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Ana Belsky

"Oh what a place"

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a character in “New Cresthill”, as played by WrittenInSilverInk

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N A M E
Anastasiya Rowan Belsky

N I C K N A M E
Ana {By Everyone}

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Twenty Three

G E N D E R
Female

S P E I C I E S
Human

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
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P E R S O N A L I T Y

xxxxAna has a complexity about her, something that comprised together makes her this whole human, flaws and perfections. She survives off of this lack of understanding by anyone of the full her. She manages mystery, kindness, coldness, and understanding to make a full person out of herself.
xxxx Ana moved to Cresthill her freshman year of high school and the town stuck to her, maybe it was the way people made a point to avoid her, or the way there were always rumors about her from adults and children alike. In an odd was Ana liked not being the peppy girl. Although it is arguable that the real reason why she loves the town so much is the mystery of it. While she is a realist and refuses to believe in anything she can’t see with her own two eyes, the simple idea of something more existing in the down sends excited shivers down Ana’s spine.
xxxx As she sunk into the shadows the only thing she wanted was to simply be like the other girls, to not stand out, to just be a by-stander someone that no one ever notices. Instead she becomes the mystery, in a town full of strange things a human catches people’s eyes. Given her Russian background and underground boxing in nearby cities doesn’t make it so she can be labeled as the quite shy girl, but instead the rebel.
xxxx The truth is that Ana’s one true desire is excitement, she loves the idea of living on edge. That’s entirely the reason that landed her in the illegal boxing industry in the first place, and that is the reason why she sticks around town. The idea that something – even if she can’t bring herself to believe it exists excites her more than anything. Deep down inside, under the calm, cold demeanor is a wild soul.
xxxxWhile a lot of people tend to ignore this side of her Ana can be a caring person. People portray her as such an outsider and because of them they tend to ignore some of her better characteristics. The reality of it is Ana will die for someone she loves and will do just about anything for any random stranger that is in danger. She likes to see the good in the world.
xxxxShe is always passionate about everything she does. She is determined and stubborn. Ana knows what she wants going into everything that she does and rarely does she budge from her ideas and thoughts.

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H I S T O R Y

xxxx Ana was born in Russia and if you listen close enough you can hear the faint hint of her accent that slightly shines though. She was born in the populous city of Moscow where she resided the first five years of her life and an only child. Her mother Vera and her father Aleksandr were happily married and Ana was never short of being loved.
xxxxOne day, in the middle of the night, the police came knocking at the door of the Belsky household. Ana was five and had no clue what was going on at her mother sobbed and cried out her husband’s name. It was not until later that Ana found out her father had been in accident and had died at the scene.
xxxxHer mother, not being able to take the sympathy looks on the street and the memories associated with him and the house, had packed up and moved to American, New York city, to be exact for a fresh new start.
xxxxAna’s mother worked several jobs to pay for their upkeep, leaving Ana to herself a lot. She was never one to make that many friends and often found herself alone at home most nights. That was the reason why Ana had found herself at some smelly underground boxing gym when she was only thirteen where she found home.
xxxxSeveral years later after finding herself tangled in the underground fighting world and being around all the wrong people, Ana’s mother out of the blue decided on yet another relocation. This time they moved to somewhere more remote. New Cresthill. There once again Ana found herself friendless and alone, although she never did seem to mind this time.
xxxxAs Ana finished up high school she thought about leaving town, moving somewhere she was more accepted. Although the appeal of the town go to her and she stuck around, after all who else was going to keep her mother company? As Vera had isolated herself just as much as Ana.
xxxx Ana currently works at a local bar and grill as a waitress and bartender. Occasionally she makes her way too nearby cities to participate in some underground boxing matches.

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C S || W R I T T E N I N S I L V E R I N K // F C || C A R A D E L A V I N E

So begins...

Ana Belsky's Story

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Dialogue Color: #fe9f00 || Nickname: Dru || Evil Vampire || Bisexual
September 1st
After many, many years of being locked up in a cave in the middle of nowhere, Drucilla finally found her way out. Her only friend, Gerry, well I'm not sure if you would actually call her that found that Dru was locked away from all of the world. Slowly starving and becoming weaker with every second.

