Anastasia Hardin

⊗ Mysterious Stranger

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤── Symbiat

⊗ Chronomancer

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤── Fighter

⊗ Trench Fighter

## History

*Browning*, a last name that usually rang a familiar tune in anyone's ear who knew of the myth's. The myths swelled around the heroes of old, but that's all they were to date...stories and rumors.

Growing up, Anastasia's parents made sure to brag on and on how they had Browning in their bloodline, more specifically *'Oakley Browning'*, whom would technically be her great grandfather at one point, or so they say. Her parents sung praise of the old man, making sure to remind her that she should be grateful for everything she has to date because he helped pave the way for their family to thrive. Her parents made sure she studied hard in her elementary school days, 'Make your grandfather proud' was a common phrase they would sling around. She was the smartest in the class but also the oddest, not being able to make many friends.

Anastasia found a passion in the musical instrument of the violin during the end of her elementary school years and seemed to have a keen skill for it, rapidly picking up the ability to play and eventually performing classical concerts at such a young age. Her parents were extremely proud of this newfound talent of hers, as apparently her late grandfather had the ability to play as well - in myths, that is. She began her performances at concerts held by her school, the act of playing easily being described as compelling and tranquilizing, her viewers instantly becoming enamored with her music even at such a young age...But the music didn't soothe her, instead she used it as a form to let out her frustrations; her songs not being soft nor relaxing, and instead filled with rage and pain that typically fell blind on the common eye. Adrenaline coursed through her veins with each string she stroked with the bow, with each finger that pressed into the taught fibers. But the world was oblivious to her cries of song, cheering and applauding at the end of each performance as if it was simply how it was suppose to be played. Her parents called her their "little prodigy" as they snagged her at the end, boasting and speaking praise over their daughters ability as they rushed her home for a quick bedtime to continue her studies the following morning.

In her high school years, she constantly gazed upon herself in the mirror and attempted to find any resemblance to this man they said was once in her bloodline, or at least how he was described in stories but always ended up hardly finding anything, even to resemble her own parents. Blonde, near platinum white hair and golden eyes...that was nothing like her crimson hues and auburn locks.

Around this age, Anastasia found her new talent for firearms as she, and the small group of friends she acquired, snuck off of the school premises and fled into the nearby woods. Following one after another, they continued to run until they eventually came upon an area one of the friends had clearly set up; bottles arranged neatly next to each other on a small, wooden platform, some distance away. As they drew closer to the makeshift range, one of the friends withdrew a gun from underneath their cloak, explaining that they had stolen it from their parents bedside drawer. The friend tried to offer it out to anyone who wanted to shoot first, but most of the group shied away from it with the exemption of Anastasia who offered to try her hand at it first.

Grasping onto the gun felt nearly natural to her, her fingers sliding into place as she raised it in front of her with an outstretched hand. She let her gaze focus on the first bottle, softly pulled in a deep breath until it filled her lungs, and as she slowly let the air release, she pulled the trigger - shooting the bottle cleanly through the center. Silence fell amongst the group until erupting into awe, amazed that their friend was so talented in shooting a firearm already and wanting to try it next. A rush of adrenaline rolled through her body and as the day continued on, everything seemed fine for awhile...until the sun had begin to fall behind the tree line. Shouting called in the distance from concerned parents, the group jolting as they didn't realize their loud shooting had alerted them. "Run!" One of them called, causing the rest to scatter into a frenzy.

Anastasia, taking off herself with a look of excitement in her eyes for the first time in awhile, was first to allow the heels of her feet pull her forward, letting the rush fill her to the core and push her to as fast as her legs could manage. The wind bellowed through her hair, whipping it wildly behind her as a wide smile lit up her facial features, her legs bounding over branches and rocks that stood out from the soft, forest floor. Overly confident, Anastasia leans forward slightly, hoping to gain speed as she bolted through the dense green, her foot lands onto a moss covered branch and causes her to flip up, stumbling forward. Taking in a deep breath before the impact were to hit her, she instead finds herself...meeting nothing. Opening one eye and peeking out, she saw she was instead standing in front of her house. She blinked, looking around and finding no one in sight...had she done this?

Upon beating her parents home, she rushed up to her room and quickly removed her school attire, changing it for her nightly one. As she laid in bed, waiting for her parents to come back and convince them she had been there the whole time, she couldn't get the feeling of holding and shooting the gun as if she had been doing it her whole life. She gazed at her hand with a small smile on her lips, her crimson eyes taking in each line in her hand. In that moment, Anastasia decided she was tired of just hearing stories.

Many days after that, she visited each library location she could find, reading over every text that she could search up on the Heroes of Old and finding many of the similarities that her parents had been feeding her over the years. She read a chapter on how Time and Teleportation magic was prevalent within the rare reported Browning bloodline. The information caused her to expand her readings into that field, primarily on how to find if you've even been gifted with magic as her thoughts trailed back to the night in the forest.

