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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Anastasia Borovsky
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Bloodline: Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Viktor Borovsky - Father
Andreiana Borovsky (nee. Ignatova) - Mother
Raina Borovsky - Grandmother
All NPCs!
Residence: Borovsky Place, Buckinghamshire, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Pandora Duke, Xavier M. Duke, Zeus Valeriano
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Within the dining room of Borovsky Place, house elves set out the finest of china on a long mahogany dining table which was surrounded by 10 chairs. Different aromas of the most divine foods filled the spacious room and greeted each member of the family as they walked in.
Anastasia skipped in wearing a black dress with a white peter-pan collar and she clutched a Victorian looking book to her chest. As she sat down on one of the chairs along the side of the table, she hid it on the chair next to her so it would not be confiscated.
Once the family - Father, Mother, older sister Viktoria and twin brother Vladimir - had settled down, each of them held their pale hands together and her father read aloud a prayer and thanked the Lord for the food on their table, something that happened every morning and night without fail.
The Borovskys were a Catholic family who attended church every Sunday. Each week they attended with Grandmother Raina along with cousins Aleksandra and Luka. Anastasia and her brother also attended Sunday school after service unlike their sister Viktoria who no longer had to attend due to her age and knowledge.
"Father," Stassie asked once they had finished praying, "May I ask a question?"
There was a moment of pure silence. Viktoria frowned at her sister and Vladimir had a spoon full of potato shoved half way into his mouth. In their family children were to be seen but not heard.
"If you must." He replied. If it had been either of the two other children, they would have been sent to bed, but Anastasia was his favourite. She got away with things the other two couldn't.
"What will happen to us during the war?" She asked innocently.
She was not scared at all and seemed to think herself almost immortal, as if those things that happened in the papers could not possibly happen to somebody like her.
"Nothing." He said bluntly, stabbing at his meat a little too violently, "Sit up straight and eat, Ana."
Anastasia obeyed his order and started on her vegetables which were her least favourite. They were not allowed to leave the table until their plates were clear so she made sure she got them out of the way first.
She was a curious little thing, which meant she had many more questions. She had razor straight dark brown hair and peculiar green eyes. They were almost lime-green and instantly caught your attention when looking at her. With these green eyes, she looked to the book she had brought down with her.
It was not a novel at all, but in fact a diary that somebody had kept in a previous war. It was eloquently written and included horrific details that both shocked and excited the young girl who was too young to understand that is wasn't actually a work of fiction.
"Will we die?" She suddenly asked, regretting the words instantly as they escaped from her lips.
Another silence, but this one felt different. She looked down and avoided eye contact and waited for whatever punishment awaited her. She had gotten used to being smacked on the fingers with her father's cane but it still was not pleasant and hoped that was not what he would opt for.
Strictness ran throughout the family. Their grandmother was a terrifying woman who Anastasia did her best to avoid. She felt very sorry for her cousins who had to live with her due to the death of their parents some years ago. If her parents died in the war, she'd rather become an angel too than be taken in by her grandmother.
Thankfully whilst growing up, Anastasia did not have to spend time with her often. Neither did Vladimir, which she assumed it was because they were much younger than their sister who was the perfect child.
"Bed, now!" Her father shouted in Russian this time, and Anastasia instantly rose from her seat, saluted and ran for her room.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Ana this, Ana that! Anastasia did not want to hear another word from her carer's mouth unless it was chak-chak. It wasn't like Ana was a naughty child either, all she wanted to do was go to the park and all the woman did was come up with selfish excuses as to why they could not go.
Currently they were in a cafe and the pathetic excuse of a nanny was standing in line waiting to order. It was taking too long and by the time they could finally go to the park it would be dark, so the young girl decided to slip away out of the door.
She ran to the park, which meant it didn't take long to reach. It seemed to have everything, slides, swings and even a roundabout! Anastasia grinned widely before running towards a free swing and hopping up onto it.
The swings were her favourite because they made her feel as if she were flying when the cold wind made her hair lift and dance mid-air. She put all her strength into swinging as high as she could in the hopes that maybe she would grow wings and be able to fly to where ever she wanted.
"You!" A voice suddenly sounded,
"Do you want to play?"Anastasia had to put her feet down quickly to stop herself from swinging into the girl. A cloud of dust lifted from the ground as she did so and she was more than sure that the soles of her brogues would be scuffed and dirty. She herself did not care, but she could hear the voice of her carer already.
"I could have hurt you!" She shouted, "Were you not told to step in front of swings!?"
Anastasia huffed and shook her head, her heart still beating fast out of shock. The girl was very lucky that she hadn't been catapulted to her death.
"Before we play I think you should learn the basics of health and safety."
(ooc: chak-chak - russian sweet.)OTHERHow did you find us?
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