Anastasia Marie Crystl
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Occupation: None currently (wants to be actress or costume designer/model)
Age: 21
Status: Citizen
Height: 5ft 4in
Hair: Brown, long, straight
Eye color: Blue
Figure: Small body, hourglass figure
Other: Musical notes/staff around her wrist with alto clef, and a pentagram on the back of her right hand
Clothing: Denim shorts, rainbow knee-socks, polo, bow-tie/necktie
Personality:
She's a fun-loving spirit who loves colors, unicorns, and "geeky things". She tries as much as she can to blend in with the others around her but seems to always stick out. She loves shiny sparkly things, jewelry, and has a knack for costuming and design. She's sweet, sly, seductive, funny, and though single, wishes desperately for a relationship. She loves jokes and pranks as well. Her intelligence compared to a normal human's would be off the charts, but when it comes to the universe she's lost; and that's why she studies. She can keep her calm in a regular situation, but once she steps foot off Earth, everything changes; she become a curious and dependent individual who desperately needs guidance and aid.
Usually she's seen as weak or frail, due to her appearance, and this depresses her. She's had a history with depression and still to this day suffers from it. She can't stand being called names, and whenever she sees someone being bullied she takes out the anger onto them (which isn't always best). She's never afraid to stand up for anyone (though she's extremely fragile and sensitive), and this has gained her a few other "outcasts" whom she calls friends. Her brother is the only figure she can look up to in life, and so he's her hero, though when it comes to hopes and dreams they're practically polar opposites. Anastasia enjoys annoying her brother and is seen as a troublemaker, but has only been caught a handful of times.
Hobbies: Travel, art, adventure, music
Likes: Clothes, costumes, traveling, music
Dislikes: Criticism, being told her parents are dead, The Silence
Strengths: Magick, stealth, intelligence, speed
Weaknesses: Dalek voices, low stamina (can run fast, but once she stops she's exhausted)
Dream: To find her family and travel the universe
Studies: Magick/astronomy
Family: Alexander Xavier Crystl (brother, 29yrs old), mother and father (dead?)
Species Specialty: Turns into wolf at full moon
History:
When she was only 7 years old, Anastasia's parents abandoned her in downtown Paris, France. They had no food, no water, no money, and no shelter. They both were able to scrounge up enough money to survive, however. Her brother, Alexander, began living quite contently on Earth as a human, while Anastasia always wanted to know what was out there; in space. Now Alexander thrives in an apartment in downtown Paris. Anastasia lives with her brother, and always has, because he's all she has. She's been in no relationships her whole life, yet secretly dreams of love very much. Shemade friends in school, but they all think she's just a normal human. Eventually she gave up on the idea of fitting in and is okay with being a freak, but still won't appreciate any form of name-calling or taunting, due to her sensitivity. Her life-long journey and dream has been to recover her family whom she lost those many years ago, because she believes her parents are still out there; and she won't rest until she finds out why they left her and her brother to die. Alexander on the other hand disagrees, therefore she's alone, and just begging for someone to help her travel into the stars on a search for whatever lies out there beyond the stars.
How did I find you? ((The magic of Google.))
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Anastasia stood under the light of the closed book store behind her. She knew she had to reach that man across the street, and she knew she had to use only her wits and the contents of her backpack to get to him. Careful to not set off the Sonic Screwdriver, she reached her hand deep into the bag and pulled out her flashlight. Flicking it on did nothing. "W-what?" she whispered to herself in slight worry; she wouldn't be able to cross without checking for the dastardly Vashta Nerada she had learned lurked within the darkness. Bashing it against her palm a few times, the light flickered on, shining onto the black paved road. Letting out a sigh of relief, she began to check the darkness for unusual looking specks, floating weightlessly in the cold winter air.
"Of course..." Anastasia said quietly. There they were; the Vashta Nerada. She knew if she dare cross the street now, she'd have to be quick. Holding the light above her head, illuminating the area surround her, she carefully steps off the sidewalk. Her footsteps echoed in the silent street as she darted across to the doctor, as quickly as she could. She let out a heavy sigh as she reached the safety of the streetlight. "Oh, and Doctor..." she said, panting, as she pulled out the Sonic Screwdriver, "I think this is yours."