Post by The Sidhe on Feb 1, 2014 15:36:57 GMT -5
Volkov; Anastasia;Kishin
Name: Anastasia Volkov
Nickname: Anya, Stasia
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Kishin/ Rogue Weapon
Class: One
A Monstrous Body
Picture:
Appearance: Anastasia is of average height and weight for a woman her age. Her skin is pale in complexion while her eyes are a bright blue. Her hair is quite long and hangs down to her knees if she doesn’t put it up. Anastasia’s hair appears black, but is died pink underneath. On any given day she’ll wear it up if she has business to attend to, otherwise she simply lets her hair hang loose and generally get in the way of everything. As far as body types go, Anastasia is drop dead gorgeous. If her chest doesn’t distract you, her hips definitely will with the way she saunters around like she owns the place. As far as make up goes, Anastasia does the whole nine yards. Foundation, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, she does all of it and if it doesn’t look perfect she doesn’t leave the house.
For clothing, she dresses it up to the nines. Once a rich spoiled brat, always a rich spoiled brat. Everything Anastasia wears is ridiculously expensive. For colors, she varies. There isn’t any particular color that she doesn’t like but you don’t see her wearing orange or yellow very often. Her jewelry consists of real gems only. Gold and silver litter her jewelry boxes. Her shoes always have a heel of some sort. She also has a thing for stockings and rarely has an outfit where she doesn’t wear any. Anastasia loves putting things in her hair as well. Since she keeps it up every now and again, she has a variety of fancy clips and baubles.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 140lbs
Fighting Style:
Anastasia very rarely finds herself in a fighting position. Not only is she hellaciously lazy, but she also doesn’t really know how to fight. It takes a fairly dangerous situation to get her to bother with fighting. Even then, Anastasia’s first instinct will be to run and hide. She is cowardly in addition to being lazy. She’d rather have others fight for her; hence why she’ll send out water clones as a distraction so that she may escape. However if she does come to blows with someone, she stick to her water abilities as much as possible. Anastasia cannot take a hit and really can’t dish any out either. She has next to no physical strength and isn’t likely to do any damage regardless of how much she punches. She is, however, quite skilled with knives and she will put such skills to good use if forced.
Personality:
The laziest sociopath in existence. Anastasia is possibly the most manipulative person one could ever hope to meet. She has a way with words that charms people, right up until she drowns them and steals their souls. In addition she is terribly lazy. The day you catch her doing actual work is the day the world ends. It simply doesn’t happen. If she can find a way to make someone else do something for her, she will. Always speaking very formally with a Russian accent, Anastasia thinks very highly of herself. In her mind, she’s queen of the world and that is all that matters. Anyone who disagrees with her or opposes her will be put back in their place quickly and painfully. She believes that simply interacting with another person makes their lives exponentially better. They had the privilege of meeting her, what else could they possibly want in life?
Anger is generally kept in check with Stasia. She’s very calm and collected, as is required as it is part of her charm. However, there are tiny signs that Anastasia is becoming annoying with someone or another’s shenanigans. Her eye will twitch, she smiles a tad more than is necessary, and her speaking becomes very terse. Rare is the time where she loses control of her fury and lashes out, but when she does there will be blood. Expect hair pulling, scratching, and potential stabbing with any sharp object within her reach. Such an event is highly unlikely. Anastasia has masterful control over her own emotions and hardly ever lets them get away from her.
Sadness is something Stasia rarely ever knows. At best she’ll hardly notice, at worst she feels a brief moment of nostalgia for the good old days when times were easier. Rarely does she shed tears for she generally has no reason to. She’s queen of the world, why would she need to cry? If she sheds tears for any reason, she’s probably doing so from laughter. Anastasia doesn’t just laugh at the misfortune, she laughs and points. Even the tiniest mistake on the part of a stranger will be enough for her to stop and giggle at their stupidity. On another note, Anastasia is never wrong. Ever. Even if there is a fault in her logic, she will never admit it. Call her out on it and she will be highly, highly upset with you.
