Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 14, 2007 3:41:12 GMT 1
Your Name:
Safire
Sex:
Female
Age:
Seventeen
Character Appearance:
Who Your Character is Portrayed by:
Emily Hirst
Character Name:
Anastasia Isabella Halliwell
Character Age:
Thirteen
Character Race:
Witch/Cupid
Alliance:
Good
Powers:
- Thought Projection (active)
- Conjuring (active)
- Resistance (passive):
*Highly resistant to all mental and emotional assaults and probing.
- Thought Suggestion (passive)
- Teleportation (passive):
*Includes time traveling which can only be used when the wearer feels a strong emotional attachment to the being it desires in a different time. She has to be wearing the ring to time travel but when teleporting, she doesn’t need it.
Personality/Bio:
From the day she was born, Anastasia was a quite one. The wheels in her mind were constantly turning as ideas would appear out of thin air. Observant and curious, she would often be found investigating every new thing that came into her view. She wanted to learn everything about it and would carefully take apart the object to put it back together again.
As soon as she took her first steps, her mind grew and she became fascinated with the bigger appliances she previously couldn’t get to around the house. If she wasn’t constantly looked after, she’d leave the apartment if the door was open, or she’d figure out how to open the door letting her curiosity get the best of her. Being so quiet, no one ever noticed her slip out of the apartment. It got to the point where she had to wear a leash in public and a bell at home so everyone knew where she was and where she was going.
Speech didn’t come quickly to her. Although she was constantly observing people’s lips as they talked; she never thought speech was that important. She liked the way everyone reacted thus telling her what was happening. Sometimes she’d find it easier listening to their emotions rather than their words. However, like most parents, they wanted her to speak to them like the other children did at her age. Even her older sister would try to read to her and talk to her to get her to say something. Her father would joke saying, “Maybe she has nothing to say,” trying to reassure her mother that nothing was wrong. One day she decided to surprise everyone when her father cracked the same joke, “I don’t have anything to say but when I do, I’ll say it.” That was the end of it; her first word wasn’t mommy or daddy but a full length sentence that blew everyone away.
Then on, she wasn’t as quite as before. She became more lively and sociable even if speaking were cacophony to her ears.
Music, nature and the competitive spirit calmed her down as she was enrolled in gymnastics and piano when she was three. The outdoors has always been her calling. Climbing trees, playing in the ocean just being around all that’s natural felt so right.
Schooling wasn’t an issue as she loved to learn and be surrounded by books.
Her bright and lively spirit was tested when an influential demon infiltrated her school making her his specific target. Having been so innocent and naive, she became friends with him. He was the cool kid everyone liked, while she was the shy introvert that studied him from afar. In the beginning her instincts told her not to trust him, but over time he got her out of her shell and they became inseparable. Over time, subtle changes in her personality began to occur which caused much concern. When the root of the problem was revealed, the demon was vanquished and Anastasias trust shifted back to her parents. She never wanted to go back to school after that incident clinging onto her mother when she’d try to drop her off. Reassurances didn’t work at the beginning, but eventually she grew stronger and went back to school without a fuss. She learned to deal with demons as if it were part of her every day life after that incident.
Her optimistic views turned pessimistic over night when an accident killed her best friend. Angry with herself for not being able to save him, she made it to seem as if his death was her fault. It was the first time she felt true loss and never really recovered from it. She pushed away her family for a long time unable to understand why he had to die. Taking frequent trips to the underworld just to vanquish anything in her line of sight was her way of punishing magic. She blamed everything on her powers, on magic both good and evil; she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror she was so disgusted. Searching for balance in her life, she would slacken the emotional load by releasing her anger out on the ocean.
Now in high school, her goals in life have shifted. It took her some time but her optimism returned as well as her smile.
She feels most comfortable talking to her aunt Piper about everything and anything and she likes to discuss artistic ideas with her aunt Paige.
There’s a protective nature about her yet she’s suave and sweet. She learned to be tough and just because she looks like a doll doesn’t mean she can’t punch like a boy. Her wild and dangerous side is beginning to surface. She fights with her fists hardly ever using her active powers unless absolutely necessary. Her emotions are well hidden and secrets are always kept.