Drucilla found herself arriving in a town called New Cresthill. The sign read, Welcome to New Cresthill, Population 1,254. Hm, this is quite a small town, she thought to herself as she walked further into the town's borders. Upon arriving, she immediately began feeling her hunger arising. The vampire tracked down one of the old men who was walking through an alley and fed upon him. She inserted her fangs into the man's neck and savored each and every second. The more she drank, the more power she felt coming back. This was the first meal she had in hundreds of years. Drucilla ended up drinking the man dry. She dropped the lifeless body to the ground with no sense of mercy, wiped her mouth and stepped out of the alley, back into the crowd of humans. Though she felt that there were others around like her, she just didn't feel much in the mood to find out who they were.

All the brunette wanted to do was find a place to stay and try to get used to all of the changes that happened when she was locked away from humanity in that cave out in the middle of nowhere. Drucilla also had to find a piece of jewelry somewhere then track down Gerry to see if she would be able to enchant it so she could be out in the sunlight. She's been getting tired of only being able to be out at night. Yes, night was always her favorite time of the day, even when she was a human but seeing sunlight always made her feel more alive, well as alive as she could possibly get when all she really is is a walking dead person.

She let out a soft sigh as she made her way into a hotel and stepped up to the front counter to get herself a room. Drucilla stared the woman in the eyes and compelled her to give her a suite free of charge as long as she needed the room. After compelling her she stepped away with the room key and headed straight up to her suite.

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Dialog Hex: #408000
September 1 || Midday // Early Afternoon
xxxxxx It was midday and Ana was in the same place that she always found herself in at this time, the bar, serving alcohol to the drunks. Occasionally one of them would give her butt a squeeze and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes and clench her teeth. It was only early afternoon and the bar goers were already getting on her last nerve. Her patience level was never one to be extraordinarily high but she couldn’t help but feel irritable today.

It had been nearly a whole week since Ana’s last boxing match and she had been too busy working to train. The need to hit something was nearly getting the best of her and the thought that she had to hold back from socking one of these drunks made her skin crawl. Which the clenching of her teeth, Ana reached for the bottle of vodka under the bar counter, bringing it to her lips she took a long chug. She could here people’s whoops and hollers as she downed the alcohol. Of course these drunks would find that entertaining, she thought with an angry snarl.

Two guys at the bar counter were going on and on to each other and Ana found herself listening to them for a second, annoyance once again seeping in. β€œYa man! I swear those vamps are back,” Blondie slurred to his beefy looking friend. β€œHoly shit!” Beefy exclaimed, β€œI knew those blood suckers would be back.”

Ana had never believed in those vampire or any other mystical creature myths for the sole reason that they are myths. The town’s deep infatuation and obsession with all these mythical creatures had becoming fastly irritating. At first the talk was interesting, people had such vivid stories, but soon no one ever stopped talking about, like they hadn’t beat the topic dry years ago.

β€œHey beat it!” Ana snapped at the men. When they gave her the β€˜What the hell’ look she shot them deathly daggers with her eyes. Under her intimidating stare the men’s shoulders and egos shrunk until one finally got up and walked away, the other quickly following.

This town was fastly becoming Ana’s least favorite place, and that in itself stressed Ana out. Grabbing her lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of her purse she said, β€œGive me five,” to the other lady at the desk, whom just nodded in response.

Weaving through the crowd Ana snuck out the back door into the alleyway. Silently she put one to her mouth but didn’t light it, she hadn’t in months she cared too little about everything to feel the need for one. Instead she just sank to the ground and laid her head against the brick wall sighing.

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Sometimes, Thomas couldn't help but feel like a child forced to act like an adult. It wasn't an abnormal feeling. Many humans who finally reached their early twenties found that they didn't feel all that different than how they felt in high school and college and Tom had spent most of his centuries-long life under the guidance of his older brother. Even if he was older than the country he currently lived in, it was only natural that he would expect his brother to tap him on his shoulder with a suggestion about where they'd travel to next.