Anastasia’s loyalty can easily be won. All one needs to do it offer her money or something that she wants or needs and she’ll follow you until said bribe runs out. Promise her money and expensive things, and she’s all yours. However she may take a while in whatever task has been assigned to her. If she can’t just get it done by commanding one of her water clones to do it for her, it may take longer than expected as if it requires her getting up and doing something, she’ll have to put in extra effort to not be lazy. When she’s not waltzing around collecting riches in her various ways, you’re most likely to find her lazing about in the nearest pool or bathtub. Water is her element, and she strives to be as close to it as possible. It comforts her to be near to it, more than anything else does certainly.
Corrupt the Soul
Abilities:
Black Water – A terrible ability indeed. This one requires complete concentration on Anastasia’s part. Breaking focus even for one second will cause it to fail. All water within a fifty-foot radius of her turns a dark and murky color. In addition to this, whatever area she is immediately in will begin to flood. The water will overflow, no matter what contains it, right down to the pipes and sewer lines beneath Anastasia’s feet. Black water will flood whatever space she inhabits and if it gets high enough, it can and will drown people. However, break her focus in the slightest and this ability fails. Can only be used outside of Weapon form.
Boil – One of the more nasty powers Anastasia possesses. Any water present within a fifty-foot radius of her begins to boil. Pipes burst, fountains and pools become hazards to everyone’s general well being, and even rain drops become extremely hot in temperature and will burn terribly if they come in contact with skin. There must be physical contact when in Weapon form in order to use this ability.
Water Clones – This one requires some concentration on Anastasia’s part, although one rarely sees her use this in a battle. Stasia can summon up to three water clones of herself to cause a distraction and potentially slow down attackers. However as she is terribly lazy, you’ll mostly just see her having them run around getting things for her. Fetching the tv remote, bringing her food, ect. Cannot be used in Weapon form.
Weapon Form - Once upon a time, Anastasia was a regular old student at Shibusen. Her Weapon form is that of a Stiletto dagger, taking a simple yet elegant shape of darkened metal.
Partial Form - Anastasia's partial form is simple. The blade of her dagger form emerges from the space where her wrist meets her palm, much like an assassin's blade.
Madness Theme: Water
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
- Agile
- Highly Intelligent
- High Endurance
Weaknesses:
- Physically Weak
- Low Stamina
- Poor Strategist
Hobbies:
Swimming – Anastasia took an interest in swimming while she was still a child. Thinking it a good skill to have so their daughter wouldn’t drown, her parents encouraged her. While she’s not necessarily Olympic level, she would certainly make a good life guard with her swimming…if she weren’t too lazy to rescue those who were drowning that is.
Singing – Anastasia has a lovely singing voice. At one point in time she was considering trying to get a record deal but certain events happened that sent that idea down the drain. Still, it isn’t uncommon to hear Anastasia wandering about humming or singing softly to herself. If she ever builds up enough effort, one may even find her in full on concert mode singing her heart out, but those times are rare.
Poetry – Anastasia is fully capable of writing beautiful poems. But again, she’s so lazy she hardly does so. She has the mind for it and her imagination is certainly not lacking, but it takes so much effort to put pen to paper. Most poetry she thinks of is said out loud right when it enters her mind so that she can just be done with it.
Sleeping – Anastasia loves nothing more than to stay in bed all day. While she will sleep through most of the morning and afternoon, she’s usually up and wandering around by the time night falls. In addition, do not try and wake a sleeping Anastasia. Heads will roll.
Likes:
- Water
- Rain
- Swimming
- Sleeping
- Singing
- Money
Dislikes:
- Stupid People
- Excessive Sunlight
- Putting Effort into Anything
- Waking Up Early
- Not Having Money
- Paisley
History:
Anastasia Volkov was born on February 15th. Her family was exceedingly wealthy and she was spoiled from the moment her parents brought her home from the hospital. Whatever Stasia wanted, Stasia got. All she needed was to ask for it. Her lazy habits started early on. She would have the maids do everything for her from fetching her dinner to occasionally finishing her homework when she was too lazy to do it herself. Raised in Moscow, Anastasia grew accustomed to the cold and would always venture outside in the winters to play in the snow. The fountain in the courtyard occasionally froze over solid enough for her to skate on. While spoiled rotten, she was a happy child. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened until her parents wandered past her room to discover that instead of their daughter found a dagger tucked into bed. her mother being a Weapon herself knew immediately that her daughter would one day attend Shibusen.
