Anastasia van Drakke
Oct 26, 2010 7:08:50 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia van Drakke on Oct 26, 2010 7:08:50 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Anastasia Eva van Drakke
Nickname: it’s Anastasia or Eva. Call her Stacy or Anna and you will regret it.
Age:26
Member Group: Local, returning member of the MSAD
Power(s): Empathy and emotional manipulation.
Anastasia is very tuned into people’s feelings and emotions; she can sense them like a smell or feel them like a static shock, depending on the intensity. It’s taken her years to train this power to near it’s true potential, but she can now get an extremely clear reading on someone’s emotions by hearing them talk or listening to them. This does not work on, say, a video or audio recording; she has to be in their presence.
The other side to her power is much more dangerous. Not only can Anastasia sense a person’s emotions, she is able to actively push another emotion onto their psyche. If she is threatened, she can push the idea of fear into a person’s mind. They will feel extremely afraid, and though their fear will have no origin they can think of, it can be debilitating should Anastasia choose to push hard enough. The power is not always negative, of course. Should she choose, Anastasia can make anyone ecstatic, aroused, nervous, jealous... take your pick. However, it will only last as long as either she chooses to push it, or as long as the person is in her presence and is the object of her attention. If she actually touches the person, the change is much more of a compulsion, and the effects are much stronger. However, this causes her to feel the backlash of the emotion, which while not as strong can still cause her emotional trauma. As a result she usually avoids this, unless someone is physically attacking her.
The side effects are serious; Anastasia often suffers from debilitating mood swings, and, if she has overused her powers, she can have moments where any observer would seriously doubt her sanity. Extreme fits of rage are common, as are periods of mania and hyperactivity. As a result, Anastasia often has to resort to mood stabilizers to keep herself in check, though this dampens her powers and she never stays on them for long.
Play By: Kate Moss.Let it F L O W . . .
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess and her little brother, a handsome prince. Their parents were the king and queen of a huge (fur selling) empire and the four of them lived in a beautifulcastlemansion by the sea and wanted for nothing.
But the royal family had a dark and terrible secret, one they made sure to hide from the ignorant and barbaric peasants they lived amounts. The royal family were special in ways ordinary humans could only dream of, and made sure to mingle only with those that could understand and shared in the ownership of these special skills. The princess and the prince, like their parents had before them, attended a school for other students as gifted (or nearly) as they, and though they endured their teachers talks of tolerance and co-existence with the ungifted, the two royal children never lost sight of the message their parents had taught them; if you had powers, you were superior. Both children graduated school, the princess with honers, and they both settled back into their indulgent lives.
And then, one day, while the prince was playing a game with one of the barbarians, there was a terrible accident and the prince was killed.
The authorities found nothing to suggest foul play, and so the whole tragic incident was written off as a tragedy and the world moved on.
But the princess....
In the princess’s pretty head a dark little thought sprang to life
... and started to grow.***
It doesn't hurt me....
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School report, Senior year. Student: Anastasia van Drakke
Math: A
History: A
English: A
Science: B+
Drama: A
Anastasia shows excellent leadership skills, as well as being clearly able to relate to her fellow students. Her training as an empath has been extremely successful, with her obtaining a skill level well beyond the expected. A large number of the students, including her brother have, rightly so, looked to Anastasia as a role model and she has not been a disappointment. A thoroughly engaging girl, she can look forward to a bright future ahead of her.***
You want to feel how it feels?
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Private letter addressed to Hammel Principle, anonymous. Found in files, though marked as HOAX
There’s something not quite right about Miss van Drakke. I can’t provide any evidence but I’m sure her powers extend past those of an ordinary empath. The almost slavish devotion some of her fellow students have shown her is nothing less than suspicious. Her brother Dario has been under suspicion for bullying younger students, yet she remains a model pupil?
Also, there’s something off about that one runaway. She was said to be one of Anastasia’s friends! Her disappearance only two weeks after she broke up with Dario van Drakke is just too coincidental. Anastasia’s trainer may only have good to say of her, but with thewreckagetrail she leaves behind her of heartache, low self esteem, eating disorders and that one suicide attempt, hasn’t anyone thought there might be something more to it? This girl seems to have everyone wrapped around her little finger, and it doesn’t add up!
Act now, or you’ll be unleashing something very dangerous onto the public.
X***
You want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
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Article clipped from Newspaper, April 2004. Censored
America is in shock as the son of billionaire fur tycoon Vlad van Drakke was reported to have been killed in a freak tunnel collapse yesterday afternoon. Dario van Drakke, 22, was killed yesterday and two civilians injured when one of the major tunnels of one of the biggest petroleum mines in XXXXX unexpectedly collapsed. Experts are baffled at the tragic even.
“That tunnel was fully supported, and the buttresses show no signs of bending,” Dr XXXX XXXX, ecologist said. “It’s as if some great force pulled the rock inward. I can’t think of another explanation. Forensic evidence have shown us that Dario van Drake had the meta gene; perhaps this was simply an attempt to show off that backfired.”
