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[ANYA NIKOLAEVNA CALLAWAY]

"'Be grateful, Anya.' I am grateful - grateful to get away!" - Anya, Anastasia

NAME: Anastasia Nikolaevna Callaway
NICKNAMES: Anya
AGE: Twenty
BIRTHDAY: June 18th
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: Russian-American (presumably)
OCCUPATION: Assistant
PLAYED BY: Emma Stone
DISNEY: Anastasia
USER GROUP: Hero/Heroine

PERSONALITY !

POSITIVE! Anya likes to see the glass as half full. She's a pretty optimistic person who likes to make the best of whatever situation she's in, and is always working to find ways to improve said situation. Because of it, she tends to make friends easily and likes to encourage people, make them feel better despite whatever situation they're in. This doesn't make her completely delusional, though. She is realistic, and thinks things through and isn't blind to her situation. Her positive attitude makes her want to fix it.

HEADSTRONG! Determined and driven, Anya is always working towards a goal. It keeps her from sitting around and wondering and thinking and driving herself insane. But she's so driven and intent on her goals she tends to be quite stubborn, and doesn't exactly like changing, especially not for people. If she doesn't like something, it takes a lot of convincing to change her mind, and if she isn't into a job, it will more than likely never get done. She is a hard worker, yes, but only with things she actually gives a crap about. If she's really against it, she might actually go completely against what she's told. Does that mean she doesn't have her moments and gets down on herself and her situation? Ha. No. She's a drama queen in her own way, very dramatic, so she has her moments, but she's had to talk herself into moving on before, and she can always do it again.

CURIOUS! Curiosity kills, and it may likely be the death of Anya. She has a little habit of exploring and sometimes snooping, listening in on conversations. Her adventurous ways make her want to explore everything new around her, and she's always asking questions and trying to learn all the things she never got to learn from living in the orphanage. She's also quite outspoken from being in the orphanage, so if she has a question? She's just asking it, no matter how weird/embarrassing. For some reason, she didn't develop all of the social censors most twenty year olds tend to by this time. Its probably just a part of her drive, but her curiosity and need to know and have answers do play a large part in it. She's also very talkative.

IMAGINATIVE! Sometimes, all Anya had was her imagination to entertain her. And she's a thinker: so much so that sometimes, she gets lost in her own thoughts. Which she hates, because she has those weird flashbacks and they always want to make her think more and she spends her time thinking about things that make her head hurt, but wastes precious life doing so. She likes to make the most of her time, so she keeps herself busy. That doesn't mean her imagination goes away. She often likes to daydream about what her parents were like, about nice homes and coming home from school with a backpack and Thanksgiving dinners with the family she never had. It makes her very creative. She wishes she could do something more... well... fulfilling with her life than play assistant, though at the time she's enjoying it a bit. She just wishes she could do something for herself for once...


QUIRKS: Constantly plays with her fingers, shrugging and sighing when tired/annoyed with a conversation, talking to herself/things that can't exactly talk back, playing with her necklace

LIKES: Hats, dressing up, traveling, learning, reading books, asking questions, winning, small dogs, explosives/things that go boom, bows, peppermint
DISLIKES: Being told what to do, bad attitudes, losing, deception, using people, nagging, waiting, staying still, having nightmares (hers are always worse), fire

HISTORY !

Anya's earliest memories are scattered. She's tried to think back before, but all she could think of was fire, a garden, fire and more fire. The first solid thing she remembers is being asked her name at an orphanage outside of Petergof, and she didn't know anything but Anya. Not that they care much anyways. Three days later, she was shipped off to an orphanage in the United States, and it was there that she grew up. She was allowed to name herself, though. There was a man that had brought her over named Mr Callaway, and he was much kinder than the social workers in Russia, so when asked her name, she said "Anya Callaway". For her middle name, she randomly said "Nikolaevna". No one knew why. The lady gave her a strange look, and all Anya could say was "Thats what I want. I like it."