At least today, he had a goal. He felt something. Something dreadfully familiar that he couldn't quite place. A long life was frustrating at times. Even angels could only process so much. Thus, he found himself walking down an alleyway, a little lost, concentrating on that feeling of unease. He paused as he passed a pub, feeling a wave of anger as a young human sank to the ground outside the pub. Curious, he paused to to look at her and, forgetting his task for the moment, spoke.

"It must be frustrating to work at a bar in this hour," he stated, eyeing her uniform thoughtfully. She was good-looking for a human and that must get her unwanted attention from the opposite sex in her work environment, he thought. He made a point of keeping his gaze above her neck as he spoke, a slight accent to his voice that was not quite Irish, English, or American. Silently, he reached out with his powers to soothe her emotions.

"I just moved back here. This bar was.... A church I believe," he said softly, as though he was an old man lost in his memories, "The priest was your stereotypical Irish drunk. Good man... I wouldn't put it past him to have had something to do with its current state."

Father O'Malley, another human who lived and died in the blink of an eye. Yet there was beauty in their lives that other races failed to perceive. He should visit the old man's grave. It had been far too long.

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Night time. Gerry’s busiest time of day. Though she is yet to decide whether that is a good thing or not. She was walking alone along the streets looking for the perfect candidate for what she needed. Then she saw her, a blonde girl sitting alone in an alley way. Gerry crossed to road heading towards the girl, her mother should have taught her not to be alone so late at night. Then a boy walked out of the shadows of the alley and approached the girl. Gerry tsked as she was forced to walk past the girl and find a new human target.

Luckily she didn’t have to go far before she crossed another bar where a very drunk older man was being tossed out by some tough looking security. Gerry smirked as the man drunkenly stumbled a few metres down the road, more concerned with trying to get the lighter in his hand to work she he could light old the cigarette hanging in his mouth. He was a perfect target.
β€œHere,” Gerry said seductively as she pulled a lighter out of her pocket and lit the guys cigarette. ”I guess now you owe me,” Gerry laughed darkly and she gentle pushed the guy into the alleyway behind them, which he happily wandered into. Then Gerry pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. His kissing technique was drunk and sloppy, but Gerry continued kissing him for a good minute or two before her hands found their way to his throat. Then she squeezed.

The man cursed and pulled away from Gerry and pried her hand off his throat, shoving her to the ground. He was bigger than her and Gerry was physically weak and stood no chance in a fight. However the man discovered that removing Gerry’s hands hadn’t removed the pressure from his neck. Gerry began chanting in the ancient witchcraft language her parents had taught her. The words being spat from her mouth like poison. Eventually the man collapsed to the ground, dead from suffocation. Gerry sat up and leaned back revelling in the feeling of killing him for a moment before she got to work. She pulled a small glass vial from her pocket and collected the few droplets of blood on the man’s neck from where her finger nails had clawed his skin. Pocketing the vial of blood, Gerry stood up and walked out of the alleyway like nothing had happened, walking back to her shop.

Arriving back at her little shop, Gerry flipped the sign on the door to say open. During the day Gerry’s shop sold little luck charm and love trinkets the curious and occult inclined humans. During the night though, Gerry’s shop didn’t close though, it only served more supernaturally inclined customers who needed a little witches help. Of course supernatural who set foot in Gerry’s store knew a favour from this witch cost a large price.

Gerry sat down at the little counter at the back of her store, and pulled out a glass ball. Yes, witches and glass balls, all very clichΓ©. Gerry summoned the image of a rave haired girl arriving under the cloak of night to Chesthill. It wouldn't be long now. Gerry seen Drucilla in that awful cave through her crystal ball, and out of the goodness of her heart had gone to rescue to girl. Oh, well, Gerry was going to be the one benefitting from the act in the long term. After all every action from Gerry had a price, the only question is would Drucilla pay it?

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Dialog Hex: #408000
September 1 || Midday // Early Afternoon
xxxxxx Even as a child Ana had liked the stars, and now in the small alleyway, just a bit of sky peeking out above the buildings, she could see them, and was in love. The stars and view in Cresthill couldn’t even begin to compare to watching them from the fields in Russia, although they did one up the never sleeping New York, where the lights from the buildings outshined the stars.

