Name: Anastasia 'Stas' Carver
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Half German/ Half African-American
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Bicurious)

Appearance: (Face claim - Jasmine Sanders) Anastasia, having a mixed background, suffers from an unruly mass of golden locks which she often attempts to pacify with a straightener - to no avail. Her eyes are a frosty blue, inherited from her mother and her skin tone is a light brown which can darken in the summer. She stands at a tall 5'7 and weighs 121pounds, blaming her hectic lifestyle for her lack of a healthy eating schedule.

Personality: Anastasia 'Stas', is very boisterous and unreserved. She prefers to be the instigator of a friendship, due to her affectionate nature towards strangers. Despite her friendly demeanor, she is somewhat selfish and doesn't take well to receiving critisicm, prefering to divert her attention elsewhere; even when hearing a harsh truth. Although her confidence is noticeable, it serves as a facade at times, as her tendency to overthink a situation can leave her anxious and withdrawn. Anastasia thrives in chaos, and a conflict is where she is guaranteed to be. Her role could be the mediator of an argument, however she is not afraid to use her sharp words if she believes it to be needed.

History: Her childhood began with nothing all too scandalous or dramatic. Instead, she took residence with her altruistic mother in Germany, living a humble life. Once she turned eight, letters had become arriving in the post for her routinely. They would arrive on each holiday, with blessings, greetings, and a few dollar bills as a token souvenir. Each of these letters was signed by a Mr. Carver who lived in America and already seemed to know Anastasia like the back of his hand. He would send her a silver easter egg for the holidays, without knowing her favourite colour was the same. At Christmas, a set of dainty russian nesting dolls would find themselves in her post-box; something she had been hankering after all year. When she turned the age of ten, her mother had grown sick, something Anastasia had been aware of for quite sometime, but had no idea of the true severity. Three months into her eleventh birthday, her mother passed. Devastating yes, but her mother seemed to have been drifting in and out of consciousness in a haze of sedatives. It had felt like her mother had left her quite some time ago and the death certificate was only a formality. She returned to her home she had once shared with her mother, pondering over her future as an eleven year old girl who had no means to provide for herself. As she turned the corner, a grand black vehicle was parked outside her home, with a man the colour of melting chocolate standing imposingly infront of it. He caught her eye and his mouth upturned into a smile that was familiar - a smile she had seen when she glanced into the mirror herself. She had always wondered why her skin tone was slightly darker than her mothers, and why her mothers hair lay pin straight whereas hers would curl like stubborn vines around her face.

It was a whirlwind from there. Her life began in America, her voice adapted to the mannerisms of those around her and high school flittered by in a haze of sleep-overs, boyfriends and the all too familiar cramming for exams. Her past in Germany seemed distant now, as if it was lived by someone else. The only reminder that stayed with her was her tendency to swear in German when angry; something her father had reprimanded her for several times over. After high school came the steep decline in her relationship with her father. He was dead-set on her continuing an academic future by furthering it at college, however Anastasia had no desire for it. She moved out of her home and contacted a few companions she knew who had connections in the world of fashion and modelling. It was nothing like she expected. At times, she would be rushed with jobs and the sudden influx of money would have hope igniting for her future in the constantly evolving industry. At other times, her phone would remain lifeless, not a single call received as she gathered her remaining notes and struggled to pay the rent for her new apartment.

Thats where she is now. Clinging onto her dream, whilst struggling to stay afloat.

Name:Marcelina 'Marcie' Belmonte

Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Half Polish/Half Hispanic

Sexuality: Homosexual



Personality: Marcie is, in a word, outspoken. That often gets misinterpreted as being 'loud' but that is absolutely the wrong way to look at it. Marcie is someone who often gets lost in her own opinions, be they her thoughts on others or on her surroundings, she's not one that puts a filter on things just because she's out in public. Marcie is the type of person who would openly comment on someone in, say, a coffee shop and not realize she was speaking in a voice just loud enough for the target of her comments to hear. In most cases she doesn't mean to come off as rude, but so many people take it as such. Fortunately, she's good at navigating around those awkward conversations being something of a quick thinker and a student of improvisational comedy thanks to some classes at The Second City.

Marcie understands that her vocal nature often puts people off of her (hell, it's why she reasons she can never land a second date with anyone) but she feels that changing herself would just be admitting defeat and that anyone who can't handle someone like her is not someone she cares to associate with. Though she has had remarks towards her friends, she does appreciate their friendship and in many ways values their approval over anything else, often going out of her way to make amends if she ever offended or hurt them.

History: Marcelina was the only daughter of a Polish butcher owner mother and a Spanish language teacher father, both of whom felt a connection at their first chance meeting at the Taste of Chicago. She was there to give out samples of her product and he was just there to enjoy the variety of foods offered from the cities best restaurants. Marcie was born and raised in Chicago, near enough to the heart of downtown to consider herself a city girl and familiar with the streets. Marcie gravitated towards her mother as a child, always wanting to help out at the shop but being told no due to the fact that butcher's knives tend to be incredibly sharp and Marcie...well, she was a bit of a klutz as a child.

Marcie felt like she was lucky, her home life was never met with any difficulty, her parents are still together to this day, and though she was an only child, neither of her parents believed in spoiling her. They were parents first and friends second and when Marcie reached the ripe period of life known as 'teenager', suddenly she had to work to get the things she wanted, household chores for tickets to a movie, helping out at the shop for shopping cash, and eventually getting a part time job to earn her own money for a change.

Marcelina's dream was to become an actress and when she went to college she went in as a drama major. Marcie never got the leading role in any of the university productions, and often found that she would be cast in a very minor role with maybe one scene, much to her incredible dismay. She was told that it was her acting but in Marcie's mind it was just because she wasn't as 'attractive' as the leading actress and she would see it no other way.

After graduating finding employment was rather...difficult. She sought out acting jobs, in theater or in open casting calls for the many films that shot in Chicago, but the most she ever got was a simple "we'll call you". With no other options, Marcie took over the family business despite having no business experience. What she did have was experience cutting and packaging meats and she figured that would be good enough and so far...well they're not out of business so that's a positive. But she's not given up on her dream and takes classes with The Second City in hopes that her big break is on the horizon.

Fortunately she has a strong support network of friends who totally believe in her ability to act...surely.

Other: Sometimes she thinks she might actually be a vegetarian, which makes her job as a butcher more than a little strange.