The part of her history that she doesn't remember is that her parents owned a grand hotel in Russia, and her real name was Anastasia Romanova. Her mother's name was actually Nikolaevna, and it was something Anya had been proud of knowing. She had been a bright, energetic, often wild young girl, always getting into trouble, making friends with anyone and anyone who was willing. One night, however, her home was attacked, and she had been playing in her room with a necklace her Grandmother had given her, and didn't know about the fire until she opened her door and the hall was on fire. She tried to get out, but the smoke got to her and debris from the crumbling ceiling above hit her on the head. She made it into the forest beyond the garden where she used to play, a secret hiding place she often went to, before passing out. Three days later, Anya of no last name and no memory showed up at an orphanage.

Once taken to the orphanage, she was the same wild child she never really remembered. She was playful and loud and always making friends as much as she could. Her leader like personality was her best quality, and she was rather popular with most kids, especially the younger ones. When she turned eighteen, she was asked to help out for a few years, and a few months, when she turned twenty, she was sent to work at a meat market that the owners brother owned. When she was on her way, right before she was about to get on a train, she stopped, and stated at the train, not moving for a long time, even after it pulled away. She didn't move until another train came along, and she stowed away onto that one, not knowing or caring where it took her. She ended up in Fantasia City, and when wandering, she came across a man who looked in a hurry at a coffee shop, a journalist for the local paper. She asked him what was wrong, and he explained he was going to be late for work, and that he needed coffee to survive the day. She offered to bring the coffee to him, and when she did, he asked her to do a few other things for him. A week later, he hired her as an assistant. Since then, she recently bought an apartment and has been working there... wondering what to do with her life.

SAMPLE !

You really are curious, you know that?


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Ariadne had always been a night person. The time of day had always seemed to effect her mood... it was something her brother had once pointed out. In the morning, he would say she was only partly awake, no matter how late into the morning it was. Her eyes would blink lazily like a cat on a porch on a breezy summer afternoon, and she would stare at you like she was not seeing you, but someone through you. In the afternoon, she would walk around with a bounce to her step, content in life and smiling left and right with a radiance that shamed the sun. At night, a firework went off in her heart and burned the entire night though, and she was ecstatic and energetic and a dragon couldn't stop her. These were not her thoughts on herself, however. That was how he described them to her, with that fond chuckle she would remember nowadays and get stomach aches over. He always liked to use analogies, and was a man of words. Languages fascinated him as books did to her, which was why Molavon had quickly become her favorite place in Thivea: The Swift Library. She had spent her entire day in there, morning until dusk, when a man walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. He was a friendly man... old, with white hair. He had said "The books will be here tomorrow", to which she replied "I can't grantee I will be". To that comment, he smiled, and Ariadne thought of hugs and grandfathers she never had. With a chuckle, he replied "Then I suppose you will have to take them with you, then".

So Ariadne sat in the grass, watching the evenings festival at a distance as she held a newly finished book in her lap, two more at her side, one read and the other to be read. But right now, she was taking the time to absorb her own story. That was a problem she had: she was so obsessed with other stories, she forgot about her own. Seeing the people, the children playing games and the adults talking and laughing... it was a happy moment. A moment that made her forget about all the bad things in life and reminded her why she was still living. There was a thought that always bugged her: she could have very well swallowed poison the day she had heard about her engagement. Granted it was way too over dramatic for her tastes, but with the desperation and depression she had been suffering? It wasn't a fat fetched idea.

Smiling to herself, she leaned back with her hands behind her, holding her up as she tilted her head towards the stars, closing her eyes. What a night, too... a crisp, cool night. And the music floating from the festival... most days? She would join it, but oddly enough Ariadne was not in the mood to be in a crowd. Something in her just made her want to sit back and watch. Perhaps the hustle and bustle of the Black Market she had experienced not long ago. There was so much noise and chaos... to observe something so simple and happy was healing, in a way.
Opening her eyes, she felt the wind pass and heard a small whistle as it caught her windpipe. A small smile of remembrance passed her lips, and she unhooked it from her belt, holding it to her lips, but not playing. Granted, she was plenty far enough not to be heard, but she felt almost as if she would destroy the pleasant moment she was watching... perhaps she would watch a bit longer...

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M COBY AND I'M A PRETTY SCATTERBRAINED PERSON. I'M NINETEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH ANOTHER SITE. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS PETER PAN, HANDS DOWN

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opps! Noticed a small mistake- your middle name is different from the one mentioned in history. Just fix that up and we will be all good =]

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