Closing her eyes she could envision the way it felt to be sitting in the small prairie outside of her old home in Russia. Ana was young but she can remember the slight chill she got after too long outside, and the way the grass felt in her toes, and the crisp cool air. The main thing Ana missed of course was her long dead father. Although she made a point not too ponder on those facts for too long, it really was the recipe for depression.

Ana lost track of time that she was out there, just measuring it on the number of cigarettes she went through, it was three now. The five minute break was more of a very late lunch hour. Cigarette smoke for lunch? Meal for the champs Ana thought to herself with a smirk.

As she was sitting, just enjoying the feeling of being outside, the muggy air and all, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. It felt as though she was being watched. Although it all made sense when some blonde boy walked into the scene.

Ana couldn’t help but have a sign of relief, she didn’t recognize him as one of the perverts from the bar. Although that still didn’t stop her from being on edge about being with a stranger in an alleyway. This is the recipe for a horror movie, Ana thought to herself. But when he spoke she found herself calming down, she didn’t know why but she felt oddly relaxed.

She nodded in agreement at his original statement about working in the bar, it was horrible, at any time of the day.

As he lost himself in an old thought Ana just listened and nodded her head, simply just taking in what he was saying. The idea that a place this horrible could be a church seemed ironic to her, and a smile couldn’t help but slightly grace her lips at the thought of it.

β€œA church, huh?” she mused as she turned around to gaze at the old building before turning back. β€œYou honestly don’t look much older than me, this place had to of recently been renovated into a bar if you remember it being a church,” Ana was sort of thinking out loud as she spoke.

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Thomas raised an eyebrow. She was quick to pick up on his reminiscing. Perhaps there was more to this girl than met the eye or maybe he had simply been to careless. He was silent for a moment, measuring his words before he spoke again.

"I have a very good memory. I even remember taking my first steps," he told her with a grin. It had been Spring. The sunlight seemed have brought everything to life from the leaves of the trees to the bees buzzing among the flowers to a newly born angel, marveling at his toddler sized hands and the voice that seemed to whisper along the wind.

"I'm glad to meet you at last, little brother."

He let the statement hang in the air, the implication that he had been very young at the time hanging on his words. He took note of her accent. It was slight, but it was still there. He nodded in appreciation.

"I spent most of my childhood traveling around the world with my older brother, but we never visited Russia. Do you remember what it's like?"

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Dialog Hex: #408000
September 1 || Midday // Early Afternoon

xxxxxx Ana watched his facial expressions, knowing she’d gotten him. She gave herself a quick mental pat on the back for her quick wit and responsiveness to detail. Ana was never one to indulge herself in a conversation were she actually stayed interested.

She took a final drag of her cigarette before letting it fall to the ground at crushing it with her black boot. While her primal need for another convinced her she needed another one, she still had to have a debate in her mind as to whether she should stay outside with the strange man or go back inside and enjoy the wonderful company of the town drunks. Naturally she choose the latter.

Grabbing into her back pocket for her cigarettes, she listened to his statement about his memory and whatnot, nodding as he talked. β€œInteresting,” she murmured.

Placing a cigarette into her mouth and quickly lighting it, she took a long drag. After pulling it out and holding it between her finger’s she held on box out to the young man in front of her who seemed deep in this own mind. β€œWould you care for one?” she offered as she took yet another drag of her own.

While Ana has grown to expect the unexpected, she didn’t see the curveball that was her Russian accent to be thrown at her. Most people that she stumbled across ceased to notice the accent, mistaking it for as raspy voice. Ana’s New York accent was the dominate one by far.

β€œI’m impressed,” Ana said only slightly above a whisper. β€œNo one ever notices the Russian.” Pushing herself off the ground that she was previously sitting on and to her feet, Ana stood with her back leaning up against the wall.

It was safe to say that this new boy had gotten her attention, which was rare in a one horse town like this. Ana quickly decided not to write him off. After a few seconds and an up and down of his body with Ana’s eyes she finally spoke again,β€œVaguely, but damn do I remember it being beautiful.” After pausing yet again to envision in her mind her home country she continued, β€œBut of course, cold.”

