Post by anya on Jan 4, 2010 5:17:44 GMT -5
ANASTASIA JANELLY DEVEREUX
A shine you given me to hold me up,
Has led me through these times of woe.
Watching him go down with nothing only this to hold on,
Is what helps me forget what I need to remember.
A shine you given me to hold me up,
Has led me through these times of woe.
Watching him go down with nothing only this to hold on,
Is what helps me forget what I need to remember.
Age: 16
Experience: A year more or less
How You Found Us: PB Support
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Nickname(s): Anya
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: December 12
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Grade: 12th, Senior
Canon or OC: OC
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Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5’4
Weight: 110
Clothing Style: Anya has no define clothing styles, she tends to wear what she feel like in the moment. At time it can be a leather jacket that can make her look aloof and tough and other days it can be bright colored cloths that make her seem girly and happy. It really depends on what she feels like wearing.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: A birth mark located on her back.
Played by: Kate Voegele
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Music
Parties with loud music
Laughing
Art
Making music with others
Dislikes: (At least five)
Arguing
Violence
Cheaters
Obnoxious People
Waking up Early.
Strengths:
Music
Sleep
Good Personality
Weaknesses:
Silence
Thinking too much of the past
Parents
Fears :
Her Brother
Losing her guitar
Parents
Goals:
Finishing School
Having a career tied with music.
Overall Personality:
Born with a love of music that will follow her to her grave, she cannot stand being without music for a long while. She always needs to have some sort of musical object with her or she starts to feel awkward. Music is pretty much her passion that is what drives her to continue on doing things and is her inspiration whenever she has to create some sort of art. Music may be one of the most important things in her life but she can ignore it sometimes. She tries to always do her best in her classes granting her top grades in class.
Anya is bit of a wanna be nerd. She always tries to get good grades in class and actually bothers to study some times. In her off time, she likes to hang out with friends and joke around. She would rather be in some sort of park with a group friends talking and joking around then in some big fancy place all alone with nothing to do. She likes things to be simple and nice though to her, anything that has good music for her will most likely convince her to go to that place with the music.
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Father: Vincent Devereux (49)
Sibling(s): Adam Devereux (19) Alister Devereux (16)
Pets: Jon-Jon the cat
Other Family: Uncles, Aunts, Extended Family
Nationality: American/ French-American
Hometown: Manhattan Island, New York
Overall History: Born and raised in New York, Anya comes from a family of French Immigrants. Her father moved from Rennes, France where within a month of first coming to America, he met his future wife. Anya was the couple’s second child with her brother, Adam being born 2 years her senior. Her parents believed that raising their kids with just love and nothing more would be enough to raise her and brother which would turn out to be wrong. Anya herself was a good kid learning how to play many instruments at school but her older brother would cause problem since he was five. Anya watched as her brother would first do small things like steal a dollar from their mother’s purse when he was 7, break their father’s car window and blamed it on the younger brother at age 10 and many small crimes when they were younger. The older Anya and Adam got, the more trouble he would get. This would soon lead to get into her life and causing her to want to leave.
Around the time Adam was a teenager, he began using Anya’s good nature to save himself from extreme trouble. Anya was blamed for many thefts, finding of drugs and alcohol, late night noises, breaking of objects and this was only the small things. Anya was tortured when police would often come to the apartment where the family lived and claimed that she was drug dealing at one point, street racing, stealing, and several times the police said Anya might be connected to prostitutes. The only thing that prevented Anya from not going to jail was lack of evidence. She did not know what was going on. The only thing she actually noticed was her brothers talking about many things and how her brothers seemed to go out more and sneak in many nights late. The only thing that kept Anya from breaking apart was music. Every day she would play her guitar, sing, or do something music related. It was her way to cope with her mysterious problems she had nothing to do. Anya had nothing to do but this. Learning how to play guitar from her brother, and many other instruments at school, she used to keep her spirits up. The trouble throughout the years caused the family to move many times.
