoned almost to the bottom, enough so that it fell off his shoulders sending a shattering sparkle in any female that wished to glance at his toned body within the white shirt. This also brought pity at the wounds that displayed there. A few stab wounds were sewn shut in a very quick manner, and a gun shot wound was covered by gauze, though seeping through were the remains of the dried blood. The rest of his body was covered in scrapes and bruises, along with a slice across his cheek, almost healed.
The sun quickly began to fall, and so the man leaped down and headed toward a nearby cottage off the road. He figured this was a bed and breakfast, and so he was correct. He made his way through the thick grass, nothing new, and led his companion to the stables before taking a short walk to the entrance and walking inside. He soon realized his shirt was as it was, and immediately began to button it up, though due to the rain it was transparent just about. He shrugged, he'd been through worse then letting woman see his body, even if they were a bit older or younger.
He wore boots, and his pants were tucked inside; his shirt let loose as obvious. Running his hand through his hair to run out the water, he took a few steps to the nearest woman who greeted him. After explaining it was to his thinking, a bed and breakfast. She led him to his room after he asked about his horse, and in his room he sat on the bed, and stared out the window. Tomorrow he would be at the brothel to stay a fort-night.
Arival
The sun reached over the horizon, sending rays to shine through his window and send his pupils to expand. This woke his mind from its sleep, and he soon realized that on his body was the clothing he came to the place for. Quickly he rose himself up, and down the stairs he went. Of course he went to pay, but the woman seemed to notice his wounds, and let him go free; after a few biscuits and a cup of tea that is. A few thanking departure words sent him out to the stables to Hawk.
Once he reached Hawk, he made sure the male horse had eaten hay, and was full before they were on their journey again. It would be soon that they would be arriving there. Once out of the forest they were in the grassy plains. Around him the silent whisper of the wind caressed his nose, and touched his ears. His horse was at a trot now, not fast enough to throw him off his saddle.
Blonde locks were pulled back as the gusts of wind suddenly changed its direction right at his face. His emerald gaze was brought to a halt as water began to make a filmy haze above his pupil. After blinking it away several times, he wiped the evidence with his hands and turned his head slightly down so the wind would have direct access to his eyes as it sped past. His horse seemed to have no problem at all.
Ahead of him a few miles was the slope where the brothel was. When he first came he was a hit with the ladies, all the prostitutes obvious by the way they acted, tugged at his jacket and pulled at his hair. He figured he was a higher rank, but it still astonished him that the ladies were so fond of newly honored generals in the army. General Samuel Hawk Raton- Magic.
Night of the Murder
After finishing up in his room he decided to pay for his few days worth, he figured a nice place like so could restore his health before he went on his way back home again. He understood that there were rumors of other human generals and soldiers staying at the Brothel, but to be all honest, Samuel cared of only one thing, and that was to get his ass on his way home.
losed lids in an enclosed room by himself. The nights order proceeded as so: Settling down stairs at the small bar counter, really more of a restaurant that served drinks, he was flustered by the enormous amount of woman who rushed to his aid. Two maybe three was a lot for Samuel for he wasn t used to it, and honestly didn t much like it. He d rather be in his room alone reading a book then in that place, but after a few drinks, though he had shooed them away, it was probably a better time for females to run up to him. As they did, he just smiled, and acted as drunk as possible to get certain things, but in the end, he stumbled up the stairs and to his room with a beautiful lady, and suddenly acted less drunk for it was really a fake. Turning to her, he bowed and hugged her. Waving her adieu, he turned and shut the door on her shocked face. No money for her. Oh Goodness! So much money LOST, yet Sam couldn't give a damn.[/center]The Truth Unravels
Samuel woke to stamping of feet and many gasps and screams. He hopped up to his feet, flew down the hallway, and towards where the noise was emanating from. Though he had gotten slight drunk, it was enough to make him disagreeable nor unpleasant, and so his mind was working at tip top shape and so his battle ready mind jolted him towards the focal point of the disaster.
Pushing through women he found himself staring at a poof of blood, and woman so shocked her face was lit pearl, and her nightgown drenched slightly. Running to her he picked her stunned body up, and carried her to a room to lay her on a bed. Leaving her there, as he did recall her name, he stopped.
"You'll be alright Adara," after his words, he went back to the room and stared around. It was obvious that it was work of magic, nothing could have escaped the confines of the room without a sign of a witness, and so he leaned back against the wall, and rested his head back.
Seeing how he was a general for the magic, and he was in the building the night of the murder which took place, he realized that soon the police would show, and take him in.
He also knew that the female would be a first suspect, but it didn't mean anything, she didn't mean anything, because she was a typical prostitute who would take control of the interrogation officer with her work; also though, she couldn't have been the murderer for she had been asleep, the corps had been there for a few hours, she was showing high signs of shock. Though, also, it shouldn't mean much in the court of law, but Samuel knew that she was only a prostitute and a prostitute wouldn't kill its money.
Interrogation
Sitting in a room surrounded by many officers, Samuel crossed his arms and waited to enter the room.
* * *
It was quick, and for now he was not really crossed off the list of suspects for the woman who brought him to his room confessed that she had, honestly, walked him to his room$-not stayed. He was not entirely crossed off only because inside his room he could, with his 'magic' abilities, kill someone from the room. Any one of his kind would know that that takes a lot more skill then though of, plus it takes a lot of energy and work, but what officer knew that? They didn't have to study to know how to live there life, which is what upset Samuel about the humans so much. If they could live peacefully together it would be fine except for the fact that in all seriousness, it was impossible because humans took way too much for granted.
Of course Samuel was told he had to stay at the Brothel but they would pay for his stay. They weren't going to let him flee yet, and so he returned and sat in the comfort area where he sat in a chair, laid his head back, and let out a long and loud exhale.
