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[size=8pt]- ̗̀ i am a human being, capable of doing terrible things ̖́ -
 anastasia maeve romanova
 aka analiese romanov, anna smith, anya michaels, anna romanoff
 native to st. petersburg, russia
 fluent in russian, english, french, italian, spanish, and portuguese, familiar with dozens more (she gets around)
 true neutral
 psychological manipulation is her bread and butter
 underestimate her, i dare ya
 she's a quick study, incredibly bright
 skilled in acrobatics, martial arts, strategy
 her parents were two of twelve casualties during the bombing of a cafe in st. petersburg. immediately after the attack, three figures cloaked in black appeared on the scene. one plucked from the wreckage a whimpering child, not more than six years old, skin soft as a lamb's ear and dappled red by blood and viscera. with a slap, her cries were silenced. they named her anastasia and she became the third recruit for their organization's latest project: the black lodge
 the black lodge was a remote cabin complex hidden somewhere in russia's great expanse. there she was trained in discipline, patience, fortitude, resilience, detachment. in other words, ballet. in other other words, espionage and murder. she and 29 other girls were pitted against each other so the org could handpick its next generation of sleeper agents. ana was one of their star pupils
 how to spell guilt in a nine letter word? anastasia. she was brought up with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, all while en pointe. the number of people she stalked, blackmailed, kidnapped, tortured, killed - it weighs on her like the world does on atlas. now, she knows what she did was wrong. but then, the org had her wrapped around its pinky finger, playing her like a marionette with strings made of hope and fear and caged fury
 she has a light russian accent naturally, but is adept at hiding it and adopting others. unless she's upset, in which case it's full 70-year old russian dedushka
 human chameleon
 russian lullabies are her kryptonite
 bisexual, though not exactly out and proud
 she's plagued by nightmares, flashbacks to her time in the lodge
 eyerolls 4 dayz
 too much sass for someone with only 5 feet 3 inches to her name
 the one thing she knows is hers alone is her art. the lodge didn't teach her that
 despite being impatient by nature, the composure to wait for hours on end until a target leaves the safety of their car or hotel room or emergency bunker was drilled into her well enough to stick
 acts of service and physical touch are her love languages (she's crap at words of affirmation ok)
 her smile could light the cosmos
 she struggles with identity. who wouldn't when they had 30 different passports and birth certificates in their trunk, 30 different faces ready to be put on at a moment's notice
 don't let her exterior (and the first 70 layers of her personality onion) fool you, she's a softie on the inside. there's only so much innocence that can be ripped from you, only so much compassion that can be stomped out. she's a fierce protector, a resourceful strategist. but her trust in people is as poor as a mouse's in snakes
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[size=8pt]- ̗̀ i am a human being, capable of doing terrible things ̖́ -
 anastasia maeve romanova
 aka analiese romanov, anna smith, anya michaels, anna romanoff
 native to st. petersburg, russia
 fluent in russian, english, french, italian, spanish, and portuguese, familiar with dozens more (she gets around)
 true neutral
 psychological manipulation is her bread and butter
 underestimate her, i dare ya
 she's a quick study, incredibly bright
 skilled in acrobatics, martial arts, strategy
 her parents were two of twelve casualties during the bombing of a cafe in st. petersburg. immediately after the attack, three figures cloaked in black appeared on the scene. one plucked from the wreckage a whimpering child, not more than six years old, skin soft as a lamb's ear and dappled red by blood and viscera. with a slap, her cries were silenced. they named her anastasia and she became the third recruit for their organization's latest project: the black lodge
 the black lodge was a remote cabin complex hidden somewhere in russia's great expanse. there she was trained in discipline, patience, fortitude, resilience, detachment. in other words, ballet. in other other words, espionage and murder. she and 29 other girls were pitted against each other so the org could handpick its next generation of sleeper agents. ana was one of their star pupils
 how to spell guilt in a nine letter word? anastasia. she was brought up with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, all while en pointe. the number of people she stalked, blackmailed, kidnapped, tortured, killed - it weighs on her like the world does on atlas. now, she knows what she did was wrong. but then, the org had her wrapped around its pinky finger, playing her like a marionette with strings made of hope and fear and caged fury
 she has a light russian accent naturally, but is adept at hiding it and adopting others. unless she's upset, in which case it's full 70-year old russian dedushka
 human chameleon
 russian lullabies are her kryptonite
 bisexual, though not exactly out and proud
 she's plagued by nightmares, flashbacks to her time in the lodge
 eyerolls 4 dayz
 too much sass for someone with only 5 feet 3 inches to her name
 the one thing she knows is hers alone is her art. the lodge didn't teach her that
 despite being impatient by nature, the composure to wait for hours on end until a target leaves the safety of their car or hotel room or emergency bunker was drilled into her well enough to stick
 acts of service and physical touch are her love languages (she's crap at words of affirmation ok)
 her smile could light the cosmos
 she struggles with identity. who wouldn't when they had 30 different passports and birth certificates in their trunk, 30 different faces ready to be put on at a moment's notice
 don't let her exterior (and the first 70 layers of her personality onion) fool you, she's a softie on the inside. there's only so much innocence that can be ripped from you, only so much compassion that can be stomped out. she's a fierce protector, a resourceful strategist. but her trust in people is as poor as a mouse's in snakes
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