The van Drakke family however are claiming foul play. Anastasia van Drakke, sister to Dario and well known socialite, says the facts are inconclusive, and the evidence suggests that Dario was hit before being crushed in the tunnel.
“There’s more too it then the forensic team are letting on,” Miss van Drakke said, “Dario being a meta has nothing to do with this disaster. It’s obvious someone had incapacitated him before the tunnel collapsed. My brother wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t accidentally kill himself.”
Miss van Drakke’s statement aside, support from the public has fallen almost solely on the sides of the two survivors, XXXX XXXX and XXXX XXXX. While the van Drakkes have declared this a show of anti meta sentiment, it is assumed that an investigation will rule the tragedy off as an accident, or a costly mistake by Dario van Drakke.***
You want to hear about the deal I'm making?
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Press release following the inquiry into the death of Dario van Drakke
It has been decided that no further investigation into the death of Mr van Drakke will take place. There is no evidence to suggest the casualty was caused by anything but a buttress giving way due to unseen wear and tear, or a similar natural misfortune.
Signed, Chief of Police:
XXXXX***
You, you and me...
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Newspaper clipping, August 2004. Suicide rattles State. Censored
The suicide of XXXX’s Chief of Police has left the department for justice in XXXX. XXXX, just 43, was found dead in his home in XXXX yesterday morning, having hung himself in his bathroom. A note was found next to the body, though the contents cannot be disclosed.
Well known socialite Miss Anastasia van Drakke was the last person to see Chief XXXX alive, and said he had shown no signs of a man feeling that depressed.
“He seemed just fine,” Miss van Drakke said. “We had tea, I asked about his fiancee... I have no idea, no idea at all why he would do something like this.”
Miss van Drakke went on to say she had remained in touch with the Chief after his role in investigating the death of her brother some months before hand. Chief XXX’s fiancee, XXXX said that they had been good friends, and that she had visited once or twice a month since April.
“I don’t know why he did it, but I hope he’s happier now,” Ms XXXX said.
Ms XXXX had been visiting her mother in XXXX at the time of the incident.***
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with god
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Audio Recording of Television Broadcast, September 2004
Female voice: “The American Ambassador to Russia has alerted authorities here that well known heiress, Anastasia van Drakke, has gone missing following the discovery of two bloody murders committed near the red light district. The St Petersburg police have thus far found no trace of her, but fear the worst. The van Drakke family refused to make a comment to our reporters this evening, though they have issued a statement that they would spare nothing in the hunt for their daughter. Following just months after Dario van Drakke’s death, it is hard to imagine what the fur tycoon must be feeling right now. Be sure to stay tuned as we bring you further information on this breaking story. Back to the studio.***
And I'd get him to swap our places
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Blog entry from Perez Hilton, at perezhilton.com/. Posted November 2005
From Russia with.... love?
Looks like Miss Anastasia found something other then fur to keep her warm this winter!
For any of you who’ve been living under a rock, Anastasia van Drakke’s the heiress sitting on that little empire that keeps our celebs and rock royalty all decked out in dead animal skins...
hmm...
Well, Stacy’s newest accessory isn’t a pelt! Since the trend setter’s mysterious trip to Russia, she’s been snapped with this hunk of salty goodness by her side all up and down New York,
Did Miss van Drakke order herself a Russian groom? LOL***
Been running up that road, been running up that hill,
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Interview clipped from Vanity Fair Magazine, December 2006. Anastasia bears all (well, almost!)
In a beaded Prada bodice and elegant gold Ralph Lauren skirt, and one of her trademark fur coats (this one white mink), Anastasia Eva van Drakke is, as always, a picture of style. Her platinum blonde hair is artfully tussled into bed hair to die for, smooched eyeliner to match. Her hazel eyes glint with mischief as she lights a cigarette and takes a drag. I can’t help but feel relaxed, even though this is the first time Anastasia has agreed to talk about the breakdown and her time in Russia.
VF: So, do you prefer Anastasia or Stacy?
Van Drakke: Not Stacy, anything but that (laughs). Anastasia or Eva is fine.
VF: So, to get this out of the way, our readers and, well, everyone is dying to know about the tall stranger you brought back with you from Russia two years ago! No one’s managed to find out anything about him!
Van Drakke: (laughs) Sorry, I’m not breaking the silence now. Ivan’s business is his own. If he doesn’t want to talk to you guys, I’m not going to talk about him!
VF: But you guys are together, right? Come, give us something!
Van Drakke: My lips are sealed.
VF: Fine, fine. Moving on. So, after your brothers death you were pretty outspoken about meta rights! We haven’t head much from you on that front for a while; would you still call yourself a meta activist?
Van Drakke: Lord no! I wasn’t myself then. I’m placing my faith in the Government for this one. They’ve got the big picture, I was concentrating on the small. It’s hard for even me to understand where I was coming from back then!
VF: Ah ok, quite a change in position then. Now, can you tell us a bit about that infamous incident at Coca bar back in 04?
