Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Long-term fantasy roleplay partners wanted » Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! »

0
followers
follow

Anastasia "Echo" Zahra

"I hope they'll be a fool - that's the best thing a person can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."

0 · 365 views · located in Earth

a character in “Project: Winters Raven”, as played by AmyGotScared

Description

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

General Information

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.” ― C.G. Jung
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


ImageName

Anastasia Zahra
“I vowed never to speak or let anyone know my real name until I step foot outside of this god forsaken compound.”

Code Name

Echo
“They called me this because when they first injected me with the drug I echoed threats through every lab doctors heads. Freaked them out enough.”

Gender

Female
“Delightfully.”

Age

Eighteen
“I've been told I look older, but that's just simply because I've been through a lot more then most eighteen year olds have. ”

Romantic Interest

To Be Determined through role play

Sexuality

Heterosexual

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Appearence

"Things are not always as they seem; the first appearance deceives many." -Phaedrus
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Image


Hair

Short, soft blonde hair.

Eye color

Brilliant light brown

Height & Weight

5'5 and 115 lbs.

Birth Place

Westminster, London, England

Detailed

Anastasia has a very romantic look upon herself, soft face with a sharp jaw, petite features that are framed with her equally petite hair. She stands looking very dainty, but very upright. She may look weak, but she is stronger then she looks. It doesn't take just her ability to make her lethal. She prefers to dress as feminine as she can, but is not shy in wearing dark clothing.



_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Inner Self
"To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself." -Soren Kierkegaard
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


ImagePersonality

All the grace, charm, and solidity in the world would seem like a tiny speck upon a pins tip compared to what Anastasia holds in just the tips of her fingers, and no, that’s not just because of her appealing British accent. She’s a mysterious little pearl in any beholders eye, ones opinion of her swaying in different paths from the next. People view her as a dainty fragile girl, one who is nothing but an orphan with little control over her feelings. Someone who surrounds herself in something more than a wall, something more along the lines of a gate that has no key; one that reaches as high as the heavens to the god who has seemingly shredded her entire hopes and free will. But for the sake of entirety of truth, she is as deceptive and lethal as character from a story. Think of her as the female version of Moriarty. She wants people to believe she’s nothing more than a fragile girl abandoned by anyone and everyone, someone who’s self respect has been ripped from her, one with shadows continuously looming over her souls shattering her slowly in shards of glass. But her soul isn’t glass, no; it’s as hard as a diamond, unbreakable to nothing but her own self. She’s devilishly frightful but only because she doesn’t get mad. She seems practically emotionless at times of peril.

But considering all the things she sees and hears in her petite little head, it would be expected she would be a pretty damn good liar. Its childs play to her to spot a liar as well. Nothing bothers her. She is an un-crack able porcelain doll. She fears no fate, as she doesn’t fear her own death. Not any more.

But despite all this gloom and doom, she still carries many quirks as she did before being forcibly taken like an animal in a cage to the compound. She knows how to charm her way around, and to be kind. She believes in the statement kill them with kindness. Well, actually, kill them while being kind. But it wasn’t always like that. She has one of those infectious laughs and smiles, and is a very believable person; very convincing, and very wise.

Many tend to feel comfortable around Anastasia, and even if she uses it to her advantage at times, it’s just the way she is. She invites people in because of the fact she has no scary exterior. She invites people in because of her odd mysteriousness. She’s a book that you judge by its cover, as her cover is a damn good one that makes you want to know what the hell is happening inside.


Ability

Psionic Blast

Subject shown to create links between minds. Has the ability to cause severe pain to others heads, walk through others dreams, access thoughts and pasts of others, and to be able to create visions of something that is not there. Disallows any one from being able to enter her own head, or control it. Side effects shown are severe migraines after use and intense Insomnia.

