Anastasia Hexum• Show poetry

Don't ask. Don't tell. Unless I ask.
Ok, except for a few things at the moment:
I'M FINALLY A SENIOR!!!
I love my schedule, which I ran upstairs after receiving it and edited myself.
Finished all my regents, only need the seat time.
And my neighbors in my building make me laugh my ass off. Really. I go to a cafe before school and they already want to accuse me of cutting class.
I am faring better than most of their troublesome kids. And I LOVE IT.
Oh, and senior year is only a luxury, nothing more. Eat THAT, turds.


My Buddy List:
--Addicted ShadowKat ((i hacked her, muahaha. xD))
--Kylaya Halon
--Rose Darkest Night
--Phiona Vashten
--TobiScar
--Flawed perfection
--Dragon Aleph
--Shadow Stalker
--Inverted-Hearts
--Elizabeth Velacour
--Touketsu
--Wynsom Trouble
--Devoted Huntress
--Jehdin tal Darasin
--Celadoran
--Guardian of Shadows


Truest Quotes So Far:
"What ever they want to call me dosent change me. You can call a rose a freaking donkey for all I care but its not going to pack your shit up a mountain." - Sky after getting charrie stripped. =D

"i've realized that the real world has now become the hiding place for people instead of the internet...maybe soon, people wont have to leave their homes to live life. they'll live life on the internet, while people that want to hide from their troubles only have to walk outside and loot the stores..." - Me.

"You only need three things to get things done in life: a brain, a mouth, and a set of balls. A brain to think it, a mouth to say it, and the balls to do it." - Me.

"A penguin at the south pole thinks and will insist down is down when to the Americans its sideways and to the polar bear its north." - Me.



*Lyrics*

~~The Ocean And The Sun by The Sound Of Animals Fighting
There’s a line, there’s a dozen more
Wrapping in a room, your country doors
There’s a man, he’s holding a pitcher of water
Follow him into the house

Every age has said, "we will come, we’ll come again"
You will never get, up as close, as you expect
This house is a holy place, you don’t ever have to leave
Every age has said, "we will call, we’ll come again"

And when they say,
(oh yes, they please don’t keep on going on and on) [x4]
The biggest lie we tell ourselves,
We’re already in hell
Blood shines upon us, it maces and covers [x2]

There’s a man that pours,
Throughout the floor and door
There’s a light and there’s a dozen more,
Nothing in the country doors

Every age has said, "we will come, we’ll come again"
(This is the last time this will happen)
You are will get, up as close, as you expect
This house is a holy place, you don’t ever have to leave
(This is the last time this will happen)
Every age has said, "we will call, we’ll come again"

We are taught to think of our success in terms of numbers.
If touching one persons life is a good thing, then touching one thousands people lives must be a great thing.
It’s easy to see where we learned to think this way.
Our whole society revolves around mass production.
The more units we can move,
The more customers we can serve,
The more boats we can get,
The more money and the more stuff we have, the better, right?
Maybe it’s not possible to touch one thousand peoples thinking, or as powerfully as one person.
Maybe it’s not really so revolutionary after all, to have one person out of a group of twenty tell everybody else what’s right.
Wouldn’t it be better if we tried a decentralized approach where everyone works closely with those around them, instead of a few people waiting in anonymous mass?
Do you have to save the world all by yourself?
Why don’t you trust someone else to do it with you?




*RP Chara*
Name: Anastasia Hexum

Alias: Annie

Races: Human/Feline-Pixie

Actual age: 438

Age appears to be: 19

[Anastasia Hexum]
[Anastasia's Dress]
[Anastasia's Legwarmers]

Eyes: Emerald/Slit Pupils, like a cat's.

Skin: White, like her mother's fur used to be.

Hair: Black/Streaked with faded colors... Anastasia can change the colors at will, however. Short, to her shoulder.

Other Features (claws, fur, wings, that sort): None in her human form.

Tattoos and Markings (any battle scars go here): Ehh, lipring. Has a stone along the inside of it, but it's not noticeable.

Clothing: She prefers a more "Mad-Hatter" feel to her appearance, which she achieves through her hat and the usual smile on her face. A black undershirt with a magenta and gray pinstripe halter-top corset, and a blue and orange-ish polka dot skirt, with a little bow on the side, all of the colors a little faded. A pair of good ol' magenta leg warmers, open-heeled ^^. No shoes, like her mother. Not because they don't fit... just because she doesn't like them. Faded magenta fingerless gloves. And dark magenta lipstick.

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 115

Physical build: Lean

Dominant Hand: Right

Alignment (good, evil, neutral, float your own boat, what?): However she likes her tea.

Equipment: Her card in her hat. She's learned how to manipulate it and usually uses it as a pair of wings, a "ceiling", a little sword to play with, a notepad, whatever she can think of, really. Poisoned lipstick, you never know when she's wearing it, and don't expect me to tell you. A photo album that once belonged to Kitt, and now Anastasia uses it to store "photographs" of Kitt's dreams and some memories she's dreamt of that Anastasia has been able to glean from her. A Maolaire stone, which gives her the option of using one of the five abilities or buffs it grants in any turns during a fight (Leigheas [Heal], Imigh [Vanish], Tapa [Quick], Tréan [Strong], Cealaigh [Cancel]). Her top hat serves as a bag with infinite space. She worked it out herself.

Weapons: A durable [Ice Axe], invulnerable [Syringes] full of a mixture of acid and poison, [Buster Sword] (rarely used) and [Blade Knuckles].
Anastasia's still working on strengthening her sword and knuckles.

