Post by Anja Boujinsky on May 25, 2010 1:08:15 GMT -4
Anja Boujinsky
....the mask
Your Name: Shaggy
Where did you find us?: \o/ I have no idea, but I saw it a few times somewhere and looked for it.
How long have you been roleplaying?: Erm, quite a while.
Password: [admin edit!].
...basic character information
Birth Name: Anja Boujinsky
Nickname: Annie
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: 11
Birth date: August 4th, 1994
Program: Bachelor of Science
Major: Entomology
Animal Identity: Fly
...personality
Likes:(at least 10)
- A good book. (No horror, unless it's got absolutely no gore in it.)
- Music.
- Nature.
- Animals/Insects. (Whether she has bad memories of them or not, she still enjoys their simplicity.)
- A good conversation.
- Feeling safe.
- Cooking. (She doesn't eat meat, though, nor will she touch it.)
- Exploring new recipes.
- Hiking/Biking/Running.
- Hockey.
- Her mother. (She writes her a couple times a week.)
- The Beatles.
- Though, she dislikes computers <3 She loves her ebook.
Dislikes: (at least 10)
- The dreams/Memories.
- Decay.
- Death.
- Blood.
- Horror movies.
- Computers.
- Crudeness.
- Obvious stupidity.
- Overly loud music.
- Taking prescribed drugs. She thinks they're useless.
Fears: (At least 3)
- Changing into that
thingfly. - Death.
- Doing that unmentionable thing again.
Strengths: (At least 3)
- Intelligent. She thinks before she acts.
- She could easily survive in the wildness if lost. Through her studies, she's found out much through her hiking and wandering.
- She is generally good at hiding emotion.
Weaknesses: (At least 3)
- She overthinks, really.
- She has quite a bit of fears that tend to bog her down mentally.
- Hiding emotion can easily also be a weakness.
Overall: [400 words minimum]
She isn't one to commonly speak of herself, but she does enjoy talking. She's the type of girl that was the captain of the Debate team, and liked to duke it out through words. She's the type of person to say rather than do. She is in general a deep thinker, and depends on her insights on life to guide her through as she has absolutely no faith in any type of God, though, her dream is to one day not only find that faith, but to understand it. Her philosophy on life is simple: Get it, because it won't always be there. If she sees something that she wants to intellectually reach, then she sure as hell is going to reach it. She doesn't think there isn't a goal she can't reach, and she's going to get there before the end of her lifespan. She's competitive to a point, given, that she's not that competitive on anything that she doesn't give a sh*t about. Though, if she's pushed enough she might get into it.
She is bad about showing emotion, and even with anger she likes to try and understand a situation before she openly hates a person. Though, there will be thoughts and emotions she is one to lock them in. This is where her writing and running come in handy, though they don't always work and she is known to explode.
In general, if you can get past her “snobbish” like attitude. Well, not really snobbish, it's more “I talk too much, and pretty much think I can understand and know about anything.” So, there is a bit of a cockiness to her, but she really doesn't mean it. She means well in all, and her live evolves around someday making the world a better place. She wants to help people, and if she sees someone in distress, she's going to be there. And, with that, she adds more onto her plate. She will allow anyone to dish out their problems onto her and she will carry them with her until they build on her own problems and she once again, explodes. Though, she does have her moments where she gets crabby, and will snap, this only happens when it's been quite a few days since she's slept.
When it comes to the days she'd much rather be alone, and there are many, she is the type to sit down in a busy place and watch. This is not to say she's stalking, or any of the sort. Instead, she is watching. She likes to see people in their “normal” habitat, so see reaction versus action and to see a group reaction an an action that might have been caused by an reaction, and thus, goes the line onward and forever. She's the type of person to make theories by the way a person moves, acts, looks, and just in general appearance, on a person and who they are. She likes to group people mentally, and to prove if she is right or wrong.
...appearance
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Celebrity Play By:Karmen Pedaru
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Anja is pretty conservative, in general. This isn't to say that she dresses in a habit and walks around with her ankles all covered. No, she's more the simple type. She enjoys fashion, but she doesn't dwell on it too often. She's the type of person to stick with a nice shirt (though, rarely a t-shirt) and maybe some jeans here or there, though she prefers a more dress/work pant style. She wears belts quite a bit, just as much as she wears dark circles under her eyes. Meaning, everyday. She has this thing about pants falling down, and not allowing it to happen. She sticks to flats most of the time unless she's outside as which she has hiking and running shoes. She has a well cared for pair of tennis shoes as well, that she might wear in a place she doesn't expect to dirty them. When it comes to makeup and accessories, she doesn't put too much of it on. She finds herself being a tad forgetful, and well, as for makeup, she honestly doesn't care too much. She will do some light makeup here or there, if she feels the need.
She is 5'6, and has pretty pale skin depending on the time of the year. She's not good with tans , and actually tends to burn before she can ever get a tan. She has gray eyes, and thick straight hair. Though, she was born a blond her hair gradually got darker and became the light brown that it is today. She isn't known for being very creative with her hair, though she isn't far from putting it in a bun here or there. A ponytail is common given that she's out in the brunt nature and doesn't like it to get snagged.