At the age of fifteen, Anastasia was shipped off to Death City with an entourage of two maids and the nanny she’d known since she was young. Her parents purchased her a lavish apartment and made sure their daughter would be living in the way that she had grown accustomed to prevent too much homesickness. Everything went smoothly for Anastasia it seemed. She found a Meister shortly after she began attending her new school. The two were quite the pair once they got into the swing of things. They took Kishin Eggs rather easily and as a year went by, they moved in together for convenience. Another two years passed and the two began dating.
And here, it seems, is where everything went terribly, terribly wrong.
The first thing that happened was a family matter. Anastasia’s mother was in a terrible car accident that put her in a coma for two months before she passed away. Stasia was devastated, absolutely inconsolable. Of course her wonderful Meister was there for her through the ordeal, comforting her at all times. But then there was another strike to poor Anastasia’s mind. A dear friend of hers felt it was only fair to inform her that her beloved Meister and lover was cheating on her. Anastasia snapped. Deciding to make good use of her partial form, she waited for him to return home. She ushered the maids and her old nanny from the house on errands. Anastasia took him by surprise, calling out for him from the hallway and pouncing once he was near enough. She was brutal. She didn’t know how many times she stabbed him, but when she finally stopped Stasia could no longer recognize him. Blood coated her face and hands, clung to her clothes and dripped from her hair. This wasn’t what caught her attention, though. His soul, a glowing orb, hovered within what was left of his ribcage. Anastasia was hypnotized by it and a thought struck her. Eat his soul and he shall be with me forever.
And so she devoured her lover’s soul.
But that wasn’t enough. The power she felt course through her was immense. She wanted more, had to have more. Devising a cunning plan, Anastasia hauled her Meister’s body into their room and hid it under the bed. She didn’t bother with the blood save to cover herself in it entirely. Once satisfied with how terribly hurt she looked, Stasia filled the tub with water and lay in it. The first maid returned home and called out worriedly for the young Anastasia upon seeing the blood soaked hallway. Reaching the bathroom, she thought Anastasia had been hurt and ran to her side immediately. A fatal mistake on her part. Anastasia grabbed the poor woman by the shoulders and dragged her into the tub with her, kneeling on her ribcage and holding her head beneath the red water. When she stopped struggling, Anastasia used her partial form to carve the woman’s chest open to get at her soul. She repeated this pattern for both the second maid and the nanny.
There was a problem now, though. Anastasia had four dead and soulless bodies in her apartment and blood was all over everything, including her. This was going to be a bitch and a half to clean up, or so she thought. The more she worried about it, the more she noticed something. The water in the tub that held three of her victims was quivering. There was no need for it to be moving in any way. The maids and nanny were dead in every sense of the word. Focusing on the blood stained floor from where she’d tracked footprints, Stasia watched the water slowly but surely wind up and out of the tub and wash away the evidence. The carpet in the hall would be stained perfectly, but she didn’t care. In the back of her mind, the water made more sense than she originally thought. Her resonances with her now deceased Meister had always revolved around water somehow. Using her newfound ability to clean herself up, Anastasia packed her bags and bought a ticket for the first flight back to Moscow. She did not inform her father she was returning home. He’d know soon enough.
Anastasia’s father was overjoyed to have his daughter at home. Telling him how her Weapon had betrayed her through crocodile tears was more than enough for Anastasia to be welcomed home with open arms. He did wonder where her entourage was, but she merely stated she had been in such a state of shock that she’d forgotten to tell them where she was going. He believed his daughter, of course, and allowed her to stay at home for however long she needed to recover from such a horrible emotional trauma. This would prove to be the last mistake her father ever made. Over the course of several weeks, the staff responsible for keeping the Volkov mansion prim and proper were found drowned, one after the other. Naturally one of the staff was suspected, but they could never quite figure out which. Anastasia had started to spend more and more time lazing around in bed or spending half the day in the shower. Her father was worried about his daughter but thought it best he not bother her. She would recover on her own after all. She was an adult; she could do whatever she pleased.