Family:
- Family Name: Halliwell
- Parents: Phoebe Halliwell and Coop
- Children: None
- Siblings: Destiny and half sister Krista Halliwell-Turner
- Partner: None
Occupation:
Student and Volunteer
Sample RPG:
Anastasia
::She could feel the heat scorch through her veins burning her from the inside out. The pain was like nothing she’s ever felt before. She could feel the flames devouring her flesh like a hungry beast yet her body was tangled in a web of darkness making escape impossible. Her breaths were shortened as smoke smeared through her lungs, short sputters of air escaped her lips as she coughed out all the good oxygen that was left in her system.
Above her stood a figure she couldn’t quite make out. There was a blade hovering over his head, she could feel the power going into the final blow as the blade finally penetrated her skin. Whoever it was took great pleasure in her demise as its blood curling laugh was the last thing that she could remember.
Waking up twisted in her own sheets with beads of sweat trickling down her brow, Anastasia peered over at her clock. Between catching her breath and reading the red glaring digits, she managed to untangle herself. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, she rested for a moment allowing her dream to soak in. In one quick movement, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. From her bedside clock she knew that no one would be up at 2:30am.
Nightmares were all too common for her. Each was different yet very specific. Walking in the darkness didn’t frighten her as it should’ve. Taking out a cup from the cabinet, she opened the fridge door and poured a glass of water.
Unlocking the doors to the veranda, a quick gush of air blew into the apartment as the curtains followed the train of whispers flapping the in doorway. The night air, crisp and tantalizing welcomed her as her fears began to disappear. Picking her favorite midnight spot, she pulled her knees into her chest and watching the early morning life below. She loved the feeling of the wind in her hair or the smell every new day seemed to bring.
Taking a minuet to breath, she slowly closed her eyes allowing the calming sensation of the wind drag her into the dark abyss pulling her further and further from reality. Vivid images glared at her, the smell of smoke awoke her senses before she could drift further. Her mind wasn’t ready to return to the land of her dreams. Standing up, she walked over to her room. Always prepared for a post-nightmare jog, she slipped into an old t-shirt some sweats and her running shoes before heading out the door. With the house key in her jacket pocket, she set off down the hall with her hood over her head running for her life. ::
Passwords:
- Approved -
Safire
Sex:
Female
Age:
Seventeen
Character Appearance:
Who Your Character is Portrayed by:
Emily Hirst
Character Name:
Anastasia Isabella Halliwell
Character Age:
Thirteen
Character Race:
Witch/Cupid
Alliance:
Good
Powers:
- Thought Projection (active)
- Conjuring (active)
- Resistance (passive):
*Highly resistant to all mental and emotional assaults and probing.
- Thought Suggestion (passive)
- Teleportation (passive):
*Includes time traveling which can only be used when the wearer feels a strong emotional attachment to the being it desires in a different time. She has to be wearing the ring to time travel but when teleporting, she doesn’t need it.
Personality/Bio:
From the day she was born, Anastasia was a quite one. The wheels in her mind were constantly turning as ideas would appear out of thin air. Observant and curious, she would often be found investigating every new thing that came into her view. She wanted to learn everything about it and would carefully take apart the object to put it back together again.
As soon as she took her first steps, her mind grew and she became fascinated with the bigger appliances she previously couldn’t get to around the house. If she wasn’t constantly looked after, she’d leave the apartment if the door was open, or she’d figure out how to open the door letting her curiosity get the best of her. Being so quiet, no one ever noticed her slip out of the apartment. It got to the point where she had to wear a leash in public and a bell at home so everyone knew where she was and where she was going.
Speech didn’t come quickly to her. Although she was constantly observing people’s lips as they talked; she never thought speech was that important. She liked the way everyone reacted thus telling her what was happening. Sometimes she’d find it easier listening to their emotions rather than their words. However, like most parents, they wanted her to speak to them like the other children did at her age. Even her older sister would try to read to her and talk to her to get her to say something. Her father would joke saying, “Maybe she has nothing to say,” trying to reassure her mother that nothing was wrong. One day she decided to surprise everyone when her father cracked the same joke, “I don’t have anything to say but when I do, I’ll say it.” That was the end of it; her first word wasn’t mommy or daddy but a full length sentence that blew everyone away.
Then on, she wasn’t as quite as before. She became more lively and sociable even if speaking were cacophony to her ears.
