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Afanasiia

The Immortal Child

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a character in “After Dark Day”, as played by Báltaí

Description

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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
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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.

So begins...

Afanasiia's Story

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They danced the dance of combat around near the creek, both moving in sync with one another. Their legs moved as a graceful duo. Fresh air flowed into their lungs, as their breathing calmed. Streaming water from the creek was the music for their unusual tango. Fallen leaves were being crushed making the world smell of autumn, but only she could bask in the beauty.
He was strong willed and headstrong, standing his ground when the others fled. This fool began desperately trying to look bigger than his opponent by stretching out and up, while honking at her. It was a pathetic excuse, but amazing none the less.
"Pretty bird, why?" Afanasiia spoke in broken English.
The Bar-Headed Goose just continued to squawk at the creature in front of him. His round dark eyes were stern for a bird.
Afanasiia just smiled playfully, she enjoyed the battle the most.
Her body lunged at the goose grabbing his orange legs just as his wings began to flap. They rolled on the ground falling into the shallow creek. Water splashed around while she was holding onto the goose. Squawking and laughing could be heard from the tangle of flesh and feathers.
Afanasiia's hair was wild and tangled with sticks and mud pressed to her face, while she looked at the no longer moving bird. She had rub marks on her arms from where it pecked her. Her smile stayed while she rubbed her fingers over the marks. She let out a sigh while picking herself up out of the water. She shook like a dog to remove the excess water before heading to her little hut where a fire was burning low.
This was the part she didn't want to deal with. The fangs grew and the beautiful dead goose's blood sated her thirst. After the draining of blood Afanasiia skinned the bird like her father had taught her when she had been human. After the cleaning process she roasted the goose and ate the meal. Memories flooded her mind of sharing similar meals with her father.
Though she could hardly remember the feeling of being full from a well cooked meal, her body relaxed in the memories of her father and mother.
"I will have to be moving soon." Her native tongue was spoken to herself, as she rubbed the fox fur bundled beside her.

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Her memories were dancing with the smoke of the fire. Vasily had light brunette hair that was tangled in wild curls. Harsh grey eyes that cast around the room, but through those harsh eyes, their was a deep love. His strong jaw, was covered in a heavy light color beard, it scratched Afanasiia soft cheek.
Her blue eyes opened slowly as her hand touched her cold left cheek. The noise was distracting and interrupted her memories. Each year that passed her memories of her father faded. A dead yawn escaped her lips as she turned toward the noise on the side of the hut. She lifted herself up and snuck around the back of the hut to avoid going straight toward the noise.
Afanasiia felt no fear. She only felt curiosity and bit of hopefulness. She was tired of having only a skinned fox to converse with. But in spite of that she gripped the pelt tightly to her body as she moved away from the hut to get a clear view of whatever was making the noise on the side of the hut.
It was a man.
An everyday ordinary man.
"Who are you, and what are you doing?" Her words were in Russian and created a confused look upon his face.
Afanasiia paused and spoke again in a thick accented broken English. "Who you? What you doing?"
She looked closer and realized she had been mistaken. He was not a man at all; he was just a boy. His hair was just a tangled, black, shaggy mess. Confusion filled his deep hazel eyes.
Afansiia couldn't help but smile at his travel worn leather clothes. She could sympathize. She was wearing stolen dress clothes from a homestead she had passed months before. Her hands checked the scarf around her neck to make sure it was still covering the scar on her throat.

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Outflanked! thought Oscar when he saw a figure come upon him... and quite neatly too, Oscar would later admit to himself; he hadn't checked the hut for alternative exit points, which every hideout from the vamp's would obviously employ in one form or another for a quick getaway.

Oscar's instincts told him many things at that moment, jump backwards and get some range, toss some dirt at the person and run away or raise his bow and let loose as quickly as he could.

But, these thoughts of action did not become action on thought, Oscar concluded that had someone come up on him like this and wanted to gut him, he would have been gutted already.

With fear and instinct partially subsided, Oscar now took a good look on the resident; she seemed young, a kiddo, and yet something was strange, eyes older then the face and an unflinching stance which conveyed such confidence Oscar was convinced only foresight could allow it.

The kiddo seemed concerned and said something strange, Oscar wondered if maybe stories of witches and forest spirits where true and looked towards the trees, concerned the girl was calling on the forest to punch him up or something like that.

