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Anastasia Vidal

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Anastasia's strong. Strong minded, strong bodied, strong willed. Probably on the spectrum...shed be a mixture of Chaotic Neutral, and a bit of Lawful evil. She has redeeming qualities, just hard as hell to get to them.

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Name : Queen Anastasia Elania Yeri Vidal

Alias : The Queen, Ana, The Destroyer of Ikria.

Age : 255 , but physically looks in her early 20's.

Hair Color : Black.

Eye Color : Golden.

Race : A “mutt” primarily bred for power reasons. Has Bezu-Jin, Eternal, Tzutian, Uramesian, and Furian roots.

Nationality : Uramesian.

Skin Color : A Tanned color.

Height : 6' 3”

Weight : 1,490 lbs.

Family ( and people she considers so ) : Demitri (Great x5 Grandfather), Yuri (Father), Oksana (Mother), Yeva (sister), Kristoff (Brother)

Occupation : Warrior Queen.

Fighting Style : A style that has lost its name with time.

Build : Muscular yet feminine.

Personality : Anastasia is known as a lady in public. She is congenial, kind, and very much a very sociable woman. She is very charismatic to her people and fellow warriors and soldiers, its something she takes a lot of pride in. But despite her somewhat decent to get along with demeanor, underlies a very brutal perfectionist. She forces the most of herself, and expects nothing but total obedience out of her underlings. Anastasia can come off as incredibly overconfident, but it isn't so, shes just really as powerful as she thinks she is. Her thought process can become incredibly fixated and horribly obsessive. She has an incredibly sadistic darkside and mean streak she does well to keep hidden, but when released, she is a fierce individual who has no issue destroying someone utterly to satiate her wishes.

Likes : Torturing an individual before breaking them, gala's, training, getting an actual challenge, Hotsuma, beating up Hibana, crushing people who attack her for her crown, admiring her own physical form, traveling around the universe, hunting, the adoration of others, and seeing the pain or hatred in someone's eyes before she finishes them.

Dislikes : Being ignored, being greatly insulted (thats one of the FASTEST ways to get killed), hearing someone insult Hotsuma, her people not being completely obedient, people foolish enough to attack her nation or her family, boredom, and not being full enough from a meal.

Danger Level : Anastasia was genetically bred, and trained for the specific purpose of being the most powerful member of their planets society. Her upbringing by her grandfather has turned this girl from a meek child, into a heartless warrior queen who has no issue destroying everything to make a point. Ana is considered an N/A Class 4 rank fighter due to her incredible battle ability, skills, senses, and tenacity learned through the years through training and in battle. With N/A Class 5 rank for physical endurance and focus from her dietal like roots and her physiology. Her mental abilities are considered as N/A Class 2 due to her knowledge and expertise of psychological warfare and her heightened mental fortitude. Her physical strength is considered N/A Class 5.25 for having a freakish muscular strength that puts her on the upper echelons of the people who grace the field of battle. Finally, her spiritual energy is registered as N/A Class 5, for her titanic spiritual pressure she wields quite well. Taking these into account, her overall danger rank is at a well deserved N/A 4.75.

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Demitri was a legendary Darkness wielding member of the Eternals, and if anything was known for a very long time as the father of the Tak'Sha, the higher advanced level techniques that the dark Eternals used. Something else he uniquely held, was the first darkness user to be the leader of the group, an honor normally saved for the light wielder for they were normally the strongest. But it was very rare that a member of the 7 that were usually sent out to take in knowledge and return it to their homeworld, chose if anything they were better off serving their own wishes and needs. He was one of the few. The man after spending centuries traveling to the far reaches of the universe felt, if anything his purpose was not to be a scholar...but a ruler. An emperor who had a legacy that would remain possibly long after his own eventual demise. He could not decide where, but he would find a place he would start his foothold, which had slowly brought him to the scarred planet of Uramesia. It was a war torn planet, the Uramesian people not much for diplomacy, but they always bowed down to the power of the soul and the blade.

He had easily decimated the warlords of the planet, and united all under his own banner. Word of his insurrection had hit the home planet of the Eternals... the king and queen were if anything in shock, that one of their greatest warriors had strayed so far. Sending his 6 former comrades to try and bring him back for trial, he sent each of them back in bodybags, having no remorse for the group he once called friends. So much so, that he was the first Eternal to not only be given the title of Fallen, but he was no longer pursued, in hopes of the younger generations would learn from his “mistake.” Demitri, now with his kingdom had decided he had to apply some of the knowledge he had acquired to ensure he had the most genetically superior offspring, only to greaten them each generation. His first two children he deemed failures, for they never produced something he was proud of...so after they had birthed their children, he had killed them, and trained the kids.

