Anastasia Ryen | Civilian

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✧ Funny
✧ Friendly
✧ Caring

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Self doubt
✦ Scared of letting her fears control her
✦ Panic attacks

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Parents: Brendon Sarah Ryen
Siblings: No
Other Family: Aunt Sharon Finn
Important Others: No one

History: She had a normal happy childhood. Dreaming of Princess and Princes in castles above the clouds. Damsels in distress saved by a prince on a white horse.  Until she turned ten when it all came crashing down. Her father was racing home from work. He was determined to get to his daughter's birthday party on time. So much so that he went too fast around a curve and spun out of control. Hitting a semi. He was killed instantly. She was left an empty shell. She learned to hide her emotions through humor. Raised by her over protective mother. So when she turned twenty and left home. It was a big fight. Her mother still calls her everyday.

All through high school she was the star of the archery team. Winning countless awards. But no one cared. She was the class nerd. She felt the wrath of countless bullies everyday. A good cry in the girls bathroom was normal for her. But half way through senior year she had reached her breaking point. And took a razor to her wrist. Her mother found her in the bathtub. She was rushed to the hospital. As she lay in and out of consciousness she swore she saw an angel. Telling her she was meant to do good in this world.  The doctors stopped the bleeding and brought her back. Ever since then she has swore to take care of people who can not take care of themselves. She started working in the local soup kitchen. And helping at the women's shelter.

But the death of her father still haunts her. She had only dated a few men after high school. But none would last. To her they all leave. She is still looking for that prince on a white horse.






Alias: Stacey
How did you find us?: Chatango
Experience: Over ten years of rps on proboards
Other Characters: NO
RP Sample: Rebel's eyes slowly started to open as her mind struggled to recall the events that lead her to this. She had just gotten off the bus. That was the last thing she remembered before being grabbed. A white cloth held over her mouth then all went dark.

Now she was sitting on the ground tied to a tree with rope. "Where am I?" she said in a weak voice. Her blue jeans were covered in dirt. And her once black shirt now seemed gray. Her bright red hair was mixed with blood and dirt. She now wished she had never came to Chicago, it was the cheapest ticket. The woods was the last place she wanted to be. If she was not careful she could start a fire that would spread in seconds. All her life she was in a battle with her power. She can make fire, ya, but at what cost.

She struggled but the more she fought the ropes the tighter they became. She could hear voices in the dark. It was night, how long was she out for? The laughter was what caught her attention. It sounded like a party. "Hello?" She called out. But nothing. She burn the ropes and get free. But she might set the tree on fire instead. Her mind raced to find a way to free herself. What did they want from her?


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