Anastasia Steele

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001. NAME• Anastasia Steele
002. NICKNAME• Ana (She dislikes it), Steele
003. AGE• 24
004. BIRTHDATE• Feb 7th 1985
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New York

001. YOUR FACE• Scarlett Johansson
002. HAIR• Anastasia's hair changed on a daily basis. She likes to mess with different styles depending on her mood. When not in an up do, the long, straight platinum blonde hair is about mid-back in length. Very flat, with little oomph at all naturally, and thus she plays with different ways to give it volume and lift. For a woman who does not seek out the attention of men, seeing her regular hair styles would make you think otherwise.
003. EYES• Anastasia has pale blue eyes. Not very deep, they are very reflective of her outward shield to those around her. Letting no one in. If the eyes are the window to the soul- these eyes are tinted and etched so as to allow for optimum privacy.
004. HIEGHT• Oh do not get her started on her height. At only 5'3, her huge attitude and the bulk of her confidence does not match her outward appearance. It is hard to think of a petite blonde woman as a lethal weapon- but it is the fault of those who underestimate her, as many have died by her hand and look at this- she is still standing.. no matter how short she happens to be.
005. WEIGHT• Okay, lets not touch too much on this detail. What woman likes to discuss her weight? Ana is 113 lbs.
006. BODY MODS• Tattoos.. piercings.. those are for people who have not have enough excitement in their life to have real body mods. Scars are where it is. Anastasia's body is marbled with scar tissue- her back, and her shoulder blades rather untouched, along with her legs, but when it comes to the flesh of her neck, chest and arms- she is a map of adventure.
007. FASHION/STYLE• She likes to go with simple on most days. As a woman who is very athletic and enjoys exercising, she can often be found in tank tops and shorts. Jeans, and leather come in to play on some nights- leather being int he form of a jacket (it doesn't stain when blood is spilled, you see) and jeans for the comfort. Her footwear is often steel toed. It helps pack a better kick, no matter to the face, groin or stomach- it always leaves a nice mark to remember her by.

001. LIKES•
-Physical contact. It gives her a rush in many ways depending on with who/what but she wont admit to it. Will even try to not be touched because of the embarrassing fact that it is an uncontrollable turn on.
-People that can handle themselves
-Loyalty
-Intelligence
-Humor
-Night time
-The Rain
-The smell of a mans cologne
-Well built men

002. DISLIKES•
-Liars
-Criminals (Even though she considers herself a murderer)
-Careless-ness
-Her ability to kill
-Immaturity
-Those who point out her flaws
-Those who overlook her

003. FEARS•
-Herself and who she is becoming
-Death
-The dark
-Getting bitten by a vampire
-Stray Cats

004. STRENGTHS•
-Her aim
-Attitude/Confidence
-Physical strength
-Stamina
-Protective nature
-Sex Appeal

005. WEAKNESSES•
-Height
-Weight
-Being human
-No match in a fist fight against a 'monster'
-Slight 'bed time blindness' (Her eyes don't adjust well to low light)

006. ODDITIES•
-Hates it when people chew with their mouth open
-Will not let anyone walk behind her (Wont put her back to them.)
-Doesn't like it when a man holds the door open for her
-Pulls the trigger first and asked questions later.
-She has a bad habit of driving like a bat out of hell.

007. ORIENTATION•
Straight.

008. SPECIFIC MORALS•
Be yourself.

009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
The old saying 'Trust no one' really comes in handy here. When it comes to friends and foes, she is suspicious of all and cautious at all times. Never turning her back on someone, in more ways than one, Anastasia is a loyal friend and companion. Protective over innocent lives of the public in general and those she cares about, she would never put anyone in the line of fire without first opening herself up to take the damage.

As an officer of the law, she is a bold character who doesn't let her height stop her from talking down on those who are in the wrong. She may appear petite and youthful, but she is wise beyond her years and has a very hard time taking 'no for an answer. Very dominant in general, however when it comes to her love life no one can be too sure just yet. 'Crime doesn't take long enough breaks to make time for a love life' as she has been heard saying to friends that try to set her up at local clubs and the like.

It takes a lot to piss Ana off, but when it comes down to it, she is fierce and has been described as 'not hesitant to shoot you between the eyes'. Lately she has realized that it is becoming 'easier to kill'. Looking down the barrel- her heart used to skip a beat before she took a life, but now she is finding she isn't even losing sleep.

