Creation date: June 2, 2014
Roleplay thread: here
face claim: Adelaide Kane
B A S I C S
name > Anastasia Kruk
name meaning > first: "reborn"
- - - - - - - - - - - -second: "crow"
nickname > Ana
gender > female
age > 24
nationality > Polish-American
religious standing > Catholic
hometown > Krakow, Poland
sexual orientation > heterosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
parents > Magda Sikorska, Wojtek Kruk
siblings > none
fiancee > tbd
husband > none (yet)
L O O K S
facial structure > high cheekbones,
- - - - - - - - - - - - -full lips, pointed nose
eye shape > almond
eye colour > deep brown
hair colour > dark brown
hair length > mid-back
hair texture > soft, natural waves
skin > light, some freckles
build > small, slender, long legs
height > 5'6"
weight > 110 pounds
scars > small one near her eyebrow
other > burns easily in the sun
signature makeup > dark eyeliner
often wearing > dark jeans or black leggings
- - - - - - - - - - - -long sleeves, v-necks
- - - - - - - - - - - -flats, pretty earrings
P E R S O N A L I T Y
positive traits > clever, compassionate,
- - - - - - - - - - - -hard-working, sincere
negative traits > perfectionistic, blunt, naive
- - - - - - - - - - - - incapable of spontaneity
health concerns > anxiety disorder
likes > volunteering, animals, rock music
dislikes > arrogant jerks (like the rich boy)
hobbies > baking, volunteering, playing violin
fears > not having a future
dreams > post-secondary schooling (nursing),
- - - - - - - fall in love
regrets > leaving her family behind,
- - - - - - - taking the bribe
If you come to know me, the first thing you will notice is my name: Anastasia Kruk. I'm not quite sure why my parents decided to give me such a name and, truly, I don't mind it. It's just that everyone seems to like shortening it and calls me Ana, something I don't particularly like unless I'm very comfortable with that person. Inevitably, the next question that comes after "May I call you Ana?", to which the answer is usually no, is about my heritage. How did someone like me, with a name like that, end up in America? Well, the answer to that one is simple. I was born in Poland and, when I was very young, my parents decided to move to America, dreaming of bigger and better things for our little family. My mother and father opened up a bakery called "Black Crow Pastries", which did alright as time went on. I was known as the "baker's girl" throughout elementary and junior high, until I finally grew out of my awkward phase and put my intelligence to good use. Then, I was "the clever one" and "that pretty girl". I never really had any close friends, as I was always either studying or working the bakery with my parents. In my mind, family was more important than having lots of friends and studying was the only thing that would get me out of the small town my parents had decided to settle in. I didn't belong to any cliques, never went out weekend nights and often sat by myself in class. Don't get me wrong, it was nice knowing pretty much everyone you went to school with, but I just wanted something bigger. Something better. This, of course, seemed like an unachievable goal. Despite my parents' good social standing in our small community, their financial situation was not so great. They made enough to get us by, but paying for further schooling once I was finished high school was out of the question. That's when his offer came along. His family was rich and I knew it well, seeing as I'd spent a lot of my childhood there. His father was a lover of our pastries and his mother helped my mother with her English, which helped make Black Crow Pastries more successful. Our two families often had dinners together - we celebrated birthdays, first communions and, eventually, our graduation. That was when I admitted that I would not be going to school in the fall and would be helping my parents with the store. It was not until many years later when he approached me with the money I needed to go into nursing that I began to think about further educating myself and getting out of the small town I'd been stuck in my whole life. Not only did I get out of the town, but I also wanted to do something meaningful with my life, and nursing was the perfect way to do that. Something about the idea of helping others just made me feel alive. Not that baking wasn't fun - I loved baking, and still do, but I wanted to bring smiles to people's faces not because of the delicious pastries I made and sold, but because I had helped them through their darkest moments. I'd volunteered enough at the seniors' home and the local hospital to know that this was what I truly wanted to do. That's why, when he approached me with his bribe, I accepted. I hated the guy, despite having grown up with him. There was no way I would ever forgive him for teasing me the way he did in elementary school or the way he made fun of me in junior high or the way he hurt me in high school. Yet, the money was there and the future I wanted for myself was possible once more. The engagement ring felt cold against my skin and all I could feel was a numbness in me and the chill of his gaze. I knew we were both doing this for reasons other than what marriage was really supposed to be based on but, honestly, I could care less what his reasons are. As long as I can finally go to school and do something with my life, I'll be happy. We'll just go through the motions, pretend we're in love - his parents already love me anyway - and then, when we're married... This is hopeless. What have I gotten myself into?
