Anya Vasiliev

[Anya Vasiliev]

The Basics

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Name: Anya Valeriya Vasiliev
Nicknames: Ma'am, Yess'm, Miss. V
Age: 28
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Trainer, and teacher of English
Powers: Power Suppression
Play By: Sophie Ellis Bextor

The Details

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Vivid Blue
Any Piercings? Her ears
Any Tattoos? A very small cresent on the nape of her neck, often hidden under hair.
Any Scars? None that she knows of.
General Appearance: Anya is a powerhouse of woman. She may be quite petite to look at, and she may well look as sweet as your very favourite auntie, but this is a woman who is extremely self assured. From the casual ease she can slip from her hair tied back, ready for business, to down and luxurious, to the way her eyes hold a keen sharpness, you are not prepared to face Miss Vasiliev alone.

For one thing, she is disarmingly pretty. She doesn't look like a bitch, in fact, she looks sweet and gentle, with brightly coloured, neatly tailored clothing, and a slouchy, comfortable bag hung around her shoulders. With a pleasently hourglass, though not too buxom figure, and long, pianist's fingers, Anya is not the sort of woman you would expect her to be. She looks demure, delicate, a wilting flower of airs and graces.

Her nails are often very carefully painted a glossy deep red, and she does so enjoy a little splash of perfume, but aside from that, Anya allows herself few luxuries. She dresses to the point, leaving no distractions for teenage boys (not that it stops them), and her makeup is exactly the same. Her belief is she is there to teach, not to make eyecandy for the rest of the populace, and if you don't like it? Sit and spin.
Personality: To handle Miss Vasiliev, perhaps it is wise to say she has seen it all, heard it all, and tires of it all. From a young age she has been keenly aware of her powers, and finds them at best, a burden she must simply bear alone. A strong minded, firm woman, while her exterior suggest elsewise, this lady is no fool. Ruling her classroom with a stern fist that has gained her few admirers, she is the ultimate rule in looks being decieving.

But yet, Anya is not just some terrible battleaxe who lacks any emotion whatsoever. She likes the smell of the school after the rain has fallen, and will happily share what lunch she has packed amongst staff members, or even students who are struggling to get all their meals in. Firm but fair, she loves those who work hard, and comes down hard on slackers. Though her exterior shell is tough and hard to crack, inside, she is warm and friendly, always willing to spend extra time with a student that shows extrodinary promise, or even sitting with a colleague, listening to their troubles and trying her very best to solve them.

The problem is, Anya has a horrendously short temper. She will verbally chew out students and critics of her technique alike. She believes that a certain amount of fear and respect will produce the desired results needed to pass a student at the end of the year. Sadly, she is also a bit of a loner. Despite all of the social warmth she emits when around the right people, she is untrusting, due to her past, and struggles to open up to people that she likes a great deal.

Your Vices

Likes:
. Reading
. Intellegence
. Hard Workers
. The smell of cherry blossom
. Winter Olympics
. Home brewed coffee
. Baking
. Albino Mice
. Siamese Cats (She owns one)
. The colour red
. Sunrise
Dislikes:
. Slackers
. Those who critique her work
. Uncontrolled power
. Cheap coffee
. Liars
. Terriers of any sort (she was bitten by one as a child)
. Scorpions
. Cucumber
. Murky days with no sunshine
. The colour grey
Strengths:
. Her power control - she is fantastic at it
. Cooking - eat her food, never eat anything else again
. Catching people doing things they aren't supposed to
. Skiing - She was a junior champion back in Russia
. Listening - tell her anything and she will listen quietly
. Arguing - Don't even try to beat her.
Weaknesses:
. Forgiveness - She holds grudges close to her heart for a long time
. Taking advice - No matter how you advise her, she does the opposite
. Getting up in the morning - She struggles, especially after using her power a lot during the day before
. Giving up on people - She does it far too easily
. Wrapping gifts - Cellotape and wrapping paper EVERYWHERE
. Drawing - She's about as artistic as a blind, deaf, armless, legless person.
Fears: Her greatest fear is that she will be let down by someone she cares about. For this reason she struggles to let people in. She also fears being taken away from the school - she loves the place, even if she's a fierce lady.
Secret: The reason she acts the way she does is due to a messy divorce with a childhood sweetheart. He wasn't meta. He betrayed her badly.

