Anastazja Van Helsing

Independent & Semi-Selective, fandomless original character. Inspired, loosely, by various adaptions of Dracula. Open to most crossovers and other original characters with biographies. Mun and muse are over the legal age (21+).

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helsingfury:

Jackson looked at her confused, not only did the name threw him off, but the accent as well. He wasn’t sure if she was playing a game or if she was serious. “Anastazja right? Um no Lydia isn’t here, I thought you were her because you both look really alike.”

     “Da, Anastazja Van Helsing. I am passing zrough  zee town.” Ana revealed, taking a step or two forward. There were no more distant footfalls and she suspected that they were the only people in the area. “Ve look alike? Ztrange. Zough zee American saying goes.. everyone has a doppelganger, da?”

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goldeniolanthe:

     Sydney had been rapidly tapping her fingers against the dashboard before she finally told herself to stop. Fidgeting was a nasty habit she needed to get rid of if she wanted to look presentable and professional - but it was the only thing stopping her from getting out of the car and physically pacing. When she’d taken a few deep breaths to calm down, she got out of the car and walked to the meeting point, her phone clutched tightly in one hand. It had been a week since she’d received the call from Stanton, informing her so kindly to greet a new arrival in Palm Springs. Since then, Sydney had been a bundle of raw nerves, paranoia coursing through her with every passing second.

    Was it possible that this was a trick to lure her into re-education? Was this a test? What was the scoring parameter? Who knew? All she knew was that she was expecting someone from the Holy Order - an organisation she’d had such little personal contact with that it had become somewhat of an urban myth in her head. The moment she saw the stranger approach, she straightened up, all signs of fidgeting vanishing, and she held out a hand out of professional courtesy. ❝ Hello. I’m Sydney, I’m sure you know, ❞ she smiled. ❝ Welcome to Palm Springs, California. Is this is your first time here? ❞

     Alchemists weren’t people that Anastazja had much experience with. She had maybe met one or two since being recruited into the order and if she was honest her knowledge of vampires hadn’t come from the Order in as much as the folk lore of her home country. Moroi and Strigoi were tales told to children all the time, though, the folk tales appeared to have some of their facts wrong and Ana had discovered that more than one sub-species existed. In any case, Palm Springs would be a needed stepping stone to her return to New Orleans. She would learn from this Alchemist and then return with renewed conviction to follow in the duty the Order has given her. The issue of Morris... well, that was for her to think about another day.

     When the Alchemist reaches her hand out Ana shakes it and offers a smile. “Zank yeu, Zydney. I am Anastazja Van Helsing. Da, it is my first time. In zee states I have only veen to Neu Orleans.” She informed, pulling her hand back to her side. “I look forvard to learning from  yeu.” It was then a slight look of puzzlement crossed her features. “Is zis... vat is zee word... climă.. climate not difficult for zee Moroi?” She asked using her hands to point toward the sky and around them. It was something that had been bugging her since she had gotten off the plane. It was hot, and sunny. That couldn’t make life as a vampire easy.

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jacksonblueeyedbeta:

Jackson needed to join Scott’s pack and he was willing to do almost anything to be accepted. When he returned back to Beacon Hills, Lydia helped me catch onto everything that has happened since he left. He was in the middle of the woods, looking for the nemeton until he heard someone and walks up to the voice. “Lydia? Hey what are you doing out here?”

     Anastazja’s eyes scanned the area, the sounds of footfalls fading into the image of a teenager walking through the woods. Why he was wandering the woods was beyond her, even if she had no room to judge given she was doing the same thing and a curious expression creases her features in response to the recognition within his face. “Lydia? Nu. My name is Anastazja. Is zis Lydia in zee voods too?” Was that why he was wandering alone? His friend had gotten lost?  

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itchingtokillsomething:

     Kol had only just recently been brought back from the dead and into the body of a witch, which was both a blessing and a curse. He loved having magic again. It was something he had longed for ever since he was human. The only downside was that he wasn’t used to being in a body that could be harmed. It made him a bit more cautious, but he still found himself in trouble more often than not. There was also the fact that he had very much liked his old face – but this one was growing on him rather quickly. He’d just been thinking that he’d somehow managed to go a day without so much as arguing with anybody when he’d found the girl seemingly snooping around his family’s home.