Music, nature and the competitive spirit calmed her down as she was enrolled in gymnastics and piano when she was three. The outdoors has always been her calling. Climbing trees, playing in the ocean just being around all that’s natural felt so right.
Schooling wasn’t an issue as she loved to learn and be surrounded by books.
Her bright and lively spirit was tested when an influential demon infiltrated her school making her his specific target. Having been so innocent and naive, she became friends with him. He was the cool kid everyone liked, while she was the shy introvert that studied him from afar. In the beginning her instincts told her not to trust him, but over time he got her out of her shell and they became inseparable. Over time, subtle changes in her personality began to occur which caused much concern. When the root of the problem was revealed, the demon was vanquished and Anastasias trust shifted back to her parents. She never wanted to go back to school after that incident clinging onto her mother when she’d try to drop her off. Reassurances didn’t work at the beginning, but eventually she grew stronger and went back to school without a fuss. She learned to deal with demons as if it were part of her every day life after that incident.
Her optimistic views turned pessimistic over night when an accident killed her best friend. Angry with herself for not being able to save him, she made it to seem as if his death was her fault. It was the first time she felt true loss and never really recovered from it. She pushed away her family for a long time unable to understand why he had to die. Taking frequent trips to the underworld just to vanquish anything in her line of sight was her way of punishing magic. She blamed everything on her powers, on magic both good and evil; she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror she was so disgusted. Searching for balance in her life, she would slacken the emotional load by releasing her anger out on the ocean.
Now in high school, her goals in life have shifted. It took her some time but her optimism returned as well as her smile.
She feels most comfortable talking to her aunt Piper about everything and anything and she likes to discuss artistic ideas with her aunt Paige.
There’s a protective nature about her yet she’s suave and sweet. She learned to be tough and just because she looks like a doll doesn’t mean she can’t punch like a boy. Her wild and dangerous side is beginning to surface. She fights with her fists hardly ever using her active powers unless absolutely necessary. Her emotions are well hidden and secrets are always kept.
Family:
- Family Name: Halliwell
- Parents: Phoebe Halliwell and Coop
- Children: None
- Siblings: Destiny and half sister Krista Halliwell-Turner
- Partner: None
Occupation:
Student and Volunteer
Sample RPG:
Anastasia
::She could feel the heat scorch through her veins burning her from the inside out. The pain was like nothing she’s ever felt before. She could feel the flames devouring her flesh like a hungry beast yet her body was tangled in a web of darkness making escape impossible. Her breaths were shortened as smoke smeared through her lungs, short sputters of air escaped her lips as she coughed out all the good oxygen that was left in her system.
Above her stood a figure she couldn’t quite make out. There was a blade hovering over his head, she could feel the power going into the final blow as the blade finally penetrated her skin. Whoever it was took great pleasure in her demise as its blood curling laugh was the last thing that she could remember.
Waking up twisted in her own sheets with beads of sweat trickling down her brow, Anastasia peered over at her clock. Between catching her breath and reading the red glaring digits, she managed to untangle herself. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, she rested for a moment allowing her dream to soak in. In one quick movement, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. From her bedside clock she knew that no one would be up at 2:30am.
Nightmares were all too common for her. Each was different yet very specific. Walking in the darkness didn’t frighten her as it should’ve. Taking out a cup from the cabinet, she opened the fridge door and poured a glass of water.
Unlocking the doors to the veranda, a quick gush of air blew into the apartment as the curtains followed the train of whispers flapping the in doorway. The night air, crisp and tantalizing welcomed her as her fears began to disappear. Picking her favorite midnight spot, she pulled her knees into her chest and watching the early morning life below. She loved the feeling of the wind in her hair or the smell every new day seemed to bring.
Taking a minuet to breath, she slowly closed her eyes allowing the calming sensation of the wind drag her into the dark abyss pulling her further and further from reality. Vivid images glared at her, the smell of smoke awoke her senses before she could drift further. Her mind wasn’t ready to return to the land of her dreams. Standing up, she walked over to her room. Always prepared for a post-nightmare jog, she slipped into an old t-shirt some sweats and her running shoes before heading out the door. With the house key in her jacket pocket, she set off down the hall with her hood over her head running for her life. ::
Passwords:
- Approved -
