Full Name: Anastasia du Point d'Argentine
Nicknames: Ana, Tasia, Sia
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single. Forever. And a thousand years after that. I mean, who notices her?
Likes: The arts, her harp/instruments, her hair, being ignored and alone, nature, her fantasies.
Dislikes: Family, people, crowded places, things being misused/abused, school, anywhere she has to be that she doesn't want to be, being harassed/harried.
Personality: Fluid and loose. More of a Pisces, if any sign; she hates her reality, and she craves a dream that's past realistic. She's not very materialistic (though, she does often find herself ''playing dress up'' with different periods to keep herself amused. I mean, really, the daughter of a wealthy family and not even trying to take advantage of it?).
Hair Color: Blonde, light highlights
Eye Color: Jaggedly colored brown
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Typical Clothing Style: Either entirely lazy, or dressed up to the point of what she wishes to look like. [Such as, on her 'Victorian' days, she doesn't just stop at the dress - her hair will be perfect, along with the makeup and the jewelry.]
Distinct Markings: She has several tattoos. There is a pair of angel wings on her back, just at the shoulder blades and about the length of her middle finger. Upon her left leg, there curls a snake at her ankle, holding an apple within it's fangs. Upon her right, a pair of wolves chase each other up her calf, supposedly through a snowy forest. Just at her hip, she has a small sketch of a woman looking in the mirror and seeing a skeleton look back.
She uses these to remind herself of various moments in her life.
History: She was born to a rich family. Like, rich enough to just be rolling in gold on the lawn and pool, golden toilet paper, the whole lot. Her parents grew distant quickly; they were given a new ''shiny toy'', but quickly left her to the maids. Her childhood was distant; she played with her stuffed animals, and most of the stuff that younger children would do, but she never had a ''play mate''. She was always alone. At some point, she accepted this, and stopped waiting for it to change. But she still saw it; when she looked in the mirror, she would see a ghost of her parents.
Here was where her love for ''dress up'' began. She used to find beautiful dresses in her closets, and clothes from so many periods; from Victorian to Greek, back to a kimono, she found room for all of her fantasies within the confines of her bedroom. She was raised as such, and quickly began to tour other countries with a personal maid to simply stay with her and make sure that she did not attempt to ''run away''.
She knows that she is spoiled, but she hates where she is, and has always wanted to change.
Other: "As he once told me - are you telling a truth, or are you giving me an illusion? Is this a curse, or is this a repayment? Tell me, or I swear upon the hand of the Great Medusa, you'll loose your head."