When she first decided to become a cop- she had a hatred for vampires and other 'monstrosities' of the like. However, lately she is finding that some of these monsters are more human than herself. Talk about a reality check.. whoever thought that she, someone who could kill without even a brief moment of hesitation, would out evil the beasts she once hunted?

Dating is rare.. she seems to scare more men away then what are willing to approach her, and her beliefs on relationships are very old fashioned. She likes men that are strong, and can handle a situation on their own. Gentleman.. yet a man that can take control both in and out of the bedroom. Oh look at this, we talk like she sleeps around, but the truth it, she has only slept with one man, and that was her fiance several years ago. Ends up he as a spy, using her as bait- so that didn't go too well. Anastasia also has found out she is unable to have children. When she was engaged, they looked in to the possibility of having a child after the wedding, only to find out the news that she if she were to get pregnant, it would mean losing her lie, and possibly the childs as well.

001. PARENT ONE• Robert Steele, Federal agent, Hunter/Slayer- Deceased.
002. PARENT TWO• Alexandra Steele, Housewife - Deceased.
003. SIBLINGS• None.
004. PETS• None.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Anastasia Steele has been through hell and back. As an ex hunter- her life is full of blood spilling and killing. From a young age, her passion was the firearm. Her father used to take her to the shooting range from the time she could handle the recoil of a .45 and since then, it is not just habit, but it is a lifestyle. A lifestyle that is becoming her own inner demon. Unable to feel comfortable without the weight of at least a few weapons on her body, and at times, the cool grasp of the grip of a firearm in her palm, she is known to overreact and take the situation in to her own hands with very little help from anyone else. She pulls the trigger first, and asks questions later. As a human- it was her fathers advice on how to stay alive- but where was that bastard now? Dead. Guess he should have lived by his own rules.

Her parents were both killed by vampires. As a hunter, it was something her father knew would always haunt him, at home and 'at the office' as he liked to refer to his field work. No, slaying vampires isn't like what it used to be. A stake through the heart was for the religious- these days a good magazine of ammunition (Silver shot seems to slow them down) and then decapitation of their limbs seemed to work just fine. Was it more enjoyable? Perhaps- it depended what the vamp had done to deserve its execution. Some were federal orders from the government- like a wanted fugitive, while others were just high paying clients. If you wanted someone dead- all you had to do was pay well enough and it would be done. Her father was the best in the business, until cancer slowed him down. And now, he was in the ground. Both of her parents killed on the same night- she had been taking a walk, only to return home to the bloody murder scene surrounded in the boys in blue with flashing lights. She was only ten.

Recently she had changed her mind on the whole hunter business, and moved in to law enforcement. She was not your run of the mill traffic cop- she worked federal cases, disguised and undercover as a regular 'citizen on the streets'. None of the boys in blue that she worked with liked working a case with her. Her 'take control' personality usually emasculated them, and they ended up leaving her to do it on her own. Not saying that wasn't bad idea, having someone look over her shoulder the entire time, asking irrelevant questions only slowed her down. Once out of the hunter business, she started moving around. From city to city, trying to leave as minimal of a paper trail as possible. She was sick of the midnight visitors who attempted to take her life for one she had taken years ago. She had a price on her head when it came to the vamps. So far, her reputation with the werewolves was not that great either. Same old same old, and now, she is in New York City.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Nope.

002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

The following is from another Rp with this character, Anastasia Steele. It may have wearing in it.

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

It was hard to look down and see the blood of a man on your hands, especially when you knew that while you beat in his face, crushing your knee in to him with the warm spilling over your leg, you had the thought in your head:Kill him. Sure it could have been easy, her hands were already pushed back through his hair, her grip was perfect to crank his head to the side and give one final blow with your knee that would twist his neck beyond the threshold of life.. to death. She could have, at this moment, been standing over a limp body who's blood was pushing from his open wounds, spilling out on to the blacktop under foot. A single witness wasn't hard to deal with, and nor was the body. Who would suspect a petite young woman to take down a man of such size alone? Black mail the black angel in to keeping his mouth shut or else he would be doing time for the murder himself. Simple. No?