Van Drakke: (sighs) It was a very dark time in my life. After Dario passed away, I lost track of myself for a while; I guess it just took a bit longer to hit home then I had expected. I lost my way and ended up completely loosing control of myself too. I'm deeply sorry for my actions, and I've made my apologies. Still, it's something I am still aware I need to make sure never happens again. I'm confident it won't.
VF: Your disappearance in Russia just after though, can you finally tell us what happened there?
Van Drakke: It's been made out to be some fantastic mystery! The answer is really very simple, so I hope you won't be disappointed. I met Ivan. It's fair to say I could tell almost instantly I'd met someone who would change my life; how often can we say that nowadays? We wanted to get away from the paparazzi, I was there to try and clear my head after all, so I found a cabin for us right outside the city, and had a sort of mini retreat.
VF: So Ivan Alvang is like a lifestyle coach?
Van Drakke: No, no. Ivan is Ivan. That's enough.
VF: Still as mysterious as always, Anastasia! Now, finally, we've heard you've purchased a house in Vermont, of all places! What's all this about?
Van Drakke: That's right. I'm moving there for the foreseeable future. It's a beautiful place for peace and quiet, just what I need right now.
VF: Will the enigmatic Mr Alvang be going with you?
Van Drakke: Of course!
Miss van Drakke is as elusive as ever, but there is no doubt her presence will be missed this coming season! Could there be a wedding on the horizon? Who knows, we might be interviewing Anastasia Alvang any time soon!***
With no problemsBehind the M A S K . . .Name: Neon!
Age:as old as time
RP Experience: my whole life has been a roleplay
How did you find us?: magic?Show your S K I L L S . . .
Killing him had been easier then she expected. She had never done it before. Oh, she’d pushed enough self loathing onto anyone at school who looked at her the wrong way to fill a clinic with eating disorders and self mutilators, but taking it that extra step...
She was surprised by how little it bothered her, when she heard he was dead. She didn’t know what she was expecting; a hollowness, nightmares, racking guilt...
But no, nothing.
So much the better.
Then the surges started.
Little ones at first; she broke a shoelace on her new Jimmy Choos and burst into tears, or almost broke a toe kicking a cupboard when the vodka bottle she was looking for wasn’t there.
Then it got worse. A woman pushed past her while Anastasia was browsing the new Gucci spring collection and in rage filled retaliation Anastasia pushed so much disgust onto the rude creature the unfortunate woman doubled over with nausea.
It came to a head when, at one of her favorite bars, some hapless ‘commoner’ was foolish enough to drop a comment about “that rich freak in the cave in”. Anastasia reached over, smashed a bottle against the counter and with an animalistic snarl, charged.
The magazines had a field week. There was no court case of course. A very large settlement was arranged, and her parents told the massing media it was a breakdown, suppressed grief, etc etc. It was decided she’d stay with her grandparents in St Petersburg until the whole scandal broke over.
The bar was noisy. Anastasia grimaced at the ripples of <lust/envy/curiosity/ arousal> that broke over her, and downed her drink in one go. It burned a little; Russian vodka had a proper kick. With a constrained sigh, Anastasia pushed herself up and grabbed her bag. She needed clean, cold, emotionless air. And a cigarette. God, she needed a cigarette.
Even with the ermine coat she had wrapped herself in, Anastasia still bit back a gasp at the cold, and crimson pained lips slipped into a smile as the frigid air blew the last straggles of second hand feelings from her mind. Cobblestones and cracked pavement slapped under boots worth more then most of the houses their owner walked past as Anastasia waved off the chauffeured car that had been waiting for her. She could do with a walk.
She could smell them before she could feel them. Vodka did not leave a smell; cheap moonshine did. Then the waves of <lust/fear/HATE> hit her mind like a powerful blow and left her almost winded, knocking her back into a rough pair of arms that held on tight. They snarled in Russian, the aggressive language scapeing her ears as their emotions scraped her mind.
<Freak. Stupid rich slut. Freak, freak freak. >
Her brain rattled and she screamed as she was knocked down, her hands clutching her head. Eyes screwed shut she pushed fear out, pushed terror and horror and anything she could think of to make them leave!
There was a wet tearing sound, and a scream. More screams and horror and terror pushed into her head and her own silver coated fingernails clawed her scalp bloody. Then something hot and wet splashed across her face and her eyes flashed open.
”Get away from me!
The scream tore out of her throat as she crawled back, all her usual attempts to keep composure dissolved in the need to get away, and stop the fear/death/hate/terror pushing through her brain, through her veins. The man who now stood before her, his face splattered red, paid no heed and moved closer. He bent, his arms reaching out.
”No, don’t touch me!” Anastasia commanded, still scuttling back. No more, she couldn’t take any more hatred. ”DON’T TOUCH ME!” It would take her, it would sweep her away over the cliffs of sanity and she would be lost. Arms looped under her legs and neck and Anastasia braced herself for madness...
<calm. Calm. smoldering anger, but fading fading... calm.>
The frantic gulping for air ceased, synapses and neurotransmitters kicked back several dozen gears. Anastasia stared up at the rescuer with amazement and, without intention, calmness. ”Who are you?.
