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anastasia nikolaevna romanova nicknameNastya, Anya, Nastenka, Malenkaya (meaning "little one")birthday18 June, 1901place of birthSt. Petersburg, RussiagenderFemalesexualityHeterosexualtime periodEarly 20th century; Russian Revolution; WWI-eramembergroupClock Crashers!play byDianna Agronlikes: Her family (particularly her older sister Maria, her brother Alexei, and her father),Pranks, teasing and practical jokes,Performing and dramatics, Her Russia,Laughing and seeing others laugh,Dancing, running, ice skating, the outdoors, Caring for her brother, The soldiers,Getting her siblings in a little trouble,Drawing, photography, satirical poetry, People, in general, Dogs, animals, And spontaneity. dislikes: The Bolsheviks, War and the riots, Pessimism, seeing others upset, Captivity and seclusion, Her brother's illness, Her grammar, language, and arithmetic lessons, As well as most all her lessons, Boredom, Her mother's health regiments (those massages?), Her father losing the throne, Pompous people,Wearing white gloves (which always end up getting dirty),And the taste of black tea.personality: Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova is a very mischievous individual, full of blatant personality. A bit of a tomboy, she has a nose for pranks and jokes, curiosity and antics. When it comes to trouble, the young Grand Dutchess is brilliant. Nastya's liveliness and vivaciousness offers her a certain personal charisma. A good word for this is "charming"; Anastasia is charming. Her charm may stem from her understanding of people. She realizes that every one needs optimism and the greatest form of optimism is found in laughter. She adores other's laughter almost as much as she enjoys her own. She's a very happy person, always instilling fun into what she's doing. And while her optimism or entertainment may appear to border naivety, she's bright. She is not scholarly, rather very clever and witty. Nastya's skilled with her words...though many times she doesn't realize when what she says or does goes too far, when she reaches that sensitive area. Among some, she's gotten a bad reputation because of that fact. She's either a darling or a devil, depending on whom you ask. She is sweet once you get by the teasing. After all, she means her antics to be endearing, for the most part. And she's very caring towards those who need it. Most important to her being, however, is the fact that Anastasia's also deeply loyal, particularly to her family. She'd do nearly anything for those she considers family.family: Tsar Nicholas Alexandrovich Romanov II : FatherTsarina Alexandra Feodorovna Romanova: MotherGrand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna Romanova: SisterGrand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna Romanova: SisterGrand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna Romanova: SisterTsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov: Brotherhistory: On the 18th of June, 1901, the Tsar Nicholas II excused himself for a long walk around the grounds of Peterhof Palace. His wife, Tsarina Alexandra, had just given birth to a baby girl, the fourth in a line of Grand Dutchesses. The Tsar, along with the remainder of the Romanov family, had been hoping and praying for a boy, someone who could legally inherit the Russian throne. Despite this broken dream, the Tsar and his family welcomed the girl with love, naming her Anastasia, meaning "breaker of chains" or "of the resurrection". A son would come soon enough (three years, to be exact) when Tsarevich Alexei was born. Her younger brother would complete the close-knit family - father Nicky, mother Alix, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexei. Anastasia had a fairly simple upbringing, particularly for someone who carried the title “Her Imperial Highness the Grand Dutchess, Anastasia”. Nicholas and Alix believed in producing grounded children, with good character and moral. They, however, didn’t quite expect young Anastasia. Anastasia, or Nastya as she was nicknamed, gathered the reputation as the “imp” of the royal family. From the very beginning, Nastya displayed great personal charm. Anastasia was a troublemaker, a tomboy fond of practical jokes and pranks. She lived to laugh and to hear those around her laugh. She became known for her impersonations of aristocrats, her witty remarks, and the faces she tended to make in photographs. While her antics and bright persona made her one of Russia’s darlings, she also became very acquainted with punishment. Her partner-in-crime was typically her more angelic sister, Maria or Mashka. The two together became known as The Little Pair and were unbelievable close. Maria’s good-nature and kind demeanor played balance to Nastya’s feisty need for adventure and mischief. They were nearly opposites, and yet, the perfect pair. The two often sought refuge