WHITE, ANYA ELIZABETH

Full name: Anya Elizabeth White
Age and D.O.B.: Twenty-one, October 30th
Sexual orientation: Straight
Occupation: College student/Part-time waitress
Member group: Port Community College, Sophomore, Art Major

Face claim: Ksenia Solo
Distinguishing features:
She has a sparrow (has a little ribbon in its mouth with the phrase, "Let the sunshine in") tattoo located on her back. Along with that, she has a few scars on her wrists and one right below her collarbone (one or two were self-inflicted, others weren't). They all serve as a painful reminder of things that happened in the past, but you'll have to get the stories out of her. I'm not telling.

Likes: Art, Creative writing on occasion, Smell of vanilla, Watching movies, Singing in the shower, Tattoos, Hanging out with what few friends she has, An occasional drink or two, Coffee, Taste of strawberries, Boots..
Dislikes: Gossip/Rumors, Smell of cigars, Drinking til you vomit, Taste of mushrooms (allergic), Being betrayed, Cockiness in men, Being taken advantage of, Not having coffee in the morning..
Strengths: Her artistic abilities, Her inner strength and confidence, Being a good listener..
Weaknesses: Her tendency to be a loner, Her stubbornness, Chocolate, Coffee, Her sarcastic sense of humor..
Fears: Being taken advantage of again, Her father getting out of prison, Drowning, Clowns..
Habits: She tends to pace when she is feeling anxious or is worrying about something, Tends to play with whatever jewelry she has on when she's nervous..
Secrets:
- her father had abused her for years
- that she isn't as tough as she tries to act
- had run away from home a few times
- her father had killed her mother
- that she's smarter than she looks

Overall Personality:
Anya White may act like she's a tough cookie, but there's a kind and creative soul hiding somewhere underneath all the black that she tends to wear. She's been hurt in the past and she doesn't really want to repeat, so she acts all tough and bulletproof. Inside of her somewhere, there's a little girl who wants to be loved. She may be a bit shy and reserved, when you first meet her, but she will start to open up a little once she feels comfortable around you. She can be a bit hesitant to trust others fully, not wanting to get too close and then lose them or be betrayed again. Anya can be a loyal and fierce friend, once you're considered as one of her friends. She's the type of friend that will drive to pick your sorry butt up, though she may not seem enthused to do so. Just bribe her with coffee or chocolate, you'll be good in her book.
She isn't one of those high-maintenance kind of girls who needs the latest fashion accessory or anything like that, Anya does try to be pretty low-maintenance. Though she won't admit it out loud, but she has a bit of a hopeless romantic side to her. She is also realistic about it all, too. Anya knows well enough that no prince will be coming around to sweep her away to his castle or anything like that. There's a part of her that thinks she isn't good enough to be loved. Her father had made feel worthless and she's been doing good, but a part of her still believes it. If there's anyone who will be patient enough to break through her defenses, then come talk to me. She's also pretty decent at cooking food. Decent enough that no one will be getting food poisoning from her cooking. Anya does like to read on occasion, it's her escape. That, and movies. She does enjoy a good movie.

Mother: Isabella Marie Hart-White deceased
Father: Nathan Thomas White incarcerated
Siblings: an only child
Other: Aunt Prudence Hart (mom's sister)
Pets: A Beagle-Daschund mix named Bruno