After three months, the only two people left on the estate were Anastasia and her father. The remaining staff that hadn’t been found drowned somewhere on the grounds had fled the mansion. Her father really should have taken it as a sign but he didn’t. Imagine his surprise that night when his daughter snuck into his room beat him over the head with an old book end. She dragged hi body down the hall to the nearest bathtub and held him underwater until his heart stopped beating. She’d consumed nearly all of the servants’ souls, and now her father’s soul would be devoured as well. Explaining the situation to police through tears, they were skeptical. Unfortunately when they entered the mansion to investigate, they found that the place had flooded sometime the night before. Traces of murky water could be found in puddles throughout the house and any evidence of who had committed the crime had been washed away. Though suspicious of the young woman, the police had no choice but to let her go. Without any pesky police in the way, Anastasia inherited the estate. Taking no chances, she took her money and skipped town, running off to England.
Once in London, Anastasia took to her lazy habits once again; spending money like it was going out of style and avoiding any and all types of work. Becoming too lazy to even think of leaving her room most of the time, she focused on creating water clones to do her bidding for her within the house. However, her wealth eventually began to dwindle down. Stasia needed to find a new source of income, but she was far too lazy to find a job, plush she’d never finished school so she would likely never be hired. The only visible option was to find a millionaire and get hitched. Taking into account the more likely places to find a man suited to her expensive tastes, Anastasia eventually found who she was looking for. While a bit older than her, he was quite possibly richer than even her parents had been while still alive. After a whirlwind or charming words and wistful glances, the two were married after six months. The marriage didn’t last long. Maybe two months later was when the relationship went sour. Anastasia’s husband didn’t take kindly to her lavish spending habits. Her charm was no longer capable of keeping him fooled. He never got the chance to cry divorce. Anastasia drowned him the pool before that happened, claiming he’d been drinking the previous night and had decided to go swimming. Believing the crocodile tears, Anastasia inherited his estate and continued on her merry way.
This began a pattern for Anastasia. It was the perfect plan after all. She’d find a wealthy suitor, charm him into marrying her, and then kill him. Not only did she take their money but she also devoured their souls, growing more powerful. Eventually she left England, moving on to France, Italy, Finland, and then finally she landed in America. She missed Death City, but she wasn’t stupid enough to go back just yet. So instead she decided to spend some time in New York. Sticking with her pattern of serial widowing, Anastasia promptly found one of the richer bankers on Wall Street and charmed him right into a watery grave. Having collected quite a large sum of money over the years, and even managing to invest some so she wouldn’t run out anytime soon, Anastasia purchased a rather lavish penthouse for herself in the center of the city. Tired of wandering, the lazy girl decided she’d stick around for a while. After all, why bother moving when she could just lie in bed all day?
Extra Notes:
- Do not disturb Anastasia while she is sleeping. You will regret it.
- Anastasia has been married fifteen times.
- Anastasia occasionally will wear her old wedding rings. They’re just too beautiful to keep locked up in a jewelry box, after all.
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Behind the strings
Alias: Leila
Other characters: Misaki Saito, Zuri Kidawa, Dante Giovanni, Arlie Davis, Lior Menke
Face Claim: Stocking, Panty and Stocking with Garter Belt
RP Sample:
How he managed to be so annoying at such a late hour was beyond Anastasia. She’d told him several times over that if he was going to work late to at least tip toe through the halls rather then storm through like a juggernaut. Sighing, the Russian sat up slowly in her bed, stretching her arms above her head and yawning. Damn did she hate when things ended like this. Was it really so hard to stay quiet? Slowly she rose to her feet and sauntered down the hallway to her husband’s office. Really though, she’d told him on several occasions to keep the noise down. Pausing as she reached the door, a smile formed on her face. Well, there was certainly an easy way to fix that. Turning on her heel, Anastasia headed to the bathroom instead. Once there, she ran a bath and waited until the tub was full. She really needed to quit with this bad habit of hers.