      He raised a brow at her words. She seemed to be telling the truth, but Kol took anything anyone said with a grain of salt. He didn’t trust anyone. It was one of the many reasons why he rarely got hurt. “You got lost?” He asked, the skepticism clear in his voice. “And winded up at the Mikaelson compound, of all the places in the city. I wonder what my siblings would make of this…” If she even so much as flinched at the mention of his siblings, he would know that she hadn’t just gotten lost.  

     Perhaps she had been snooping however by outward appearance while being discovered she had barely made it past the main space just beyond the doors. She had been going out, but had made it seem she was coming in. However, with the Mikaelson’s tone, Ana’s own demeanor shifted to one not of defense in as much as offense. “Da, zat is vat I said. Is it not clear I am not from here? I have been attending clazzes at zee university vat zese streets are still convusing.” There was a clear note of annoyance now within her tone masking the slight shiver that crawled up her spine. 

     “Mikaelson compound? I do not see vat is so significant about zis place. It is like many others in zee area.” Anastazja commented as she peered at the time on her phone. “If you do not vish to aid me I vill be on my vay. Again, I am sorry for trespassing. I vill find zomeone else to help me.” She had to sell her story, commit to it, and with her words she did, not a single flinch giving her away. 

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jacksonblueeyedbeta

Anastazja is in the woods, having heard rumors of something supernatural– a beacon of sorts– lurking in its’ mist. She hasn’t been in Beacon Hills long, nor does she plan to stay but strange occurrences in the town have caught the Order’s notice and as such, she has been sent there to scout things out until someone else more experienced could arrive But when she hears the sound of footfalls she turns quickly. “Vho is out zere?” She shouldn’t have come out so late, alone.

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carolinedearest

The red-head stands in the middle of the town square, her phone risen above her head in an attempt at finding signal until her gaze falls on the girl a few feet away from her. “Excuse me. Vould you be able to tell me vere zee closest hotel is? My GPS just stopped vorking.”

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goldeniolanthe

     Anastazja has encountered her fair share of supernaturals both good and bad. She’s been attacked by some, become.. friends with oth– no, friends didn’t lie to each other especially about being werewolves. After everything her and Morris had been through over the course of the last school, the investigations, he hadn’t told her about what he was and because of that secret she had almost been killed by the werewolf who turned him.. It was a betrayal she felt so deeply that it made her want to scream. Still that hadn’t meant he was bad-- that he was as dangerous as the Order wanted her to believe. But could she really trust her own judgement anymore? 

      Palm Springs was a stepping stone. Two weeks there before she returned to New Orleans and she couldn’t help but think of it as a test in as much as a learning experience. Of course, she knew of Moroi and Strigoi’s existence, the Holy Order having worked with the Alchemists on a few occasions and her having had to deal with a Strigoi– albeit of a different variety while in Romania, but there was no telling what to expect from what she was being thrown into. Would the Alchemist she was meeting with bring a Moroi with her? Anastazja was suddenly feeling just how junior she was, not that she showed it. “Zydney? Zydney Zage?” She questioned, tone bright and head high as she peered slightly behind her as if expecting someone else to possibly also be there. “I am Anastazja from zee Order.”

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tarcaryen:

destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman

[betweenthegoodandbad]

Trauma changes you. The person you were before is gone. You have to reinvent yourself.“

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[staypozitive]

Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful, magical person that you are.

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quickism

Anastazja’s day had not been terribly active. She had attended a few courses, endured an extended Skype session with an Order member, and then set off into the French Quarter in search of something she needed in one of the shops. Speaking with one of the people in a square whom appeared to be telling people their fortunes, she paused, blinking twice as she suddenly saw someone a few feet away that hadn’t been there a moment before. Excusing herself from her conversation she moved closer, bluntly questioning the man. “Vere did you come from? I zwear you vere not zere a.. clipă.. a moment ago.”

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