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xxxxxxxxx◙◙◙◙* Female xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 19 xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 5'1" xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 95 lbs. xxxxx◙◙◙◙* The Mark
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AAINT 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAACHA 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AABTL 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAMED 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AACON 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAKNO 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAINT 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAACHA 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AABTL 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAMED 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AACON 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAKNO 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
-▖ TELEKINESIS ▸┇ move objects with psychic power
▖ MEDICINE ▸┇ good at treating pokémon; not bad with people either
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- - - - - - - there's so much here that I don't understand .》
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Anastasia has lived the majority of her life feeling very alone. This has colored her personality to a great degree, and leaves her sometimes uncertain of how to conduct herself around other people, the ones not doctors or patients. She often feels awkward or overwhelmed in towns, especially the large ones, and tends to spend a lot of her time by herself as a result. Of course, even running the shelter is new to her, and it took her a while to pick up the skills necessary to really make this a feasible way to live. Ana has since become an accomplished cook, a passable cleaner, and an excellent nurse, but the social skills have not come as easily.
Despite this, she is at her core a very amiable person, and usually comes off as happy and pleasant to be around, if a tad odd. She's quite introverted, and more than a little shy, in a certain way. She doesn't dislike people by any means—in fact there is scarcely a more accepting person to be found. But she does have trouble with them, due to a lack of practice, mostly, and her wardrobe, markedly strange on Cinnabar Island of all places, tends to stick out like a sore thumb. It confuses people, which only makes things worse when she can’t exactly explain herself well. It would be hard to say that anyone’s ever really managed to get past this, save perhaps her pokémon and one or two of her closer relatives, most of whom live elsewhere, making her almost entirely solitary.
Still, she usually manages to understand other people quite well, and is sensitive to their needs and preferences. She doesn’t like to step on toes, as the metaphor goes, but she does like to help where she can, and will often do so without being asked. This tendency extends equally well to just about everyone. There isn’t a malicious bone in Anastasia’s body, and she believes wholeheartedly that people are not what they have been, but what they choose to be now. She has to believe that, given what she’s been through.
Being afflicted with her particular combination of oddities and conditions has meant that in order to get anywhere at all in life, Anastasia has needed to be stubborn. If she was the type to give up, she might very well be dead already. For all her difficulties, though, she is very much alive. She's also become somewhat secretive, though, as telling people either about her powers or her disease tends to fundamentally change how they view her: one makes her almost feared, and the other tends to get her pity, which she does not particularly want.
This inability to open up, coupled with her difficulty communicating past her shyness, has only contributed to her loneliness. Deep down, all Ana really wants is for someone to see her. Not the powers, not the sickness, not the clothes or the hair that marks her for one of her family, but the person that she is. Even if she's not particularly sure who that is.
Despite this, she is at her core a very amiable person, and usually comes off as happy and pleasant to be around, if a tad odd. She's quite introverted, and more than a little shy, in a certain way. She doesn't dislike people by any means—in fact there is scarcely a more accepting person to be found. But she does have trouble with them, due to a lack of practice, mostly, and her wardrobe, markedly strange on Cinnabar Island of all places, tends to stick out like a sore thumb. It confuses people, which only makes things worse when she can’t exactly explain herself well. It would be hard to say that anyone’s ever really managed to get past this, save perhaps her pokémon and one or two of her closer relatives, most of whom live elsewhere, making her almost entirely solitary.
Still, she usually manages to understand other people quite well, and is sensitive to their needs and preferences. She doesn’t like to step on toes, as the metaphor goes, but she does like to help where she can, and will often do so without being asked. This tendency extends equally well to just about everyone. There isn’t a malicious bone in Anastasia’s body, and she believes wholeheartedly that people are not what they have been, but what they choose to be now. She has to believe that, given what she’s been through.
Being afflicted with her particular combination of oddities and conditions has meant that in order to get anywhere at all in life, Anastasia has needed to be stubborn. If she was the type to give up, she might very well be dead already. For all her difficulties, though, she is very much alive. She's also become somewhat secretive, though, as telling people either about her powers or her disease tends to fundamentally change how they view her: one makes her almost feared, and the other tends to get her pity, which she does not particularly want.
This inability to open up, coupled with her difficulty communicating past her shyness, has only contributed to her loneliness. Deep down, all Ana really wants is for someone to see her. Not the powers, not the sickness, not the clothes or the hair that marks her for one of her family, but the person that she is. Even if she's not particularly sure who that is.
- - - - - - - with fine winding tendrils / that strangle the heart.》
Anastasia would say that hers is neither the best nor the worst story out there, and that is true. Her life thus far, while full of trails in its own way, has also contained a fair amount of happiness. She was born under unlucky stars, the saying might go, and stricken from an early age by a rare disease that most believed would kill her by the age of twenty. It robbed from her at an early age the full use of her body, making her frail and weak, with a poor constitution, but at least her telepathy was a partial solution. Her parents lacked the capacity to care for her, though they tried—at least until her younger brother was born.
She can’t blame them, exactly. He wasn’t intended, and they just couldn’t take care of two when one of them was so high-maintenance as she was. So she was sent away to live with one of her aunts, a Nurse Joy in Lavender Town. It was a bit of an odd place to grow up, but Anastasia believes it was helpful for her psychic development, if not exactly her social skills. She split her time between being homeschooled, learning pokémon medicine, and forays into the mysterious Lavender Tower, where the odd young girl conversed with ghosts like they were the living, showing no fear of their strange natures.