As for her shift, she becomes a common blowfly. They are seen all over the world, and though few take notice, they are small in size. Centimeters at most. She herself is a full grown adult female. With small translucent wings, she has a turquoise metallic body. Her eyes are a metallic red. She has six VERY small legs coming from her body, and a “mouth” upfront, shaped very much like a tiny tube. There are small hairs all over the small creature that are in effect a type of “ear”. As if you'd feel the wind of your hair, they do so as well.
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...history
Parents: Tatianna Boujinsky, Pasha Boujinsky
Siblings: None
[400 words minimum]
They expected so much out of her. Her parents were born Scholars. Her father a philosopher while her mother was a Psychologist. She was surrounded by “mumbo jumbo bullsh*t” as she would call it in her later life. Life was all about lessons, and though fun was permitted, school work was of the upmost importance. She stayed her life indoors, reading and learning. This was not to say that she didn't enjoy her work. She became an avid writer, and found interest all over. She watched as young a child, and was sensitive to the emotions around her. There were seldom fights in the house, given their rules to “talk it out.” Everyone said what was on her mind, and it was in this open minded home that she was raised.
She was 12 when the first shift happened. It was worse than puberty, as she would later come to state. They had been on their way for a vacation to visit family in Texas when they had stopped at a gas station. She had simply taken from the car to stretch out her legs when she had caught a scent. It was a scent that she had never wafted into her nostrils before. It wasn't sweet, in fact, it wasn't like anything she'd ever smelled. After following the scent she came upon the corpse of a rotting possum that had been run over on the side of the road. But for some peculiar reason she didn't think it smelled bad. In fact, it barely smelled at all. It was her sense of smell that would lead to the first chance. It was only seconds later that she felt the shifts in her body, and within minutes her size had gone down to that of a fly. A blowfly to be exact. Her shift didn't last too long. In fact, she was only there for minutes buzzing with the other flies. Her mind had gone down to three items. As if they were chanting in some other language. Eat. Mate. Lay Eggs.
She came out of what she considered a trance, confused, dazed and naked. She had quickly put her clothes on, and the incident had been unseen by any other. But she never forgot the smell the corpse of the possum had afterward. It had changed in just those minutes. She couldn't forget the sight of her many eyes overlooking the corpse and her thin legs laying upon the flesh as a another fly buzzed at her from behind, as if telling her time was of importance.
She pushed it off as a bad dream, though, those days was when her insomnia began to click in. She woke up in terrified sweats, the scent of that flesh upon her skin as if she was crawling all over it again. For all she knew, she had shifted again, but in her mind, this wasn't even possible. There was no such thing as “magic”. Science could prove that. Science could prove anything. She just wasn't getting enough REM sleep, right?
She was 15 when burglars broke into their two story house in Ohio. They killed her father, as he had been the first to come out at the noises with a flashlight, expecting only a neighbor cat. Her mother was out on business, for the luck, and it seemed as they came to Anja's room, there was nothing left but her clothes beneath her blankets. As she had woken, she had that same feeling as she had many years ago. Once again, she found herself changing, panic setting in she could barely hear her own father's troubles down below.
She didn't even realize he was dead until she woke up naked, cold and confused next to his dead body. That happenings of that night coming back to her as she realized her fly form had fed off her own father's body.
None of the counseling in the entire world could have saved her from those images. She did learn how to remotely control what was happening to her, realizing what was setting them off, but she never willingly changed. She never wanted to do so again.
She found the school late in her 16th year, and found hope with her mother that she might find an answer there. Never telling her mother of the happenings, she simply explained it would be the best for her, and she was allowed.
...connecting human to animal
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This would have to go with her philosophy on life, or rather, her parents philosophy on life that she later adopted. Life is short. Live it, and don't waste it. Flies live for days a time, and then they die. They do not waste time, they eat, they mate, and then they lay their eggs and die. This is not to say, that's the only reason this ended up being her animal of choice, given that she is terrified of herself.
Flies have this presence to them. A fly is in a completely different world, and for the longest time, she found herself there. She wasn't seeing what everyone else was seeing. She was into her books, and outside of everything else. The world was like a flies. She could take it all in in all kinds of views, and she could go on and learn more. She could live more...
If that makes sense.
No. Flies are not her favorite, but they fit her the best.
...literacy
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The familiar feel of cool, dingy metal against her finger tips followed her as she made her way down the long hallway. Conversation after conversation was ignored, but not unheard. She didn't listen too hard to conversations because she rarely understood them and even if she did she had been taught otherwise than to listen in. Her brothers had always warned her about listening into conversations and even more on getting into a conversation that as they had simply put it, was none of her business. It didn't make sense why she couldn't join a conversation if she heard something interesting. Her hand moved from the cool metal as she felt the heat of a body nearby partnered with the chatter of what sounded like a high toned girl and a younger boy. He didn't have the voice of a girl because there was the slight difference. She parted from the lockers, taking a quick three steps to the side. She paused, feeling the gust that came from a line of passerby students. To her other side were what she assumed was a couple, the girl and the boy. Taking three steps forward, she was sure she had gotten around the boy, though the short gusts of winds continued on her opposite side. It was like a rail, or so she had been taught.