Family Ties

Father: Petr Vasiliev
Mother: Nataliya Vasiliev
Siblings: None, she was an only child.
Any Other Important People: Her ex husband - Kirill Nikitin. Her Cat, not so much a person - Dashenka.

History

Anya Vasiliev was born to a wealthy Russian family in the outskirts of St. Petersburg. She grew up to be a very happy young girl, participating in Skiing, Ice Skating and Horse riding. She excelled at Skiing, and was the Junior Champion in 1995. Her mother and father both doted on her, and some would describe her as a spoilt child, though she never acted much like one. She was expected to become an athlete and compete in Winter Sports.

Around 8, she had a crush on a young, charming businessman named Kirill. She and him often spent afternoons together playing and enjoying each other's company. However, at a young age she began to develop her abilities. Around 9, she began to block out TV signals when she was distressed. No one thought much of it, and Anya continued her studies at an ordinary school. Aged 10, however, there was an incident. A rogue Meta (one with super strength) caused a terrible ruccus in the city. Her father was hurrying her to safety when the Meta grabbed her ankles.

Anya was terrified, and gripped onto the man to try and get her ankle free. It was then that the Meta, weakened by her power, was taken down. She now had the interest of Hammel. Packing her bags, she was quite excited to be going abroad, though, with great sadness she said her goodbyes to Kirill. Time at Hammel went past quickly. She was an eager, intellegent student who showed great promise as she went through classes recieving high marks left right and center. Hammel became her beloved home, and whilst her mother and father had moved closeby, she never got used to being outside Hammel's walls.

Once Anya had left Hammel, she began training as a teacher and trainer. She returned to Russia in the summer to find Kirill waiting for her. It was then that her life turned for the worst. Believing Kirill was to be trusted, she told him about her life at Hammel and what she could do. At first, he seemed to be genuinely amazed and interested, they wed later that year and Anya felt like her life was so perfect, but it was a farce.

After 3 years of marriage, it became clear that Kirill was not the man he pretended to be. He began chastising Anya for her powers, and regularly locked her in the home, so she could not escape. He sold her to the papers, and betrayed her trust so greatly that she demanded a divorce. It took another year of constant bickering, story-selling and drama before Anya got the freedom she had wanted.

She left Russia again, and sought solice in Vermont, returning to her teaching and learning, and then, eventually, arriving at Hammel. Anya realised that she had to show strength to teach these children, and so she began to use a firm method on them, producing excellent results. And here she has stayed, never quite forgetting the mistake she made returning home to Russia those years ago.

Roleplay Example

Horus had already finished his burger not more than five steps away from the restaurant and stared with a sort of lack-luster expression on his face at the emptiness that now occupied his hand. What can I say? Sleeping is hungry work. If I go to bed hungry, I wake up twice as hungry, so something's gotta be involving effort in sleeping. Using the same logic as I just did, Horus justified another trip back into the shop, nearly knocking Elliot over as he charged through the crowd. "Is he dead yet?" He chirruped, grinning from ear to ear, earning a scowl from the paramedics.

Sailing through the doors, he ordered three whole bags of fries, two milkshakes and a second burger. Eh. That's making me feel a bit queasy. So many carbs! But it didn't seem to bother Horus, as he sat outside of the shop, prime viewing for the poor man, who was now starting to die. "S'alright buddy." Said Sloth, still feeding himself. "There is a god, but he's an asshole." And on that note, he continued to stuff his face, happy to hear the last dying breath of the man, and letting out a cheer. "He kicked it!" He called, throwing a handful of fries in the air in celebration.

A few of the crowd already looked like they wanted to punch Horus for existing, but he didn't care. He was happy with his unhealthy food and lack of common curteousy, thank you very much, and eventually his eyes rested on Elliot's nerdy form. "Oi oi. You tryin' to catch a cold or somethin', dipshit?" Rising from the porch and throwing a chip in Elliot's general direction, he snorted. "I can dress like this 'cause I'm packed full of body fat. Wanna help me sexercise it out?" Waggling his eyebrows, Horus threw his arms about Elliot's shoulders and grinned like a deranged prostitute. Poor Elliot. He should have gone for the soup.

What About You?

Name: It be Chezuu again.
Age: Four hundred and ninty
Experience: As long as I had last time, except a few more hours ;D
How Did You Find Us? My dog told me ;o
Ready To Play? I am!

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