There was a man there, a medium and a psychic like her. His name was Edgar, and he became something like her grandfather. They became each others’ solace for a time. He died, though, when she was fourteen, leaving her his precious glass flute and some warm memories and a lot of grief. Anastasia had known, of course, that people died, but she had never experienced the loss of someone so close to her until then, and the reality of her own situation hit home. She became incredibly depressed, unable to motivate herself to get out of bed some days, uninterested even in singing or dancing or any of the other things that had once held her interest. She lost the desire to live, and her disease ravaged her body without much in the way of opposition.
It wasn't until she met Nova and Luna that things started to change again. The two Eevee were breeders' castoffs, all but discarded because they were deemed inferior specimens. It can be ugly, that side of the trade, and when they were abandoned at the pokémon center, her auntie Miranda brought them home, hoping that having someone else to care for would help Ana take better care of itself. The girl's fundamentally-compassionate nature kicked in, and she devoted herself to helping the little ones grow.
Slowly, she began to recover, eating more and getting back to regular exertion. Her episodes grew fewer, and her illness regressed to the more manageable level it had been at before Edgar died. Anastasia regained some of her zest, and when she reached sixteen, finished with her studies, she decided it was time to leave the shelter of her aunt’s home. She knew it was a risk, that a very real possibility existed that she would die out there in the world, but it was a risk she had to take. What was safety, if it felt like prison? So she left, Luna and Nova in tow, and the three of them set out to see the world. Nowadays, they run a shelter for abandoned, abused, and convalescent Pokémon, located on Cinnabar Island.
She can’t blame them, exactly. He wasn’t intended, and they just couldn’t take care of two when one of them was so high-maintenance as she was. So she was sent away to live with one of her aunts, a Nurse Joy in Lavender Town. It was a bit of an odd place to grow up, but Anastasia believes it was helpful for her psychic development, if not exactly her social skills. She split her time between being homeschooled, learning pokémon medicine, and forays into the mysterious Lavender Tower, where the odd young girl conversed with ghosts like they were the living, showing no fear of their strange natures.
There was a man there, a medium and a psychic like her. His name was Edgar, and he became something like her grandfather. They became each others’ solace for a time. He died, though, when she was fourteen, leaving her his precious glass flute and some warm memories and a lot of grief. Anastasia had known, of course, that people died, but she had never experienced the loss of someone so close to her until then, and the reality of her own situation hit home. She became incredibly depressed, unable to motivate herself to get out of bed some days, uninterested even in singing or dancing or any of the other things that had once held her interest. She lost the desire to live, and her disease ravaged her body without much in the way of opposition.
It wasn't until she met Nova and Luna that things started to change again. The two Eevee were breeders' castoffs, all but discarded because they were deemed inferior specimens. It can be ugly, that side of the trade, and when they were abandoned at the pokémon center, her auntie Miranda brought them home, hoping that having someone else to care for would help Ana take better care of itself. The girl's fundamentally-compassionate nature kicked in, and she devoted herself to helping the little ones grow.
Slowly, she began to recover, eating more and getting back to regular exertion. Her episodes grew fewer, and her illness regressed to the more manageable level it had been at before Edgar died. Anastasia regained some of her zest, and when she reached sixteen, finished with her studies, she decided it was time to leave the shelter of her aunt’s home. She knew it was a risk, that a very real possibility existed that she would die out there in the world, but it was a risk she had to take. What was safety, if it felt like prison? So she left, Luna and Nova in tow, and the three of them set out to see the world. Nowadays, they run a shelter for abandoned, abused, and convalescent Pokémon, located on Cinnabar Island.
- - - - - - - sweet turning sour / and untouchable .》
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Ana was honestly expecting Eryk to want a bit of distance after she told him about her sickness. She hopes he's not refusing to take the space he needs from her because of some kind of guilt. She's read about people staying in relationships they no longer want because of cancer or something, and she doesn't... want it to be like that. She wants... she just wants to live. With him. So badly. But that's—he's—nothing she can have.
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Ana hasn't exactly had a lot of friends before, especially not friends her own age. She recognizes that she and Cyrilla are pretty different in a lot of ways, but she really likes spending time with her. Something interesting always seems to happen when the other woman's around, and even on the rare occasion it doesn't the conversation is... easier, than she's used to it being with other people. It's been unexpectedly nice, but she can't let it go too far.
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Kasimir is almost scarily-clever, of this Anastasia is certain. But it's almost hard to tell sometimes, because he tends to act so intentionally goofy. It works though—the tension just seems to bleed right out of any room or situation he puts himself in, and to be replaced with an easy relaxation that she's not sure she's actually all that familiar with. It's kind of miraculous, to her at least. He's also very useful for reaching high shelves.
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Nev is really clever, and someone Ana likes to talk to about the overlap in their academic interests. She's also a really nice person, and someone easy to look up to. Honestly, if Ana thought she was going to make it to Nev's age, she'd want to be just like her, something she's thought for a while but hasn't yet found the courage to say. How do you just tell someone you think they're smart and interesting and kind and pretty, after all?
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Aidan is both comfortable and uncomfortable to be around at the same time. There's a certain sense of safety around him, like maybe he'd put himself in harms' way for her sake, like he did for Drake, and that's... really rare in her life. But, too, she worries. Because if anyone is going to figure out what secrets Ana has been keeping from everyone, it will be him, and she doesn't want to lose everything she's gained, even if she deserves to.
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Coding by Aethiya, inspired by maccotango's guide to the same.