Three steps back towards the lockers and away from the gust of people she placed her hand back on the locker. Three steps meant she had missed two lockers which meant she would have to add that onto the lockers her fingers had been counting as they glazed over the lockers at her side. Two lockers plus thirteen meant fifteen which meant she was only eighteen from the door that lead into that nice janitors office, if that's what they called those rooms. He smelled nice, no matter what the other kids might have said about him. She liked his cleaners. Once again her fingers brushed against the smooth metal. The only moment from her fingers came as they rose and fell over the bumps in the lockers. One bump meant a new locker, a edge meant she was over the slits in the locker itself, and once she got off the slits it was off one ridge and over to another. She counted locker by locker, stopping only when she heard or felt someone nearby. Who needed a stick when she could use her senses? If you learned the right way, just like mom had told her, you could walk through a hall without help.
Though, mom still didn't like her shopping alone. Silly mother. She thought she could do it alone, but she didn't mind shopping with her siblings or Darla. She liked the Wal-Mart after all, since she had been married there with Barnaby, Colton and Pluto to witness. Her brother hadn't been very happy at first, but he had explained that they even had a license, and he seemed to be okay with it. She paused, her fingertips stopping against a ridge of a one of the lockers. If you added fifteen lockers to eighteen that was... thirty-three and that meant that was the last locker before the nice smelling Janitors office. She took three steps forward and as she did she was instantly greeted with the faint scent of the lemon soap. She took in a deep breath, not hearing the nice janitor this time and knowing she couldn't stop in if he wasn't there. She might get in trouble and that wouldn't be very nice at all.
One more step and her hand was back at the wall. This time it really was a wall instead a line of lockers. It had a nice texture that made the tips of her finger tickle. Not smooth like the lockers, it had a nice cool feel to it too, but not as cool as the lockers. It wasn't as bumpy as rocks, but instead as bumpy as cement. She wondered if it really was made of cement. It didn't feel dirty like cement. Her mother didn't like she she sat on the concrete. She wondered if it would ever be possible to sit on a wall. She took four steps forward, her toes feeling the edge of the steps. Her hand quickly grasped the railing on the stairs and she descended the first four steps, then took a turn. Two foot steps forward, turn. She grabbed the railing and had four more steps down. She went through the back door, counting her steps as she walked down the sidewalks of the school and made her way down until she could hear the traffic on the busy road just before the public library.
She used the soles of her feet to tell her when she had come to the end of the sidewalk just before the library and went up the 10 steps that lead towards the buildings door. Three more steps and she was at the double door entrance. She entered the left door, her hand brushing against the side of the wall. Three steps forward, she stopped and turned four steps forward. She stopped, her hand going forward. She grabbed onto the chair, and pulled it out. It was her normal table near the fiction. The fiction had a lot of books on tape and those were her favorite. She had listened to a lot of them, but she had to ask her siblings lots of questions about them, especially when she got into the romance section. Kind of like the books that Darla had gotten from her aunt. She unpacked her book bag setting her robot out first, placing it directly in front of the chair on the table near the edge. The books came after, sitting slightly to the left, leaving room for her CDs on the right, just behind her computer. She took her seat, pulling Barnaby out of his space on the side of her book bag.
She lay him on the chair next to her, placing an open book in front of him. Barnaby liked to read her books while she was doing her school work. It made him happy, he had told her. She pat his fuzzy head before turning on her robot. Her hands moved towards the side pocket in her book bag only to find an empty pouch. She paused. She had put them in there, hadn't she? She had asked her mother for a pair when she had been home sick, and she was sure that she had put them in there. Her mother had set them at her side when she was laying in bed.
“Computer is on. Welcome.”
She blinked. She didn't want to get in trouble again. If they asked her to leave again then she would have to do her work in her dorm and she didn't have a desk in her dorm, at least not one for her own. She placed her hand over Barnaby, patting him again. Silly Robot, he wasn't very good at being quiet. She moved her fingers around until they ran over the volume ridges. She pressed it down, hoping that the lady wouldn't come and ask her to leave. She was a nice lady Yaya bet, because all people were nice, they just were mean sometimes. Yaya had been mean once, but then she had made it better. It was okay to be mean sometimes because everyone was different, just like she had been taught.
“Enter password.”
She ran her fingers over the keys searching for the ridges. She was getting better at this as long as she didn't accidentally hit the Caps lock again. She waited after entering her password, her hand back on Barnaby's head. Barnaby was such a good boy studying with his mommy. He was going to make her a proud mommy one of these days when he could go to his own school in a bear place. She'd have to send him to College when she got the money. She heard College was expensive.
”Done loading.”
Her hands were quick to move back to the keyboard, but as she did so her fingers were a big enough force to send the bear toppling to his side. She heard the small thud, her mouth going wide.
“Barnaby!” She yelled, quickly bending over. She could hear the distraught voice of the cranky lady, but she didn't care when she had a son that had just fallen over! [/size]
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