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Likes

+Apples
+ The Night
+ Cherry Blossoms
+ Piano
+ The Woods
+ Old Fashion Music
+ Snow and Rain
+Fresh Air
+Literature
+Tea
+Hand to Hand Combat

Dislikes

- Migranes
- Indoors
- Nightmare, the only dreams she has which are hers.
- The Government
- The Compound
- Liars
- Cooked Eggs
- Letting people in
- Change
- People who think they are better than others
- Idiots



_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Habits/Quirks

+When nervous, she will be constantly tucking
her short blond hair behind her ears while looking
straight ahead at nothing, enveloped in the thoughts
running through her head.
+When she's surrounded by too many people, when
thoughts are drowning out her own, she will softly hum
to herself. Often piano scores.
+ She has a white ink tattoo on her left shoulder blade. No one knows about it.

Fears

- Altophobia- Fear of heights
-Dementophobia- Fear of insanity
- Fear of Drowning.




_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Strengths

+Hand to hand combat
+Piano playing
+Lying or deceiving people. (Would never lie to or
decieve someone she loves.)

Weaknesses

-Her own feelings
-Being in crowded areas
-Her trust issues
-After use of her ability, depending on what she did, she can have intense
migraines that pretty much render her useless
-Because of her constantly ticking mind, she has the worst case
of insomnia anyone could ever see.



_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

A Little More Facts
"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." -Buddha
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Image
History


Anastasia was born into a loving family, her mother a French journalist by the name of Lilliana Cordeux, and her father an English Neurosurgeon by the name of Simon Zahra. She even had a twin brother, Theodore Zahra. They were fraternal twins, Anastasia holding blonde hair and brown eyes, Theo having black hair and light blue eyes. It was a very loving family, almost suffocating at times. They often kept to themselves however. Both of her parents had small families, no brothers or sisters, and parents who died at an early age. Theo and Anastasia were very close, but both very involved in many odd hobbies. Anastasia took up piano and abnormal enough, fighting. Her mother and father didn’t think it was a bad thing for a self defense method. It actually made them feel rather safe. Theo was also a fighter, but instead of piano he was an artist; a damn good one at that. Anastasia always carries around a sketch of a cala lily he drew for her, her favourite flower, a note on the back saying “For my favourite sister.” It was for her sixteenth birthday, and she returned the favour on their very same birthday by creating a piano score for him. She hasn’t played it since that day.

But all that changed a few weeks after when an unfortunate car crash sent both parents flying of a bridge. Both Theo and Ana where quick to act, taking as much of their parents money as they could scavenge, and running before they had a chance to be thrown into a god forsaken foster system.
So they lived on, taking on some jobs to make what money they had last, living in whatever apartment would take them. Constantly moving, constantly trying to stay safe. Anastasia even fell in love not long after with someone like them, hiding. He even had Theo’s approval, which Anastasia love struck did not care much about. But once again, that all changed. Terrible change.

They were outside, walking, all three at night, when someone approached. Theo told Ana and her love to hide, and so they did. They heard struggles, screams, and running. Just like that Theo was gone, and Anastasia was left broken and emotionless. So she did what she did best in moments, push. Push people away, push her love away. She ran off, by herself, like she and Theo once had. But now alone. She had no idea if Theo was murdered, or just kidnapped. What was happening to her dear brother?

Well she found out around a month’s time after. The same situation, the same following feeling, but nowhere to run or hide. So, she was taken.
It was then that she found out what happened to Theo. It was the same as what happened to her, but she was in a different Trial. When they infected her with the drug, she used her new found power to scavenge the lab doctors minds who injected her, and behold, she saw images of Theos face. Images of his crumbling mental stability. Memories of the second Trial failing as every subject died.

Anastasia was left with no love. She truly had no family. She had the wretched hate for the compound not because of what they did to her, no she didn’t care about that. She cared that they killed her brother.


Other

~ No one in the compound knows her real name, everyone just knows her by Echo.
~ She speaks fluent French as her mother was French
~ Put her in front of a piano and you will literally have to pull her away. Literally.


_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Face Claim
"All the bright precious things fade so fast... and they don't come back." -Daisy Buchanan
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Carey Mulligan


Image

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Theme Song
"Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel." -Anonymous
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Image





I've seen the world
Done it all, had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now
Hot summer nights mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, the city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now
Channeling angels in, the new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful

Dear lord when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him
Father tell me if you can

Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful

So begins...

Anastasia "Echo" Zahra's Story