Once Upon A Time.

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i. Basics
•Name•
Anastasia Romanov
 
Nickname
Anya
 
Age
190 (Physically 19)
 
Gender
Female
 
Sex
Female
 
Sexuality
Pansexual
 
Birthday
February 13
 
Zodiac
Aquarius
 
Relationship Status
Single
 
ii. Appearance

(^Enchanted Forest^)

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(^Enchanted Forest^)

(^Enchanted Forest^)

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(^Storybrooke^)

Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair colour: Coffee bean brown (almost mistaken for black).
Eye colour: Mossy green.

iii. Personality
Good traits•
- She is very intelligent and has a hunger to learn as much as possible. She believes that knowledge is power and so she wants to know as much as her books and brains will allow for her to remember.

- Despite growing up with Baba Yaga to raise her, Anya has always been very kind. She never wants to hurt someone else and she wants to make friends and be helpful, so she follows what the characters in her stories would do to try to be kind and just in the same ways that they are.

- Since she was small, she has always had a very strong sense of loyalty to the few people that did appear in her life. If they would do something for her she would always try to repay their help or kindness. Her mother taught her that everything comes at a price and she despises the thought of being in any kind of debt.

- Her sincerity has always been there, going hand in hand with her honesty. She was always taught that it was better to tell the truth in the best way you know it, or to speak like the Fae so that they couldn't fool you and so that you understood the meaning behind your words.

- Honest

- In the forest on her own for days at a time let her become quite imaginative, it kept her happy and busy when Baba Yaga would leave the house on chicken feet for a trip into a nearby town or even further at times. Her imagination became a sort of crutch for her, as she was able to bury herself in a book or some kind of tale of her own creation to let her go somewhere other than the house and the forest that she had explored every square inch of.

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