He repeated this... until he had just one grandchild to teach for the child's father could only produce one kid. His name was Yuri. A man with bloodlines that tied with not only Demitri's own blood, but the blood of the Uremesian queen he originally chose, and Bezu-Jin blood. But despite his immense potential, he only sought to conquer rather than look at his living ancestor's ideals. With each conqured planet, he kept an open eye for a bride, until he came across a woman who was his equal in battle... Oksana whom had Furai and Tzutian roots, she had become his personal guard. Something in the pit of Demitri's stomach told him, if anything this would be it. The several hundred years of wait came to this. They had three children, Kristoff first, Yeva last, and in the middle, was Anastasia.

The three children worked ardently under the watchful eye of their parents, while Yuri was constantly at war, Oksana and Demitri taught the children battle, etiquette, and other things that would be necessary for battle. Kristoff was a beast in battle, his ferocity second to none...but he did so badly with democratic and other affairs related to state, that he was just known as a warmongering general. Yeva had incredible insight and had might to match it, but she had a tendency to be immensely indecisive, and always had a tendency to not take anything seriously. But, Anastasia just had tenacity, a will to learn and evolve, and break herself if it meant serving the country and the royal family better. After so many years of waiting, and several years of training the children, it had come to the time where the three would battle to decide whom would be in line for the crown after their father. The fight between Anastasia and Yeva was fast, as she felled her sister within the course of 2 minutes. Kristoff and Anastasia's battle was something that Demitri had been looking forward to. For he knew between the young man and his younger sister, they held a mutual dislike for one another. Kristoff feeling incredibly threatened by the power his sister had, Anastasia just not liking his face or his demeanor. He swore he would not fall the way Yeva did.

Much to his chagrin...he fell faster. She had downed him in one resounding blow, that had included leaving a hellacious scar on most of his body, and losing most of the vision in his left eye. His soul was unyielding, but his body had given in. Demitri had his child he had been long searching for... he specifically focused his training on her, although he trained all three children, Anastasia's endeavors were much more arduous, taxing and were designed to break anyone mentally, emotionally and physically. These were tests that he normally put his students through before he had left the class of 7 in his days of a scribe of the Eternals. The years and decades had slowly helped mold her into a very charismatic, fierce princess who seemed to be Demitri's total package. But if there was something he did not expect to shift his plans...it was the introduction of a young man who was the child of Oksana's close friends, a young man by the name of Hotsuma.

By this time, Anastasia was about 240, and if anything rather set in her ways... but the kindess and joy the young man showed, it had found some way to warm the heart she had spent so long closing off. He brought up emotions...ones she wasn't used to, and a part of her deep down inside was longing for said feelings. Demitri didn't approve of the relationship, and he and Yuri advised against it, but with Anastasia actually at the point she was stronger than both of them, they could not force her to do as they wished... she was well much at the age she could decide for herself what she wanted. She just wanted him...her love for him becoming a complete devotion and borderline obsession over him and after a few years of courtship, it looked like it was to happen. She had easily trashed his sister Hibana in a battle for her “approval”, and it all seemed like things were going swimmingly.

But one day, everything shifted against the amazon's plans. Visiting the planet Ikria, Anastasia and her at the time fiancee, were in a town square, just shopping for items 10 days away from their wedding. A town drunk had decided to go out of his way and began heckling the beauty for the dressing she had...and Anastasia knew if anything he wasn't in the right state of mind. But when the man threw a bottle to the back of Hotsuma's head, and had insulted him, she instantly snapped. Launching Hotsuma away, she had released a blast with such incredible magnitude, it had caused the town, and the entire continent it rested on, to cause it to explode completely. ( She wouldn't know years after they had left, the residual power of her attack caused the planet to finally collapse within itself. ) When the couple had returned to her home, she could see the fear, and if anything disgust that was on his face from her actions... his fear of how could one be so uncaring and callous. Her explanation was simply, “He attacked. I retaliated.” In fear of another massacre like that happening, Hotsuma bided his time...and the day before the wedding, he made his move to escape Anastasia. With a sprint, he tried running away, assisted by his close friends and his personal guard he had brought with him from his home planet.

She easily defeated, and broke all who was before her, if anything in some odd fixation, she allowed him escape, thinking she could just...hunt him. She would enjoy herself. Demitri was infuriated, as was Yuri, but Anastasia knew if her wishes were to go unopposed, she had to take the crown when she had a chance. A few months had gone by since the incident, and feeling her time was right, she had challenged her father to battle for the crown. Yuri knew how cunning his daughter was, knowing she didn't wish to kill him...she just wanted to start on her expedition, and possible expansion of their empire, he willingly went in battle knowing how it would end.

Anastasia was queen, and she had her eye set to the universe. With a specific party of hunters, she took to the universe to hunt the man who feared her, yet loved her. It is now 3 years later. In that time, despite her occasional returning home to restock, she has been an inspiration to her people in her dedication to her wishes, and her focus. Although she was unlike her parents and always remained in the heart of the Uramesian empire, in her travels, she had reaffirmed her family's foothold in the empire, as she patiently waits for her love to slip. She knows she has forever. Him...not so much.

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Strangerataru's avatar
Yeah...destructive.