Name: Anastasia Ward

Species: Lycanthrope 

Age: 19

Faceclaim: Georgie Henley

Anastasia Faye Ward was born in the depths of night into a fairly wealthy family, in the suburbs of Bristol, England. For the first few years of her life, Anastasia lived fairly happily, getting along with the children both at her nursery and the younger children in her neighbourhood. Her siblings were twins, only older than her by two years but always sought her out when they wished to play a game. For her young child-like mind, her life couldn't get any better than it already was but that would change.

During her childhood, Anastasia lived her life to the best she could. She made plenty of friends and always made sure others were included, a trait that many children her age lacked. Her parents were immensely proud of her, with how she fit in and never struggled with her schooling, always getting on with what needed to be done. They knew she would grow up to be an intelligent young woman, coming up with ideas that could possibly change the world for what they knew it to be; which is exactly what they wanted her to do.

At the age of nine years old, Anastasia's parents had both been killed during an event they were attending in London, England whilst her and her siblings stayed at home with relatives they saw often. Being a young naive child, Anastasia didn't want to understand what was happening though after many serious talks with her family, she knew that she wouldn't see her mother and father again. A few months after that fatal day, Anastasia and her two older siblings were split apart from each, Anastasia going into a foster home where she could then be adopted whilst her two older twin siblings were moved away to a different foster home in a town or two over.

During the time Anastasia spent in the foster home, she felt abandoned by her family, never seeing the twins or seeing any relative she had. She was alone and in the time she had to herself away from the other children, Anastasia drew. She found herself at peace with drawing, always feeling like she was in a different time and place, like Anastasia had left the world and went to another.

It wasn't until almost a year later when Anastasia was finally adopted. She remembered that she had been drawing in her sketch book like she usually did, when a shadow had appeared and blocked the light from reaching her designs. Her bright blue eyes had looked up at the two staring down at her, offering them both a smile to not be rude and also like she had been told to greet anyone that came up to her. During her time at the foster home, many young children had come and gone, but Anastasia always stayed, never being picked to be adopted until that day. At first Anastasia didn't want to leave the place that had slowly become her home but at the same time, she was thankful to get away from the building she had lived within for that past year.

Leaving the foster home, Anastasia made sure she had all her belongings alongside her sketch book and pencils, which she kept on her at all times. You could say it was the one thing that kept her sane, feeling almost lost when she wasn't with it. At first thought, Anastasia thought she would be staying within England, though when she heard from her now adoptive parents that they were leaving for America within the week, Anastasia almost couldn't believe it. For years, she had begged her parents to go on a trip to the States; the answer had always been a no.

For the first few months of her new life, Anastasia absolutely loved living with her adoptive parents in the city of New York. They took her to see new things, brought her new clothes and new sketch books and artists pencils. Anything she wanted, they would get her. They weren't the "I'm rich, I can get anything I want when I want" type of people, they were the people who preferred to spend their money wisely with only the things they needed unless it came to Anastasia. Honestly, Anastasia didn't like asking for anything but they had told her not to worry, if she wanted something she needed, than they would get it.

At the age of seventeen years old, Anastasia had been sketching in one of her new favourite places. It was recently that she had moved away from New York with her adoptive parents and to a smaller town in the States. Anastasia had decided to take a wonder around and in that time she found a small clearing within the woods that sat behind the new house. She hadn't realized the time and how dark it had gotten since she sat down and started sketching away like she always had, losing herself within the movements of the pencil and the drawing that slowly came to life on her page. She'd been drawing a wolf, a full moon in the background of the picture much like the moon that sat above the trees, shining light down upon her page.

It was only a brief moment where Anastasia had looked up to only be frozen by what stood a few feet from where she sat. A wolf, very much like the one she had been drawing so intensely in her sketch book. Everything Anastasia had read about the animal, slipped from her mind as well as any common sense she had, as she hurriedly stood to her feet and without thinking about ran from the spot she had been in, her book clenched tightly in her hands. Through the sound of her heavy breathing, she could make out the sounds of the animals paws hitting the ground and before she knew it, the animal had tackled her to the ground and bit right into her side as let out the loudest scream she could muster. All she could remember of that night, was the pain coursing through her veins before all she saw was black, passing out from the pain and loss of blood.

Being found the next day, Anastasia was quickly transported to a hospital where emergency surgery was performed on hopes of saving her life. Many Doctors didn't think she would recover from the fatal injury she had and the amount of blood she lost, so with her recovery, many were shocked from the outcome, not expecting her to heal. When Anastasia was finally stable and awake, no longer being pushed to sleep by anaesthesia and various other drugs, she was asked many questions as to what had attacked her by both her adoptive parents and the police, with no one actually believing her answer but having no choice but to agree with what they had been told.

A month after the attack by the wolf was when Anastasia felt the pain coursing through her system again. She was quick to get out of the house, not wanting to worry her parents with what was happening to her, deep down knowing it wouldn't be good. As soon as she had reached the woods behind her house, Anastasia was sure she felt her bones snapping out of place. She didn't know what was happening to her body, but she did know it was very painful. She moved herself away from the edge of the woods as much as she could, screams leaving her mouth as pain overcame her until she finally turned for the first time. As she turned into the thing that had attacked her and put her life in danger. A wolf.

Over the next two years, Anastasia went through every full moon by herself, only knowing that the creature she turned into was not herself but slowly getting to used to what was now apart of her. Although, during the past few months, Anastasia had heard more and more of a city that supernatural creatures lived in, hearing that the Lycanthropes, the creature she was, also lived within this Supernatural city, which was when she decided to move away from the family that had taken her in when she needed and to start her own life, to start the life she wanted. Which she would do, in Evermore City among the people that were like her, knowing she had the money to do so from her share of her parents money.

Personality Traits

Positive -> Loyal, Realistic, Determined
Negative -> Vague, Timid, Graceless