At one point, the police returned to Anya’s apartment and she expected it to be about her but she was wrong. The police told Anya’s parents about how not Anya, but Adam was somehow connected with illegal selling of alcohol and may be with other things. With Adam not being home and the police’s lack of evidence once more, they left with questions in Anya’s head. Later on when her parents went out and her brother came home, Anya confronted her brother about these things and he confessed that he blamed everything on her. Shocked and angry, she yelled at him and he yelled back telling her she had nothing she could do. Anya thought the same thing and when she was about to leave, Adam pushed her sister down and went into his room and locked the door. When Anya broke the door through in about an hour, her brother had escaped with all his things. When her parents came home and heard of Adam’s runaway, her parents heart’s froze and the carefree parenting now gone, they wanted Anya to do the same. They wanted Anya to get rid of all her instruments and things and just focus on school. Anya refused and now fights with her parents at times on how she lives her life but it’s mostly quiet or small talk. Her other brother, Alistair now also fights with her blaming her on their brother’s leaving. She still cares for her brother but sees him becoming like Adam…
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Code Word: -admin edit-
RP Sample:
Note: Taken from another rp: Take a Look in the Mirror.
Invisible, Ninja-like, Scary, are words that might describe Kaito Gorou. No one in this school seems to know him giving him the invisible part. Never speaking helps less with him getting any recognition in this school though he wouldn’t want that. Kaito being the computer hall was keeping to himself as he was just staring blankly at his computer. The computer teacher gave the assignment around 10 minutes ago but this being a computer class; most kids were not doing it. Many of the students were using the internet going on MySpace, talking on aim and just watching video on YouTube. Kaito on the other hand, already finished the work but didn’t feel like using the internet. In his thoughts, he wondered what was the point of him going on MySpace if he didn’t know anyone; YouTube if it didn’t interest him and the only thing else is to read.
The other students not knowing Kaito didn’t bother him. For some reason, besides not caring, he liked it in a way. He wouldn’t get caught into the troubles the other students are getting into. If the teachers actually paid attention to the students, he would of actually blocked some of these sites Kaito thought but since she hasn’t, he might as well give everyone an A. Kaito watched the class from his computer and wondered what the teacher was doing. He looked over the teacher trapped into her own computer. Hmm, no wonder she didn’t do anything. The actual work they had to do on these computers wasn’t even that long: 5 mins of looking up information about computers and writing it down. What was so hard about that? Kaito just didn’t understand the others if they couldn’t do that.
Kaito wondered where to go on the computer. Read what? Do what in it? Games were always helpful to stop being bored would be fun for Kaito. He grabbed the mouse and clicked on the internet checkers game. This can pass the time for some time. Kaito just went on playing the game waiting just for anything to happen.
Invisible, Ninja-like, Scary, are words that might describe Kaito Gorou. No one in this school seems to know him giving him the invisible part. Never speaking helps less with him getting any recognition in this school though he wouldn’t want that. Kaito being the computer hall was keeping to himself as he was just staring blankly at his computer. The computer teacher gave the assignment around 10 minutes ago but this being a computer class; most kids were not doing it. Many of the students were using the internet going on MySpace, talking on aim and just watching video on YouTube. Kaito on the other hand, already finished the work but didn’t feel like using the internet. In his thoughts, he wondered what was the point of him going on MySpace if he didn’t know anyone; YouTube if it didn’t interest him and the only thing else is to read.
The other students not knowing Kaito didn’t bother him. For some reason, besides not caring, he liked it in a way. He wouldn’t get caught into the troubles the other students are getting into. If the teachers actually paid attention to the students, he would of actually blocked some of these sites Kaito thought but since she hasn’t, he might as well give everyone an A. Kaito watched the class from his computer and wondered what the teacher was doing. He looked over the teacher trapped into her own computer. Hmm, no wonder she didn’t do anything. The actual work they had to do on these computers wasn’t even that long: 5 mins of looking up information about computers and writing it down. What was so hard about that? Kaito just didn’t understand the others if they couldn’t do that.
Kaito wondered where to go on the computer. Read what? Do what in it? Games were always helpful to stop being bored would be fun for Kaito. He grabbed the mouse and clicked on the internet checkers game. This can pass the time for some time. Kaito just went on playing the game waiting just for anything to happen.
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