A strong gust of wind moved the trees, many of the leaves on the oak Oscar had sat on now fell, Oscar tried not to show it but he was beginning to feel quite haunted.

The girl's next words still sounded strange, as if she had come here from some other realm but it was English of a sort, and Oscar could make sense of it - it wasn't fair of him to hold her accent against her anyway as people here didn't often understand what he was sayin, something to do with coming from far North.

Oscar still could not quite quite figure out what was going on, but for the moment he was weary, all his instincts where telling him there was more to this then he saw - maybe the girl really was a spirit?

Oscar carefully put down his bow, to show his willingness to talk rather then fight but not in a hasty manner which conveyed surrender. He then stood up from the bushes, but realized he would be inconveniently tall for a proper conversation. Besides, maybe standing up could offend a spirit? Oscar was not about to take any chances, and simply crouched down besides the bush though not behind it.

"Err, I am Oscar, Oscar Freeman, I hunt around here". Said Oscar carefully, trying not to give away too much information before he knew more about this girl.

"I do hope I, ah, did not intrude on you. I was curious, never seen this hut before so I wondered who lived here. Who are you? do you have a name or somthin you are called by?" Asked Oscar carefully, he then remembered he still had another apple and opened his small back, taking a single red apple out and handing it over to the girl.

"Already ate one, so only fair you get one - they are quite juicy, full of vit-a-mins, you know, things that are good for the blood".

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A gust of wind picked up and whipped her thick hair around to stick to the bottom of her moist lip. The smells of fallen and broken leaves floated around the boy and girl and masked all the other smells of the forest. The strong smells and enchanting noises heightened the memorable moment. Even with the sun overshadowed the forest remained rich with fall colors. The reds, oranges, yellows and browns were lush and breath taking.
Autumn was shared between the two and it was completely peaceful.
His words fell out of his mouth, but she waited and listened to him very carefully. It was clear as day that he was a bundle of nerves. It was cute to see his hazel eyes full of innocence and Afanasiia couldn't help but smile at him. Oscar's movements were slow and careful, yet behind his actions there was a sense of awe more than of fear.
He pulled out an apple and Afanasiia could feel herself crying with excitement on the inside. The apple was a deep red like the ones she had shared with her parents a lifetime ago. But the apple was a symbol more than an actual apple.
"Ox-cure Fri-mam" Each word came out, falling completely flat. But it was not meant to be heard. Afanasiia had to move her mouth in a way that was completely foreign to her.
It had been twenty years sense she had spoken the language. It would take a while to get it down again. Though it was hard to sound out the correct pronunciation, she was lucky to have been taught well.
Her fingers pointed to herself while she spoke.
"Afanasiia." It came out quicker than she had meant to.
Her pale, cold hand reached for the apple and as she gripped her small fingers around the fruit a finger slipped and touched the boy. Carefully her smile widen, all the while she make completely sure that her fangs were never exposed.
"Good- for- blood." She nodded as she kissed the apple.
"Living close?" Her blue eyes stared deep into his.

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Oscar's earlier concerns where consistently, though gradually wavering away. Maybe it was the kiddo's smile, maybe it was her obvious difficulty with to speak, but Oscar was confident enough to assume this was just a case an abandoned child - lost for maybe a few years in the forests and forced to live out a life away of "the pack".

Oscar quietly noted her paleness, and coldness of hand, but just as quietly dismissed it, he didn't want to put in doubt his relief at finding a conveniently "normal" explanation to this situation.

Her beaming reaction to something as simple as one red apple was all Oscar needed to consider his fears closed.

Oscar sat down on the remains of a fallen tree, the victim of last winter's snows maybe and wondered what should his next actions be; should he stay and make sure the kiddo is safe here? should he maybe take her back to the camp?
The kid's prying question into his residence, brought the second option's sensibilities to his thoughts, even if the kiddo had been safe this long - it could not possibly last, she would be found by ether bandit Vamp or natural predator - the group was much safer and would welcome her in so long as she worked a bit here and there, more as she grew older.

"Sometimes", answered Oscar, avoiding giving away a solid location. "I am curious though, how long have you lived hear? how have you fared? did that hut belong to your parents?. Ya know, it's not easy to live out here alone, most people ether live down with the vamps or in bands, don't know so many independents".