Name: Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova
Nicknames: Anya, Nastasia, Shyybzik, Shyybz
Age: Thought dead at 17; in her 20’s in the 1920’s (rest is verse dependent)
Personality: Known as the energetic and comedic Romanov, Anastasia loves to cause mischief and tell jokes. She had a great imagination as a child and is still able to come up with stories to tell every now and then. Witty and playful, she quite sociable and loves being the center of attention. However, she does have her moments where she draws in on herself and craves love and to be accepted. After the night of the execution, Anya still retains her wit and attitude, but tends to be more reserved and tentative in situations.
About: Anastasia was born on June 18th 1901 to Tsar Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna. She was the fourth and youngest daughter the couple had, and the fourth attempt at trying for an heir. It would take a couple more years for Alexei to be born, but despite being a girl, Nicholas loved her. Many people would think the Tsar’s children lived lavish lives and were spoiled rotten, but the truth was quite the opposite. Yes, they were children of the Tsar, but their mother made sure they lived as simply as possible. They slept on hard cots with no pillows, made their own rooms, and did needlework for charity. Once they got older, the rigorous studies began.
As a child, Anastasia was a wild one. She would often get into trouble, and despite the fact that she wouldn’t sit still for any tutor, she was very intelligent and bright. She would often play pranks on everyone, but mostly her sister Maria since they shared a room. She knew exactly how to pull her charm when she got caught and managed to get her way out of most situations. Her family called her ‘little pixie’ because of this. Her and Maria were close, despite her pranks, and spent most of their time together. However, her best friend was their younger brother Alexei. She loved spending time with him and did her best to keep him safe.
As she grew older, she wasn’t aware of the growing tensions in Russia. For the most, she just knew and saw that her father was under a lot of stress. It pained her to see him that way and always did her best to cheer him up when she could. After the scandal with Grigori Rasputin and then his murder, she and her sisters were left very empty. The five children were very close to the monk. After, their mother tried to turn their focus onto helping the soldiers, even turning one of their palaces into a hospital. Olga and Tatiana became nurses since they were the eldest, and Anastasia did her best to cheer the soldiers up by telling jokes and acting a fool to make them laugh. That was when she realized just how bad war could be.
It wasn’t long after, that Anastasia and her family were put under house arrest as the Russian Revolution came to a nasty head. Her father had abdicated the throne for himself and Alexei. The Bolsheviks soon took control and moved the family to Yekaterinburg. Being in captivity had an affect on the youngest Romanov daughter. She wasn’t as bright and cheery as she used to be, but she did try her best. However the stress began to take its toll on her once they were moved to the Ipatiev House. One day she had tried to open a window just to see the sky better and nearly got shot. Needless to say, she never tried to open another window after that. Three days before the fateful night, no one knew but had an idea of what was going on and they had their last church service. 'Don’t forget us,’ Anastasia had written to a friend.
On July 18th, 1918, the family was awakened in the middle of the night and told to get dressed. They were herded into a small basement with a maid, their cook, and Alexei’s doctor and told to wait. At first, they were told they were being moved, but when soldiers entered the room behind Yakov Yurovsky, it was announced they were being sentenced to death. “What? What?” Her father had barely repeated himself before he was shot several times. What happened next was pure chaos. Anastasia tried to cover her head as she tried to huddle against Maria, but felt herself falling into the corner of the wall. The screaming and gun shots soon died down and the room had been riddled with blood and bullet holes. The gun powder shifted through the air as the Bolsheviks made sure everyone was dead before carrying the bodied outside.
There was a bright light and she knew she wasn’t dead. Her body ached and felt like it was on fire. She didn’t remember anything. Her name, where she came from. Nothing. The nuns that had found her gave her fresh clothes and looked after her for a year, deciding to call her 'Anya’, before sending her on her way to find a job. That was the beginning of her new life. She traveled, picking up any job she could find on the way until St. Peterburg.