Anastasiya Valda

Our Lady of Justice, Lady of Strings, The Lady In Red.

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Five foot four inches

One hundred and thirty one pounds

When you first get a look at her Anastasiya she does not seem like an intimidating figure, standing as she does at just over five feet tall. But when you take a closer look, and see her from her bad side. The entire right side of her body, from her face to her thigh is covered by a burn scar. Now for most people it would detract from her beauty, but in her case it adds something to it. Something that you cant really grasp tell you have been at the receiving end of her temper and glorious rage.

Her hair is light blond with slight pale streaks running through, while her eyes are a clear cut blue... As cold as arctic ice. She tends to dress in crisp business suits and carries her self with a detached if arrogant air. Oddly, its this vary attitude that has lead to her success. As an added note, shes hardly ever seen with out a cigar in her mouth or at least on her person.

tea, Power, Strength, Cigars, Vodka, Scotch, Dancing, Guns, soviet Russia.

Weakness, crying, children, people under her command dying, post 1992 Russia.

Will not help people who do not help them selves,very cold, views weakness as a sin punishable by death, Seems to seek death, A rather angry individual, often holds grudges, seeks revenge for almost any slight, detached.

Keen intellect. focused, A strong and capable leader, honorable. is a woman of her word, detached.

While not a devote person, she does see the use of region in and as such respects it and those who practice it no matter what form that religion comes in.

A Saiga Shotgun and a Makarov Pistol modified to fire rounds deadly to spiritual entities.

name: Pupa Theatrum (Puppet Theater)

description: Anastasiya's primary weapons are a set of very long monomolecular razor wires, which she controls as if they where extensions of her own body. The wires are sharp enough to slice through steel, concrete and other such materials with no trouble though, she can use them to bind and restrain targets without damaging them. These wires are stored in each finger of her gloves and can reach lengths of up to one hundred yards. The basic power of these wires(Aside from their sheer cutting power) is that they can reduce the weight of anything they touch by up to quarter with each successful hit(Think of Izuru's zan but in reverse.).

type: Weight Manipulation

techniques: For: Sigil
Name: Contemptum Debilis (Contempt for the weak)
Type: Offensive/ deffensive
Cost: Slightly taxing
Range: Short to long
Description: By braiding her wires together Anna can create a thin wall to protect her from on coming attacks. Though she can use this as both a blunt and sharp instrument in order to attack. The wall is roughly 20 feet in total circumference.

For: Sigil
Name: Probatio filum (Trial of wire)
Type: Deffensive/Supportive
Cost: Mildly taxing
Range: short to mid range
Description: By throwing her wires all out about her and her enemies and detaching parts of the actual wire she can create a web of death. Can cover an area of up to fifty yards, though it is generally smaller then this. These wires can be seen, but given the nature of the weapon it is difficult, they are after all wires and by their very nature are exceedingly thin.

For: Sigil
Name: Iudicari, et requisita (Judged and found wanting)
Type: Offensive
Cost: Moderatly taxing to highly taxing ((Depending on the total area covered)
Range: shot to long
Description: Anna hardens her spiritual energy around her wires causing them to be come ridged, she can then extend them like spears and or use them as closer melee weapons if she wants to. Can go up to sixty yards.

For: Sigil
Name: Misericordia(Mercy)
Type: Offensive
Cost: Highly Taxing
Range: close to long
Description: showing mercy to ones enemy is a weakness that Anastasiya just can not abide. They deserve death and to show them anything less is in its self a sign of weakness. With this in mind Anastasiya' developed this technique. By sending a huge amount of energy out through each and ever one of her wires she can assume direct control of their path, length and everything else about them. No longer does she need to move and flex or do anything with her body to attack and control the strings though she can choose to do so in order to add more power to her attacks.They can travel up to the maximum length of the wire, which in most cases is 100 yards though it can be lessened. Lasts 6 posts. 4 post cool down.

Being born at the tail end of the soviet union was something of a curse for young Anastasiya. She would grow up hearing tales of her nations glorious past, of wars fought and blood shed, of honor and unity like never before seen. It was a world of dreams, a world she couldn't help but pining for that lost world. It was this want, this need for a changed world that caused her to join her nations military at the age of eighteen. Little did she know that the nation she had so much respect and love for was nothing more then a joke in the modern world.

But in the end that didn't matter she was fighting for a better world, so skilled was she in the areas of armed combat that she was eventually invited to join the Spetsnaz GRU, the ultimate special forces branch of their military. Though after a year in that program she started to get disenchanted with they way her country was being ran. Her leaders did not seem interested in bring their nation back to glory, and so on her twenty-ninth birthday she left the military and went to find a new dream, one that wouldn't be crushed by bureaucratic piss ants.

She eventually found that, oddly enough in the church and its fight against the evils that had invaded the land. Yes she had finally found her true calling and it gave new meaning to her life... Even if she didn't hold strictly to the ideals of the organization she had joined.

