Full Name:
Afanasiia Romanovna Gusin
Age:
30
Date of Birth:
July 20
Gender:
Female
Species:
Vampire
Occupation:
Illegal Fledgeling
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Physical
Hair Colour:
Light Auburn; brunette.
Eye Colour:
Deep ice blue.
Body Type:
Small build, standing at fifty-four inches and seventy pounds.
Distinguishing Features:
A scar reaching around her neck.
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Aptitude
Education Level:
Continuing her own education after the accident.
Notable Skills:
She looks human as well as innocent, giving her a huge advantage for the sympatric and underestimate her.
Notable Disadvantages:
Afanasiia is small and young. She is deadly allergic to gold.
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Persona [b]:
[b]Background:
The Gusin were a famously wealthy family before the dark days. As the dark days came to the family, people believed that even through the vampires' rise they would continue to be on top, but they fell just as all man did.
Vasily and his wife Darya inherited the country home deep in the Russian woods, where they hid for twenty uninterrupted years. Afanasiia was born sixteen years into.
Vasily hunted varies animals in the woods to survive. Once after while hunting Vasily found and brought a kit home for Afanasiia. Darya had complained of the pet choice, but Afanasiia fell in love with the soft, cute, orange, creature.
When the twenty years were up, Afanasiia was four. Vasily had figured out that they were caught when the kit started barking and snarling near the window. Vasily quickly woke his wife and they grabbed their child and ran from the safe house. It was a narrow escape, but Vasily and Darya believed they were truly blessed.
More good fortune came along when they heard that Gotland was a safe place. A family of four let the Gunis come along on their ferry. While they went to Gotland they quickly found out that it was no safer than Russia. From there they quickly fled to Rocstock after hearing that the generous family of four had been torn apart and sold by the pursuing vampires.
Once in Rocstock they began to hide with other humans, helping where they could. They traveled to Amsterdam only three months after their home was taken from them. Afanasiia frequently became sick from the traveling and lack of food.
The Gunis were often scorned for having a child in the dark world but they never regretted having their child.
"She is our immortal child." Darya would chirp at her beautiful daughter.
They stayed alive and well for another five years. It was harder hiding in Germany but they managed. Food was harder to come by, but Vasily always found a way to feed his wife and daughter. Vasily and Darya considered themselves blessed.
But soon their lives were destroyed. Their destruction did not come from the evil creatures that lurked in the shadows but rather by cowardly men.
A group of cowardly men found the refugee camp where the Gunis had been staying. The cowards had planned it perfectly. They waited for the men in the camp to go out foraging and then went into the camp and slaughtered the women. They did it quickly and brutally. The men returned to camp and screamed in misery when they saw the butchered bodies of their women. Thinking that the butchery could have only been done by a pack of wild animals the men panicked and grabbed torches and began burning the buildings to flush the wild creatures out.
Vasily ran to his brutally murdered wife and held her while praying for mercy.
The yipping of a fox tore Vasily from his mournful prayers and he turned to see the orange fox between the legs of his daughter. Her eyes were widened by terror as she stood smeared with blood staring at the lifeless body of her mother.
"Afanassia!" Vasily screamed as he picked up his daughter and firmly pressed her face into his shoulder. "My beautiful immortal child!" They stood sobbing together until they were exhausted and no more tears would come.
Vasily and Afanassia buried Darya and left the area and lived off the major roads of Germany never again trusting that they were safe. They lived alone for a year and during that time Vasily taught his daughter how to hunt and how to stay hidden from all. From the time they left the refugee camp they began to live in the shadows.
When the year was over Afanassia celebrated her tenth birthday. Her life, by then, was not filled with fear. She understood the world for what it was but never gave into fear as others inher situation might have. She was excited at the world for the small good she could find. Though her eyes were no longer filled with naivety and innocence she refused to believe that all was hell.
The father and daughter stowed upon a boat bound for the UK. When they reached the shores of the UK they quickly moved on knowing never to stay in one place for too long. Their time in the United Kingdom was short lived.
After living in a small forest for six months, a pack of werewolves were drawn to them by the scent of their fire. Vasily wrapped his daughter in an elk fur and sent her off to hide. He cautioned her to not utter a sound no matter what noises she heard.
Afanassiia did as told.
Vasily stood his ground and battled the creatures. He kept them at bay for as long as possible but his age and being out numbered led to his death.
Afanassiia kept her head down and stayed alive as long as she could, but the UK was a deadly place for a ten year old. She was soon captured and placed with other captured humans, to be sold to vampires.
Looking at the others around her Afanassia would of sworn that she would be the last to be sold. She was young and her blood was not yet mature. But as quickly as the thought came, it was proven wrong.
Afanassiia was quickly sold to a man more beautiful than any she had ever seen. Golden locks, piercing green eyes, and a smile that was both haunting and calming. She was more expensive than any other human sold during that month. Her age alone made her special, but her long dark curly hair and intense blue eyes, made her unique and him giddy. He was barely able to wait for her to be in his chambers.
"What is your name child?" His voice was like silk that slipped around her.
"Afanassiia." Her tone was stern with no trace of fear within her eyes or voice.
"And what does that mean?" His long pale fingers traced her jaw line.
"Immortal." The ring on his finger made her reach to her face and rub at the itching the gold caused her.
"Some immortal!" His laugh lashed out like a silk whip. "You cannot even handle some gold?" He kissed her on the forehead and dropped the ring on the ground. "But I did not spend all this money for a defective human."
His hands lingered on her shoulders, but as they looked into each others' eyes, he noticed that she truly had no fear. It was not an act. His fangs grew and dug into her, she moaned out and tightened her grip onto his back. As blood was being drunk, the vampire became too involved and released her.
Afanassiia fell to the floor gasping for life. Her arms stretched out trying to grab a hold of anything in a vain hope that it would save her.
The vampire watched as the thrashing girl clung to life and refused to die. Fearing that he had indulged too much and that the girl would turn he panicked and wrapped his hand around her throat. "Damn you! Die!" His claws dug into her skin and he opened her throat with a quick slash. He threw her out of his home and into the wilds hoping an animal would dispose of the evidence of his lapse that nearly caused him to commit the crime of creating a vampire without the Elders' permission.
Other:
Afanassiia always covers her neck with a scarf or a high collars.