Scanning the room, her eyes fell on a porcelain vase. It wasn’t her taste, far too bright for her, but it would have to do. Grabbing the expensive piece of pottery, Anastasia looked towards the door. If this didn’t get his attention then it would seem her husband was even lazier than her. First she retrieved a razor from the medicine cabinet. Grinning in a manner that made her look more exhausted than devious, Anastasia threw the piece of porcelain, watching it shatter against the tiled floor. She waited a few seconds before taking a deep breath and screaming bloody murder. Just the one prolonged shriek of terror usually did the trick. Sure enough, there was the sound of a door being thrown open. This noise was followed quickly by hurried footsteps down the hall towards her,
“Anastasia?!”
The Russian had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling. That would give her away after all. Standing, she made her way over to the door and hid behind it. This entire charade was dependent on the element of surprise after all. Lawrence was handsome, Anastasia would give him that. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, it was hard not to be at least mildly attracted to him. However mild attraction would do nothing for him in this scenario. As he entered the room and found it empty, he grew more panicked,
“Stasia? Where are you, are you alright?”
Putting on her best pained expression, Anastasia gripped the blade in her hand so she bled, sliding it onto the counter silently. With her partial form, she wouldn't be needing it. Next were the tears,
“L-lavrence?”
Her husband turned to see Anastasia on the verge of tears. Spying her bleeding hand, his concern immediately turned to panic. Rushing to her side, Lawrence grasped her injured hand,
“Anastasia what happened?”
“I-I vas goingk to take a bath, b-but I guess t-that some of the vater splashed on the floor and I slipped and b-broke the w-wase and I c-cut my hand a-and-“
And with that the sobbing began and Lawrence could do nothing more than try and comfort his poor, injured wife. With Lawrence’s arms wrapped around her, Anastasia sobbed rather convincingly into his shoulder and repeated the gesture. The idiot didn’t even notice her summon her partial form with her left hand hidden behind his back,
“Sshhh, it’s alright. It’s just a little cut, you’ll be alright dear.”
“I-I vill, I k-knov…”
Turning her head and looking up at him through those perfected crocodile tears, Anastasia twisted the blade so it was positioned correctly. The act was over,
“But I’m afraid you von’t be, my dear~.”
Lawrence barely had enough time to register a look of confusion before Anastasia drove the knife into his side, angling it between the ribs and twisting. While he was distracted by the pain, the Russian grinned madly and drove her husband backwards. She ignored the broken shards of porcelain littering the floor. This was why one should always have shoes on in her opinion. Anastasia forced him back until he hit the tub with the back of his legs and tumbled in. She wasted no time in jumping in with him, water splashing everywhere. Though he struggled, he was no match for her. This point was driven home by the fact that the water swirled and whipped around in long tendrils about the floor where it had been spilled. Anastasia really did need to control her excitement otherwise she may have a flood on her hands.
The water obeyed her, swaying more towards Lawrence’s face than anywhere else. This was not a fast process, drowning someone, but it was the one Anastasia knew best. Besides, there was usually minimal blood which meant less time she had to spend cleaning up. It took perhaps ten minutes of her holding him under, water soaking through their clothing, droplets clinging to her skin. Slowly she released the vice-like grip she’d had on his shoulders and sat back, watching, waiting. Lawrence did not stir. Grinning, Anastasia giggled. These giggles turned to laughs and soon the room was filled with echoes of hysterical laughter. She really did enjoy this too much. But the fun part hadn’t even started yet.
Anastasia pulled her hand and the blade protruding from her wrist back and watched it slowly disappear.. She stared down at Lawrence, the look on her face resembling gone of deep thought. A blank expression then graced her features as she leaned slowly down, submerging her own face in the water and pressing one last kiss to her late husband’s lips. Surfacing, she smiled,
“This all could hawe been awoided had you only listened, lapushka.”