Alex approached, and luckily these thoughts were mine and not hers, for she was still cringing at the sight of her stained skin, the blood embedded beneath her fingernails and forearms speckled with the mans essence. She lifted her gaze, meeting his, his hand outstretched and rested on her shoulder. His friendship was appreciated, and the fact that he kept his mouth shut was even more so. Anastasia was never one to take advice from someone very easily unless she sought it out herself. Turning her head, she looked at his hand that rested on her shoulder, then nodded softly, if perhaps even only to herself than to him, and looked back down to the road rather than meeting his gaze again.

Within the depths of her mind, she was lost. She was confused, and saddened by the fact that she had let such a thing bring her to this point. But the truth was, it had been happening for so long now, this internal demon had been able to creep upon her and devour her soul without Anastasia giving notice until it was too late. First it was just a confidence, an ability to take control of any situation and come out on top, protecting those around her without hesitation. Hesitating got people hurt. Next, it was the trigger. She had always felt safe around weapons, especially their cool grip in her grasp, fingers coiled around them and able to demand action from the object whenever it was needed. She took great care of her firearms, and in turn, they took great care of her.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

Peeling the jacket off had seemed to bring a reaction from Alex that she had not expected. She never thought much of the fact that the top underneath was revealing when she had chosen it for her attire that day, it was the simple fact that it was comfortable, and it would allow her to remain cool under the thick black leather of her jacket that she wore to conceal her pistol. Looking down at herself she smirked, wrapping her hands in the bloodied leather and holding it close to the white material that rather immediatly soaked in some of the crimson essence, but at least it covered her from sight. She understood he felt awkward, and she didn't feel like flaunting by any means. It wasn't in Anastasia to flaunt, let alone even attempt to seduce or flirt. It just wasn't in her. Her attitude was overbearing, and she knew that few men could handle a woman who took control the way she did. Honestly, she expected to be alone for many years to come, and had no real issues with that whatsoever. Who has time for love when you are keeping the general public alive and safe?

His words caught her attention, it seemed he had shaken off his feeling of embarrassment and decided to take on a subject that applied more to the subject at hand. It was true, letting the man bleed to death would still be considered murder, but as mentioned before, she had many ways around being convicted. She was not only an unlikely suspect due to her size and gender, but she was a cop. She knew the loop holes, and she knew that things were very easily covered up with just a little thought. It could be blamed on street violence, gang related crime. Surely the man had a record, and thus her plan could fall in to place rather easily. Alex's follow up comment, listing her as someone to never piss off, made her grin. At lest he was able to try to lighten the situation. All she wanted now was to forget it happened, and to move on. Already her feelings of guilt were beginning to vanish.. just another part of this demonic disease.

"Well I am glad you think so, Alex. Does this mean that the next time I tell you to stop running, you may actually listen?" Perking a brow as she joked with him. "Or am I going to have to give you the same treatment I gave your friend there? It comes rather easily, you know." Winking as her smirk transitioned smoothly in to a friendly grin. It would seem she and Alex had a greater understanding of one another than she could have possibly imagined. His past, her present, they were linked. In the end, perhaps Anastasia would be Alex's ticket to those white wings he wanted, and so badly deserved. Only time would tell. As she muttered about wanting to leave, Alex's response was cut short as he walked in to the overhanging iron bars of a fire escape. She gasped, and withheld all desire to giggle at the situation. It was hard though, to see this large man stumbling and dazed from the square connection he made with the inanimate object. "Are you all right, Alex?" she offered, taking a step toward him but hesitating as she felt another wave of laughter attempt to escape her lips.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

The small cut on his forehead made her squint. When you ran in to something hard enough with your head to break the skin, surely you would be feeling it tomorrow even more so than you currently were. What a wreck! He spoke of calling his butler, and she nodded lightly, telling him of how she had controlled her anger much better then she had seen other cops when handling such a situation. The immediate sense of anger welled up in Alex, and she could feel it. A tension in the air that caressed her very being, seeping beneath her skin and making the muscles along her neck and back tense. Her body became rigid for that split second in response to his sudden flare of energy from his anger, only to diminish as he controlled it. She smiled lightly, "I am not pissed off at you, Alex. How can I be pissed off at someone who keeps me on the verge of splitting a gut laughing?"