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Lush, green hills dotted with white, fluffy sheep and bouncing goats while some little pennywhistle bounced out a tune was what almost anyone thought of when they thought of Carraig since that's what was presented on every damn travel program and brochure. Watching the fabulous display at the games today had been pretty epic, even though most of the events had been throwing, and Cookie had concluded that this assignment to the little green island fenced in by high mountains and cliffs was secretly harbouring something awesome. Every area had its little spots that only the locals knew, little secret ingredients that gave the area that zing that tourists just couldn't put their finger on because they weren't in the know. Sure, Cookie knew about the nightclubs and bar life in the larger cities in Carraig; those were advertised extensively in the travel guides and all through the damn airport. No, what Cookie was after was different than going to some dark nightclub, downing Guinness, and dancing to Flogging Molly (though she did have that on her to-do list for the week).

Tonight, though... Tonight! Cookie smiled to herself, the nearly boiling water of the deep tub rising up to her shoulders, making light and silky fur darker than it really was as it clung to her body. Tonight, she was spending with Prince Brendon, not as a Prince representing the country and a foreign reporter interviewing (well, maybe a little of that), but as someone who had promised to show Cookie the wilder side of the sheepy nation. After the games were over they'd parted ways, Brendon promising to pick her up later that night. It would be low-key, no bodyguards, and not meant to draw attention to himself, and Cookie was rather fine with that; she liked to follow the action or participate in the fun stuff, but just being the center of attention and drawing other reporters was just bad form. Besides, she was a bit territorial.

Human form was tiring to keep up, and Cookie knew she was more nocturnal by nature, so the best way to keep herself under control in the Prince's company? Nap during the day and bathe for an hour or two before shifting to human. No scent, fully recharged, and she'd be able to keep up with whatever the night brought her way, and she liekd to try and be prepared for anything. Blue eyes slid closed as Cookie submerged herself under the hot water, the bathroom its own little sauna, a shining black nose just peeking above the water's edge. He'd promised the most amazing night she'd ever seen... Cookie had seen some pretty awesome stuff before, but that accent... A tiny twitch rolled down her furry stomach. Between his good looks, charming personality, and that accent, Brendon could probably read the stock exchange for a few minutes and keep her attention.

Three rounds of pet shampoo and two of cherry-vanilla bodywash later (after Brendon's beastly bodyguard had so easily sniffed her out and nearly given Cookie away, like hell she was taking any chances), Cookie was finally satisfied enough to leave the hot recesses of the tub to shift to her human form and get ready. Changing was never entirely painless, but thankfully it had gotten faster and more bearable over the years, and taking time to take off her human form and relax during the afternoon and evening would be enough to let her carry on just fine for another day or two. Damp blonde hair spiked all over as it dried, gel and texturizer promising to keep her hair looking somewhat untamed; after all, it was supposed to be a wild night, right? The little red button on her recorder pushed down as Cookie set to dressing and getting ready. "Amping up for the night is light preparing to go on a hunt where I don't know what the game is or the terrain I'll be going through; it's all entirely a surprise, left to the imagination of the hunky prince who has so graciously offered to give me a good show. Carraig seems to hold up to having more to it than what you soak in from the shows on TV and the vacation packets. The Highland Games were pretty awesome, but there's something there, something else under the surface that I saw in the people there. Not just the participating athletes, but in the people watching, too. Everyone from the guy at the snack shack to his Highness shared it, even though I can't quite tell just yet what it was. It was tangible, though, and I hope to find out tonight what it is."

That wasn't just articulate prose, self-indulgent and hoping to keep a reader's short attention span; there really had been something there. Like a sense of pride that was shared, a like an ancient unity that came from reconnecting to their ancient roots through the glorified sport of throwing dead sheep and logs. It was pretty damn cool, and something Cookie hadn't really seen before, but it was hint enough to tell her that yes, Carraig did have that little secret extra spice in the flavour packet. And she planned to find it and get a taste. She grinned a little to herself, canines pointing ever so slightly as Cookie adjusted her collar so that the tags faced the front. When the knock came to her door, she nearly jumped, shutting off the recorder and giving it a look that almost told the gadget to wish her luck as she shoved it into her purse. The strings that laced up the thighs of her leather shorts tugged tightly across Cookie's skin as she got up from her seat, the string that laced up the front of her shorts tied tightly, its bow moving side to side with her movements as the door opened wide. The hall light glinted off the various piercings in her ears, off her collar, and the purple rhinestone bellyring that was exposed under her black croptop. "Well Miss Waterford, I hope you're up for a wild night."

....Ohgodthataccent. A tiny chill dripped down Cookie's neck as she smiled rather playfully. "Always," she replied, her tone and expression presenting the image of adventurous. "I totally don't do tame." The lights went off and the door was shut behind her, Cookie drawing in a silent breath before diving into the unknown. God she was such an adrenaline junkie sometimes. The ready-for-anything smile under bright blue eyes never faded as she turned back to Brendon. "So, like, tell me. Where does the night start to carve a trail of awesome?"

EL-1

HAN: 14
REI: 17
HAK: 19
SEI: 14
BUK: 20
HOH: 21
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 105

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