Months passed, Anastasia finding herself finally finishing high school and began looking for colleges to attend. News of a distant cousin coming to visit had caused her parents to leap into high gear for cleaning the house to impress them, as it was the first time meeting the relatives. They arrived in a double horse drawn carriage and exited in strange attire that wasn't too common in their small city; the wife and husband stepping out first and their son that was just slightly older than Anastasia was. Their eyes instantly locked as they stood in front of each other, an aura of dominance radiating off of each other as they held their heads high, Anastasia remaining firm until eventually he looked away as his parents called for him.

After introductions, the pair was instructed to 'play outside', being treated as though they were still little kids as the parents got to know each other inside. They headed out behind the house, both neither speaking until they reached the backside and finding their seats; Anastasia leaning against the wall and her cousin heading over to a nearby barrel. "-Into combat?" His voice rang out to her, causing her to look up in his direction as she tried to catch his words, just in time as he suddenly swung out at her with a true, steel sword. "Are you insane?" She called back as she dodged, hopping back on her heel. -

[Anastasia wasn't exactly sure how her newfound magical abilities got discovered, but it was obvious that they had as her parents abruptly stormed into her room and exclaimed that they had received a letter of acceptance for Anastasia at the Mythgate Academy in Catania for magical abilities.

[As she grew closer towards 18 years of age, ready to being searching for colleges, her parents abruptly stormed into her room and exclaimed that they have given her an opportunity to work on her magical abilities...and try to stray away from the dangers that came with wielding a firearm, even though it was supposedly a skill to run within her bloodline.]

## Appearance

Anastasia's face held an innocent vibe to it with her slightly roundish chin and puffier cheeks. Her skin was unblemished and seemed to hold a naturally flushed rosiness on her cheeks and lips. Anastasia's eyes were a shining vermilion, almost gem-like in appearance. She has exceptionally long, auburn hair that stops at just about her rear and is naturally straight. She normally wears a part of it braided and flowing into a high side ponytail and fringe bangs.

Anastasia's adventuring clothes usually consist of a form fitting black dress that stops about mid-thigh, with yellow accents lining it and buttoning down the front. Around her bust area, the dress opens and reveals a white, button up collared shirt. Wrapped around her neck, she wears a long red tie, mostly to try and look more formal and older than she really is. She also wore open-topped gloves that share the black and yellow accents, as well as black tights that go up the full length of her legs with black and yellow chunky, low heels.

Her formal attire consisted of a loose black strapless dress with a low, sweetheart neckline, the front of the dress cutting off and flowing longer towards the back while underneath was layered with the same material. A black ribbon ties from her waist and wraps around her shoulder, connecting to the back and holding the dress upright. Anastasia pairs this with a black collar wrapped tightly around her neck. Finishing the outfit, she wears black tights and matching ebony pumps. She usually wears her hair straight down, away from the less childish side braid pony. She can usually be found in this formal attire when giving performances with her violin or rare, formal events.

[Formal Attire Two: Locked]

Anastasia's academy attire is one similar to the other students, but still remains unique in ways. Shielding the clothes underneath, Anastasia typically wore a long overcoat above her school attire but left it open, revealing the apparel underneath. Her school uniform consisted of a black, button up blazer with a tan plaid skirt. Underneath the blazer, she wore a white button up shirt, as well a red tie tucked neatly into the blazer. On her legs, she wore her usual black tights and black, chunky low heels.

[Swim Attire: Locked]

## Personality

When first meeting Anastasia, she can easily come off initially as cold, stern and hostile, seemingly to take things as if they are below her or as annoyance. She is very stubborn and isn't afraid to say passive aggressive comments to just about anyone. Anastasia is quick to overreact to teasing towards her, and while she gives off this demeanor of a cold-hearted woman, it's actually fairly easy to cause her to become embarrassed but this will also cause her to become even more enraged towards the person whom caused it. She puts up a tough front, projecting a "don't mess with me" attitude with anyone she meets as a way to protect herself from bullying, especially at the Academy. She often calls people an "idiot" or "stupid" for nicknames. She is very snarky and is often pretty aggressive towards strangers. Anastasia rarely, if ever, speaks about her true feelings and often shows falling into anger and frustration, while also acting on those emotions.

* Tsundere
* Antagonistic
* Insensitive

[Soft Side: Locked]

## Additional Information

* Anastasia actually wears contacts, not having the best vision that she could have. When alone, she stows away the tiny contact lenses and pulls out a pair of nerdy appearing glasses. If caught in these, she would most defiantly die of embarrassment.
* Anastasia has a very bad case of asthma.
* Anastasia is skilled in playing the violin.
* Anastasia has terrible nightmares so often that it normally messes with her sleep schedule, sometimes gaining little to no sleep at all. She helps this by eating as many sweets as she can on the daily. Her high metabolism keeps the weight easily off her. Because of her terrible sleep schedule, she can often be seen within the Library, getting extra studying in or simply reading to pass the time.