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Thomas eyed the cigarette she offered him, but shook his head. While he was unaffected by the negative effects of cigarettes, he still tried not to smoke in front of humans in order to not encourage it. Still, he refrained from lecturing on the dangers of smoking. It rarely did any good and he didn't want to be that person.

He nodded at her comments on Russia. That sounded about right. He had been meaning to visit, but he found that he just couldn't leave this New World, though it wasn't so new anymore, given the metropolises that had sprung up in the Americas and all over the globe in the past couple hundred years.

"I was born in Ireland. It's the same, but green. Very green," he told her. He frowned slightly as he caught the sight of flashing red and blue in the distance. Something had attracted the police.

"This can't be good.... If I remember right, you were lucky to catch the sight of police sirens once a year."

He was getting the feeling again. Something was happening in this town and he suspected it had to do with predators humanity had forgotten long ago. He glanced at the woman he was talking to. Her spirit was unique and strong. On nights like these, it would attract the supernatural like moths to a flame. Supernaturals like him... Or decidedly not like him.

"Perhaps one won't hurt," he told her, taking a cigarette. Heat and nicotine were good. It gave him a slight edge. He pretended to dig into his pocket and light it when he was turned away from her, but really, he simply summons a spark at his fingertip and lit it that way. Why bother with lighters if you could conjure energy yourself.

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September 1 || Midday // Early Afternoon

xxxxxx While Ana had always seemed diverse, exotic to other people around her, she never fully picked up on how someone could actually think that. β€œIreland always seemed cool,” she said nonchalantly. And while the statement was simple and causal she had actually meant it, a place far away from Cresthill always seemed cool. Although aside from New York and Russia, Ana didn’t know much outside of Cresthill, which made her very native, the complete opposite of her exotic stereotype.

It was easy for Ana to list off the places she’d like to see, the things she’s like to do. β€œI’ve always wanted to visit Ireland,” she said a bit to the air, a bit to the boy in front of her. β€œI’ve always wanted to visit everywhere.” And boy oh boy was that true. β€œAlthough I don’t have a thousand years of time to spend running around the world.” Oh the irony in her statements, if only she knew.

It was around a second after she finished her statement that the flashing red and blue lights skidded across her vision and the sirens exploded her ears. It was just like that, Ana was thrown back into her childhood. Vividly she can remember the police in their uniforms showing up on her doorstep, her mother collapsing in tears. It wasn’t till days later when Ana was forced into a black dress that she learnt of the reason the police were there. Ana was one parent short after that night.

Snapping herself out of her own myriad of thoughts Ana focused her attention back on the boy who was chatting about the rarity of police troubles in this one horse town. She just found herself nodding along. It was rare to see police sirens going off in Cresthill, but in her general life Ana was quite used to them.

Between her underground boxing matches being caught by the police, and her stealing phase back in New York, Ana can consider the cops her new best friends. Well basically.

The boy in front of her looked stressed before he finally turned his attention back to her. Well not necessarily her but her beloved cigarettes, finally taking her up on her offer. Because the accident you know nothing about is so stressful?” she asked rhetorically, sarcasm laced in her voice.

Although the accident had defiantly caught her attention, or really her curiosity. β€œWe should check it out,” she said, nodding in the direction that the cop car drove off into. Work could wait, the first thrilling thing to happen to this town could not.

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Thomas laughed at her statement about living a thousand years. If she really had, then the world would seem move too quickly for her to visit everywhere. Europe was a much different place today than it was even fifty years ago, let alone five hundred years ago, which was when he was there last. At he comment about the cigarette, raised an eyebrow.

"Nicotine heightens your senses. I wouldn't say no to that if this is more than a mere accident."

She couldn't hide her excitement at the situation. Inwardly, he sighed. He didn't think he'd be able to dissuade her. Her spirit didn't indicate a cautious personality. Instead, he nodded.

"Alright, but be careful. You know what they say about night in this town," he told her with a slight grin. If she was like most mortals, she'd laugh it off, but he still felt the need to warn her.