If she had known his decision to help her fight the demon, she would have refused. It was an inner struggle, somethign she had lived with for a long time already, and planned on executing on her own. It would take great steps, and the accomplishment would not be leaps and bounds. It would be a crawl. Slow and steady wins the race. She would slay the demon simply by learning how to control it, and learning what it was that brought it to the surface. She had seen on many occasions, just someones anger could make her ant to aim down the barrel of her 9mm, especially when the anger was directed at her or someone who could not properly defend themselves. At least she chose victims who brought i on themselves. Maybe if the world were not such a hostile place, this demon would die on its own. But that wouldn't be happening any time soon, so let us not get our hopes up.

Bringing to the mans attention the fact that she wanted to leave the scene of the bloody beating behind, she could sense him hesitate. She turned her head to the side, squinting lightly as she attempted to decipher what it was that he was thinking as he stood infront of her. Surely he would not refuse her the chance to go back to her new apartment in ZaneCorp tower. Perhaps he was simply wondering what to do about the car. Her attention turned to the sides n the passenger side, a front, and a rear, had been taken out through Alex's decision to bring it to a halt. There was no way it could be driving anywhere, not even to the curb, without riding on the rims and destroying them as well. The rubber on the rear had already peeled off to the side, half hanging from beneath the rear fender.

And then it hit her. Or, well, he hugged her. Same thing. She grew tense, bringing her shoulders up as she cringed slightly. It had been unexpected, and yet she never fought him off, nor did she hug him back. Being comforted was not her cup of tea, but from what she had learned of Alex in the past few hours, she knew that perhaps this is what he needed to do in order to feel good about the situation. He was a man with a large, soft heart, who had done many bad things in his life time and was trying to make up for them. She wouldn't deny him this act of kindness, but she sure as hell wasn't about to embrace him in return. He began to speak quietly, his arms still around her, her head crushed gently against his chest due to the embrace. All she could do was nod slightly at his words about the butlers arrival being sooner rather than later.

Repressing another burst of laughter at his comment about using him as a punching bag, she nodded again lightly against him, "I will remember that, Alex. If I ever feel trigger happy, just give you a call. Don't think I wont... especially after this." She teased, referring to the hug that he held her in against him. "But I am still sure I can handle the demons on my own. What I need help defeating is the criminals in this city who feel they should bring harm to innocent people. Once they have been stopped. then my demon will simply suffocate with boredom. And perhaps I will get a few more nights off duty to go flying with you." Smiling, even though it would go unseen. Perhaps it was on cue, but a few vehicles pulled on to the street at that time, changing lanes as they crawled by slowly to take in the sight of a famous celebrity embracing a young woman who they could not recognize. Ana, her face still against his chest, saw a few flashes of light. "Did someone just take our picture?! She asked, now raising her hands to place them on his chest and pull herself from his hug to look in the direction that the car rolled off in, young faces pressed against the glass on the back window. "Oh this is going to be exciting. I bet they already have it up on the internet. Looks like your life just got a bit more interesting." She teased, looking back to the tall man infront of her.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

As Alex refused the money, handing it back to her after she had already stuffed it in to his pocket she shrugged. "Fine, I guess your butler will be receiving quite the tip tonight then." She taunted, knowing that she wasn't going to allow him to refuse the money. She would find a way to give it to him, one way or another. She didn't like hand outs of any sort, not even free rides, she almost always stashed a few bills in someones car after they drove her across the city. Gas cost money, people seemed to forget about that these days. And with her job, and the payments she used to receive when delivering the head to a paying customer when a hit was sent out on a vampire, she was well off enough to feel she could repay almost anyone. Ana was not very materialistic, and money seemed to pile up in her bank account, going unused for months before she even realized it was there.

She nodded to Alex as he brought up the subject of how he would get the car back to her. The butler pulled up while she was thinking, and she walked over to the vehicle to get inside. She needed to get out of here. "Can you drive a stick?" she asked Alex, not looking over her shoulder at him until she was beside the door of the car. "I am sure I could trust you to deliver it home safely, and then I could always give you a drive back to your place if you ere not up to flying yourself home. Whichever works best for you." She smiled, hoping he knew that with the fact she would let him driver her car, came great trust. He would be the third one in the driver seat since her dad had passed away. Ana.. the man whom she beat to a pulp, and then Alex. The door to the bar seat was opened for her and she slid inside, her eyes still on Alex, awaiting his reply.