in their shared room, or better yet (in Anastasia’s eyes) the grounds of whatever home they were staying at. Anastasia also doted on her younger brother, Alexei. The youngest often stuck together. Nastya, while usually rough in her play, was very aware of her brother’s hemophilia, an illness that plagued many of the royal heirs. She became tender and caring around Baby, but she did not lose her sense of humor. She still liked teasing her brother, but often placed him on the same level as her father, whom she nearly worshipped.The Romanov children had a daily routine: wake up, visit with the Tsarina, lessons, play, and tea with both parents. Anastasia was a bright child, though not in the scholarly sense, like her older sisters Olga and Tatiana. She couldn’t stand the confines of the classroom, and went to great lengths, including bribing her tutors, to get out of her lessons. She didn’t receive high remarks in her grammar, arithmetic, or language lectures (English, French, Russian). She was more concerned with the arts – drawing, painting, and, most of all, dramatics. If it weren’t for her responsibilities, she might have considered a career in acting. The young Grand Dutchess, however playful, was surprisingly aware of these responsibilities. And only became more aware when The Great War sparked in Russia. While "The Big Pair", Olga and Tatiana, and her mother became nurses and her father and Alexei helped on the military front, Nastya and Maria could only visit the soldiers at the hospital. Cheer them up, joke with them - it was Nastya's specialty. And it was quite enjoyable watching Maria around the soldiers...but it wasn't a light situation.In 1917, when Anastasia was sixteen, her beloved Papa abdicated the throne due to pressure from the opposing Bolsheviks. No longer was he Tsar of all Russia and no longer did young Alexei stand in line for leadership. The Russian Revolution was underway. Anastasia and her family were placed under house arrest and moved to Tobolsk, Siberia. As always, she tried to stay positive - she played tricks on the guards and wrote bad love stories for Maria. But then the family was separated. Nicholas, Alexandra, and Maria were brought to Yekaterinberg while Olga, Tatiana, Nastya, and Alexei were to remain in their current captivity. Without all her family, the situation seemed more dire. Anastasia and Alexei begin sewing jewels into their clothing - safe keeping, protection, just in case. The summer of 1918, Anastasia and her siblings were also moved to Yekaterinberg. With every one again, she felt her spirits lift some. She'd throw a provocative comment at a guard, or maybe tease a sibling for the mere sake of keeping people laughing. Keeping some sort of optimism. But the captivity here was more strict - like a prison. Anastasia grew stir-crazy and even her attitudes faltered. When she needed some sort of escape, she simply went to open a window to see the world outside. A Bolshevik shot at her. Her Russia was gone. July 17, 1918 - Anastasia was seventeen. While still well aware of the troubling circumstance, Nastya had managed, or at least for the past few days, to find herself again. To find a bit of optimism or hope. She wasn't quite sure where it had came from, but she went to bed with that feeling. Only to be waken up in the middle of the night. They were going to the cellar, she had been told. They were going to be moved again. She should wake up Maria. Downstairs, her mother asked for chairs for herself and Alexei. She asked politely, of course. Always polite. They waited alone, just her and her family. It seemed routine, until she caught a glimpse of her father's face. He seemed distant, maybe worried. Maybe this wasn't routine, afterall... The door opened again, she remembers hearing the creaking sound. A Bolshevik leader entered, followed by guard and another, carrying guns. Anastasia was used to this sight - a guard with a gun was common outside the house where they had spent the last months. She wasn't, however, used to them pointing their guns directly at her family. Someone said the word "treason", her father said something, Maria grabbed her arm, and then there was a searing pain. The room got darker and her body melted away. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - this pain could possible be worse than that which Alexei felt in his sickness. This was death?As soon as her body went, an intense shock shook her again. Lightening, it was all she could liken it to. It was impossible to describe. Anastasia found herself to be in a different body (a slightly older body) and was informed this was a different time. A future time. But her family...left back in that cellar...It just had to be a trick...or insanity. kate - twenty - six years They say that once you learn how to ride a bicycle, you'll never forget. Apparently, that circular bend-and-extend motion is forever engrained in your memory as soon as you manage your first few feet sans training wheels. According to this sentiment, even after years without setting ass on a bicycle's cushion, your body will still remember how to balance itself, still be aware of the speed necessary to stay upright. From experience, Charlee found this concept to be very true. After all, she could still pedal like mad, but it was telling in regards to other matters as well. Other matters like writing, reading, and how to get to the Coven's safehouse. It had been nine years since Charlee had set foot in Midheaven, including Midheaven's forest. That meant just under a decade had passed since she gave a try to finding the large cabin. Still, here she was, making her way there. She clearly recalled each critical turn in the path. She remembered which hills to climb. And she easily knew that she was half way when she passed the tree that resembled the home of the Keebler elves. She didn't need to think on where to go, she merely went. Yes, she merely went...now. While Charlee knew she could navigate the forest, she had allowed herself to put off making this trip. She had allowed her mind to craft excuses, and they had been excuses that no one would have deemed reasonable. That damn weather. That pesky errand. She'd wait until she was settled. She'd head out there tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe the next. Next week was going to be sunny, according to that large man on the telly! Her reasons for her procrastination were completely beyond her. Now that she was making tracks in the forest, she was eager to reach the cabin. The witch wanted to see what had become of the place that housed so many of her childhood memories. Meetings, dinners, all those rendez-vous she had been dragged along on. The cabin knew of them. What caused her to pick up her pace and ignore the temptation to turn back, though, was her curiosity to see for herself what had become of the Coven. Soon enough, she had cleared the tree line, only to find the cabin sat out before her. Surprisingly, but pleasantly, it hadn't changed much at all. It was almost as if it had preserved itself as it had been back then. It was still intact, a good sign, though it did appear a bit smaller than she remembered. Every thing was bigger as a kid. Smaller or not, there it was. And here she was. Charlee didn't offer herself the opportunity to hesitate long enough to closely examine whatever changes there may be to the place, instead starting determinedly for the front door. She didn't want her mind to have the chance to come up with yet another ill-crafted excuse. At the door - that oddly rememberable front door - Charlee could easily make out the sounds of movement inside. A footstep and a shuffle of some sort. She didn't think much of it, and started at the latch, which proved to be just as tricky to free now as it had been nine years ago. She managed, though, and opened the door only enough for her to slide inside. The moment the welcoming air of the cabin hit her, she realized what the previous sounds had implied. There was someone here. Charlee didn't look up immediately, now piecing together why she had put off returning to this particular place. She was going to have to explain herself to the witches. Now. It was likely no one would remember her. It was just as likely that they did remember her, but wouldn't care for her now. Nine years was a long time in this day and age. Charlee didn't like the idea of waltzing in to the cabin and announcing her return. But she had already waltzed in. Now, at the threshold, her procrastination finally made sense. She was nervous. Slowly, she raised her chin, noting the brown-haired young man standing and staring at her. Charlee didn't bother noting the room; she focused on him. Her upper teeth gently fell along her lower lip as she took in his features, letting any greeting skip her mind. From his first tired expression, she assumed him to not be having the best of days. Meaning this probably wasn't the best of times to waltz in on him. Yet, she caught his expression change, his eyes glancing over her, not with a look of mistrust, but as if he were trying to pick her from his memory. "Yes?" she replied reluctantly, after a good three seconds hesitation, "Charlette Monroe." By the time she had started on her last name, however, Charlee had placed him, just as he had placed her. It had been his eyes. His other features had changed, but his eyes were the give-away. "But, I usually go by Charlee now, Morgan," she mused, playfully emphasizing the witch's name. It rolled off her tongue. Her own features made way for a large, toothy grin, relief and excitement playing at her and pushing all nervousness aside. "Though, if you really like my full name, I might allow it. For now."FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0
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