Anya Weiss

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Personal Information

• Name: Anya Weiss
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Age: 20 years old
  
  • Date of Birth: Feb 13th, 1994
    
  • Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia
    
  
  
• Ethnicity: Russian
  
• Height: 5’7
  
• Weight: 135lbs
  
• Eye Color: Dark blue
  
• Hair Color: Dull red
  

Physical Appearance

-Average height. Defined muscle tone, and active build.
-Very pale complexion and covered in freckles.
-Dark, rust colored hair. To her shoulder blades in length, and very curly at the ends.
-Dark blue eyes. If looks could kill this woman’s glare would slaughter thousands.
-Round face though seen mostly with harsh expressions that make her appear older than what she actually is.

Personality

Anya Weiss could be described easily as the most frustrating individual one would ever have the pleasure of meeting. It’s been mentioned multiple times, by multiple individuals, that talking to a brick wall would get better results than trying to converse with Anya. She is stubborn beyond believe and would fight tooth and nail for something she deemed as necessary. There was no time for her to care about anyone else’s problems but her own. On top of this she is also impatient, short tempered, and impulsive. If she thinks something can be done she does it without thinking of the consequences that may follow afterwords; most of the time it brought the results she was aiming for anyway. Others were intimidated by her brash nature and hid it behind judgmental comments, which proceeded with a sharp tongue and harsh vocabulary from Anya that only grew more fluid with age. It is rare, however, Anya does poses some sort of redeeming qualities to her. Around those she cares about she can be very caring, nurturing, and protective. Though after finding herself alone, those traits as far as she is concerned are lost as she struggles to care even for herself.

History

Anya Weiss was born on the thirteenth of Feburary in St. Petersburg, Russia, to two less than proud parents. Her mother was wary bringing a child up, while her father was even less enthused about raising his new daughter. They managed, though it was a struggle, to work their hardest to not only keep the family together but provide for Anya. It was hard, as Anya grew up to the sounds of angry voices and stressed adults which only seemed to intensify as her sister was conceived.

At this point in Anya’s life, it seemed like her parents made a pretty decent living and according to her mother at the time it wouldn’t be hard to bring another child into the household. Though her father thought differently as more of his “free time” would be wasted and it wasn’t long after Viktoriya was born that he left the Weiss family. After that everything changed.

Anya was expected to do so much more than what was normally expected from an seven year old. Her mother kicked into overdrive with her career and demanded things around the house when she was too tired to do it herself. Her mother’s attitude grew harsh as the years continued and everything Anya achieved was never good enough. Her mother wanted her daughters to climb in life and emotionally abused them, mainly Anya, into thinking their efforts paled in comparison to her’s. Due to this Anya grew to have an anxious, and quite view on life, often panicking or freaking out over anything that didn’t quite go right for her.

The year Anya turned fourteen was the year that her mother received the promotion of her lifetime and moved the Weiss family across seas to the United States. They settled in the city of Auberry, California to begin anew. Well, anew for their mother, in Fresno, California where her work took place. It was the same old abandonment for Viky and Anya. However, Anya’s perception began to change in her transition to another country. She became numb to consequence and began sticking up for herself, but mainly for her sister.

Realizing that she was the only positive light in their life she began to take charge to raise her and her sister right. No one started to step in her way and Anya worked to change herself. To what she thought would better herself. Confidence and stubbornness began to blossom in her until words flew from her mouth without a flinching recoil. By the time she graduated high school she walked with fire in her eyes.

Example Post

It was dark. The only light was that of a large candle on the living room table, casting an orange glow on two dark figures sitting still. Not a sound was made except for the soft sound of rain against the foggy windows and the soft creaks from the settling house.

“Mom’s not home yet?”

There was a pause as there was no response from the taller figure.

“Anya?”

Anya shook her head slowly, barely registering her sister was speaking to her.

“No. Also, you can speak English here if you want. Mom’s not here to yell, Viky.”

“Do you know what’s keeping her?” Viktoriya asked, ignoring Anya’s previous request.

There was a small sigh as she shrugged, “Do you think I honestly care? Maybe I can finally get to sleep with a decent mood before she arrives to complain about how neither of us have jobs yet.”

“You do have one though.”

“Though it’s true I get paid teaching art at the community center it’s not really a real job in her eyes. You know how brainwashed she is from working a stupid office job all day.”

Viktoriya sighed as she leaned against her sister, getting comfortable as she watched the small fire. The smaller girl was about to open her mouth before a small click rang through the house and the front door burst open.

In the frame stood a tall, red haired woman that looked as if she burnt a village down and was upset that it didn’t smoulder the way she wanted. Time for her to start another fire and try again.

Brown eyes darted around the halls, looking for her daughters as she shut the door behind her. “Girls?”

Before their mother could make her way through the house as she placed her belongings down, Anya quickly looked at her sister. She quickly brought her index finger to her lips to silently tell Viktoriya to remain quiet.

“Girls?” their mother repeated. Rounding the corner into the living room and glancing around.

Anya took her sister’s hand and pulled her out of the room just as she entered. With another tug into the halls they managed to tiptoe their way up the stairs without being caught and into her younger sister’s room. The atmosphere grew thick with anxiety as the girls attempted, like many nights before, to avoid Galina as they moved around the house at a late hour.

“Are you staying tonight?” Viky asked, huffing when Anya quickly tucked her in and paused to listen for their mother. Footsteps creaked threateningly at the base of the stairs, making Anya pause for dear life.

She looked back down and smiled sadly. “Not tonight. I have previous arrangments. I can never make these plans when she’s around me.” She brushed the brown hair from her sister’s face as she gave her a quick hug. “Be safe. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Don’t miss school this time.”

“No promises.”

"And if she askes--"

"You worked to hard and stayed at your 'friend's' house for the night."

"Good. Goodnight."

With a creak of the window, Anya slid down the sloping rooftops to the damp ground below.

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