Overall History:
Anya Elizabeth White was born on October 30th, to Isabella and Nathan White. They had tried for a second child, when Anya was about 2 years old, but Isabella had sadly miscarried. She had been devastated by it, but didn't allow it to affect her and Anya's growing relationship. She had been a great mother to Anya. Her father, Nathan, worked as a handy man and volunteer firefighter. Things were going pretty well for the Whites and years later, when Anya was about 10, things became to grow strange. An old friend of her father's had come back into town for a visit and this seemed to annoy Isabella. This friend wasn't very good to be around, since Nathan had been an alcoholic. He cleaned up before Anya was born and Isabella worried that he would relapse. He grew mad about this, thinking that she didn't trust him. And she happened to be right. One night after a frustrating work day and Nathan fell off the wagon. They got into an argument over it and as they fought, he took a swing at Isabella and gave her a black eye. She didn't really want to deal with this, so she took Anya and went to visit her family for a week. Nathan followed them, after a day or two, and dragged them both back home. He was mad that she took off, so they fought again and it led to another hit. Little did they know, Anya was watching all this from a little crack in her door. She got scared that her father was gonna hurt her mom really bad, so she cried out as if she had a bad dream and needed her mother. Isabella came running, tears streaming down her face.
Anya whispered the real reason why she cried and her mother clung to her daughter tightly, whispering that it was gonna be okay. But they didn't know that the next time things hit the fan, it was gonna cost more than just a black eye. Anya watched, as her father had pushed her mother down the stairs. She came running out, not even thinking, and took off down the stairs to her mother's side. Her mother smiled, as she caressed Anya's cheek. "Stay strong, my Anya. I love you." she had whispered, before her eyes closed for the last time. Anya had cried out, sobbing, when her father came down the stairs. He pulled her off of Isabella, kicking and screaming. "You tell anybody what really happened and you'll follow her." he had hissed, the threat clear in his voice. Anya didn't want to die, so she agreed.
She didn't know that she would take her mother's place. Since then, Anya started wearing black and being so much the happy child that she was. Her world became very dark and people wondered why. She did not tell, when she was asked many times. From 11 to about 18, Anya dealt with her father's wrath. She hardly brought friends over, in fear that they would get the same punishment. She didn't let her grades suffer, though. Anya knew that it would be her gateway to freedom. Then, when she was due to graduate, she made plans to get out of the house and go to college. Her father nearly ruined those plans for her, but putting her in the hospital. She had to go on crutches for a while, but he would take them from her from time to time and ridicule her. With that, she had enough. She needed to do something, so she went to her art. Drew a picture that depicted the scene that haunted her dreams for years. The night of her mother's death. She never told, but he never said that she couldn't draw it. Add in her statement to the police, once her art teacher realized what she was trying to say in her picture, and her father ended up behind bars. Her mother's case finally solved. She had started at a local school, but when her dad's old friend decided to pay a visit, she moved away. And now, she's out here with a bit of a fresh start.

Another day has begun, the sun is out and shining bright. Samantha Moriarty had been somewhat productive, going out for groceries and doing a bit of laundry. Once that was all done, it was time to work on some art. That's when things got to be a little frustrating. Her muse seemed to have taken a vacation, since she could hardly think of something for inspiration.

Music was playing softly in the background, while Sam stared at the blank canvas before her. Come on, think! You can do this, she had thought to herself, as if giving a pep talk would help her out. The song continued to play, filling up the silence within her attic/art studio. Sam knew, from the very moment she laid eyes upon this room, that it was meant to be her art studio. It has a nice bay window at one end of the room, the perfect view of her backyard and the forest beyond that. She slowly took a deep breath, leaning back a bit on her stool. Sam was about ready to give up. Her muse had disappeared and her creative juices were not flowing today, so she had nothing. Her gaze wandered about the room. She hasn't spent a lot of time outside lately and today seemed to be beckoning her to do so. It was so nice out, so why not?

It was then decided, she needed to get out of the house. A few minutes were spent selecting and changing into different clothes for venturing outside. She was originally in her painting clothes, but since she isn't painting anymore, what's the point? Sam had pulled out a simple wrap dress and a crop top to go underneath. Otherwise, people that pass by her would get a very nice view, if you know what I mean.

She lived only a few miles from the beach, so she drove with her window all the way down and the passenger window halfway. A smile danced upon her lips, as music played from the radio. Sam tapped her fingertips along with the beat, enjoying herself a bit. Once she made it there, she found a spot and parked (rolling up her windows til they were cracked). She put on her sun hat and carried her camera bag. She didn't know if inspiration would hit her while she walked, but she hoped it would. The sand felt nice and warm, in between her toes. She breathed in the fresh, cool air around her. After a little while, her gaze caught sight of something inspiring. As she was pulling out her camera, a breeze blew past and was strong enough to take her hat with it. A gasp slipped past her lips, as she slid her camera back in and chased after it.

Jules; Eastern Standard; 3+ years; first one