Natural Special Abilities (like sharp senses, shapeshifting): She shapeshifts to a 4 ft tall (from forepaw to head) [Feline], all white with magenta paws and back. She can change the colors whenever she wants to.
She has a natural aptitude for magic, a wider variety than her mother. Can levitate things or self/fly despite having no wings, spits and manipulates fire, is physically stronger and sturdier than her mother at some points. Sharp sense of smell and excellent sight, even in the foggiest starless nights. Sharp sense of hearing, sharp nails. Is agile and tends to not make a sound.

Magic (and other learned abilities): She learned how to read other people's dreams while they're sleeping and is able to "leech" information and images from their mind, bringing them out to the physical world and storing them in a photo album she has with her. She has learned how to read the distinct patterns in people's eyes, and knows when people are lying to her. Anastasia learned how to open portals, but can only open them on solid surfaces so far. Can open transdimentional portals, but does so rarely, as she is not used to expending large amounts of energy like its nothing yet. She's still open to learning more, and likes to watch others to learn how their magic works and possibly make it better for her own use. Uses glamours, maybe just as well as Kitt, but differs in how she applies it: Anastasia likes to make either replicas of herself or, even worse, make herself look and behave just like others, which allows her to learn different kinds and uses of magic even quicker. And her glamours are just as annoying and impervious as her mother's.

Personality: Mm, a tad bit on the odd side of things. Doesn't always make sense when she's talking, more like she talks just to talk. Sharp and attentive when one least expects it. Eavesdrops when one least expects it, even though she may not even announce herself. Likes tea a lot. Is awfully nosy, asks for people's opinions on things a lot. Likes to know where everyone around her is standing.

Background:
Anastasia was born in the human realm, Kitt's first born halfbreed. Worse than halfbreed, actually. She was born during the time that Kitt fooled herself into thinking that glamours would be enough to hide her true self from her first love in the human realm.
And for some time, that worked.
Until Kitt punched out 2 more kids.
She constantly had to glamour them all to hide herself from her human husband and hide her children from themselves. Until Anastasia's father recieved an emergency call from school one day.
He panicked and ran from the house, leaving Kitt wondering what was going on.
When he returned home with their eldest, he was pale and went to rest while Anastasia went to her mother. Anastasia told her that she had done something quite interesting in school that day... she had spit fire upon a kid who wouldn't stop poking fun at her.
Kitt blinked and Anastasia smiled, turning her head and showing her exactly how, and Kitt reached out her hands automatically, catching the flames and putting it out... when she looked up, she saw her husband standing at the door, now horrified at what he was seeing, and a new emotion crept into his eyes afterwards: scorn.
He turned around and went for his hunting rifle... Kitt paled and all the glamours dropped, revealing her as she and her children were... he came back into the room and seconds later, the house was in flames and Kitt nowhere to be seen.
It was written off as an unexplained fire, and that the father and 2 of the children were dead, the mother and eldest child missing.
How foolish of Kitt to try and forget what happened that night.
Anastasia doesn't remember how she got out. She vanished, ran, changed... she did something, that's all she knew. And she was stuck since that day, raising herself, switching hands in the street, taking after different mentors, and rarely aging. The only thing she had from her earlier life was a photo album, photographs of older days, kinder times.
She met a man that claimed he could read dreams and interpret them as well.
She watched him for a time and then bet she could upstage him.
Anastasia won the bet a short time afterwards and earned herself a piece of a Maolaire stone, a stone that can multiply one's strength, speed, and healing abilities by a hundred, as well as allow them to vanish and appear at will and cancel out any sort of magical attacks, no matter the kind. Even a small piece of the stone, crafted and worn at all times, had the same effect as the whole.
After the initial pain of abandonment subsided, she decided to look into how it was that she escaped and made it so far that night.
It didn't take her long to discover that it had been a portal that she opened unwittingly in her desire to escape to anywhere. Her younger siblings had been too young to react the way she did. Anastasia left the thought alone and decided to spend her time working on portalling, as well as developing other means of attacks and building up her personal armory.
In between years, she worked in different places, travelled the world. One of the places she remembers working in the most was in a circus, mostly as an attraction. How else could she work, what with cat's eyes and a natural balance? She usually found herself on the tightrope a lot, as well as just all around acrobatics, as a stand-in when she wasn't to be on the tighrope... and she learned to like it. It's also how she made the discovery that she could fly. Lets just say it involved practice and a slip. She never exactly hit the net. She resigned after about 2 or 3 years... it was a bit of a difficult resignation, but she got it in the end. The tent couldn't hold so much heat forever.
Maybe around her third-hundreth year of life, she reached down for her old photo album and looked through it one afternoon, when the sun was going down. Looking through the old photos, she began establishing a connection with her mother without knowing it.
She blinked, and saw an old image. Blinking again, she noticed that she was reading her mother's dreams while she slept wherever she was, and immediately began separating the images, photographs materializing around her the entire time until nightfall.
Panting from her experience, she looked through the photographs... and her rage lit up, as she kept shifting through them. A family, a new family, what? A sister, a land to call her own, a new person to love? A thing? New people, new friends, and more family?
And not a single thought of us?!
She grabbed the photographs and added new pages to the album, and added the photographs in order to the new pages, taking notes next to each one and leeching from her mothers memories regularly, growing even more furious each time.
Until finally... she decided to come and find her, and finally make it all up to her at long last.