O: oh, my bad. I didn't realize the city was walled up with only one entrance. I read most of the ic, and I thought I had most of the layout down, but I don't really mind changing it, I just wanted to get somewhere to where the people were and I thought what better than the flying ball of fire overhead. As soon as I turn in this assignment I can change and head to the gate.
Ha, that was funny. That horribly thought out name. That level that accompanies that name. That fact that the student, should she continues to fail to raise her level, would probably end up flipping burgers IF she was LUCKY. No telling how many times Stab~Staberson walked in here with her ridiculous name just to end up logging off without any real progress. But today was different. Today, she had to put everything holding her back behind her and set up her future for success. Of course, her only real motivation was that she finally grew old and tired of most of her peers. As far as she was concerned, she had them all figured out and her quest for people to dissect had nowhere to go but online. And what better way to take care of both than to join one of them guilds? She didn't really care so much which one she joined, but oddly she has heard so much about this black king guild leader it piqued her interest. So from here, the starting gate, there was only one place to go; Black City.
She ran as fast as she could, but she was sure there was a long way to go. She didn't even know who exactly she would be looking for, but hopefully that would become self evident. It wasn't long before she saw a flaming angel fly across the sky heading in what direction she thought would be the Black City and started following it. It was a bit hard to keep up, but luckily there wasn't much in Stab's way to slow her down. The fiery flying guide seemed to slow down a bit here and there, allowing Stabby to make up some ground, but it wasn't until they actually flew down that butterflies began to knot up inside her. She was sure she was close to where she wanted to be, and maybe that person knew where to find the Black King, but she was closing in now to the general area the player landed and that would mean she would probably have to be the one to start up the conversation and ask for directions.
She stopped around the corner to compose herself after running, no need to guess if people where there; she could hear the cry of the Dissolutions as they exploded as well as the indistinguishable voices of multiple people. With a deep breath she turned the corner to see the party of three people. One Male, hovering in the air and no doubt the one that led her here; and from the looks of things awaiting an answer or something. The other two female, and maybe by the looks of it not actually part of the Male's party. Should things go south there was only one clear answer to which side she would join if able. If nothing else her ability chose that for her. She did at least look great in her suit, should she about to die. She walked up to the group with as good of a smile she could manage, trying to get between, equidistant, from the two groups but leaning closer to the females' side.
"Ah, E-excuese me. Would any of ya'll happen to know where the Black King is?"
History: Anastasia is an only child, daughter of a Russian madman and an American seductress. Not to say that they were the worse of parents; turning their life around after hooking up, and trying to give their child at least a good foundation. They never, really, ever changed. Always off, whether together or separate, in their own little world and without resources to optimally care for another, but always there for their child if she ever needed them.
She never did, apart from meals growing up. Granted, she's only 13, 14 in a couple of months, so not a lot has really ever happened in her life up till now, though she did learn to cook and how to cover her living basics on her own. She never had a lot of friends, but she liked the one or two she hung out with, whenever that was. She was always out and about trying to understand the world in her own little way, taking chances, but never harming others. Every so often, she'd change her daily routine to replace her old crowd with a new one as she began again to get to know them. Though, she always made time for her old group, should've they called.
Personality: Anastasia was a free and gentle spirit that never really cared what was going on, rather more caring about who was around and what she could learn from them. She understood not everyone in the world would care to be even the slightest bit friendly, but oddly enough she found those people more interesting than most, sometimes annoying her enemies enough to back off and giving her most warm-hearted friends the cold shoulder. She is opposed to violence, but never minded retaliation or fictional targets. Occasionally bursting out in song under her breath or forgetting what exactly was going on in that moment became more common as she grew older, but not to the point she sees any harm.
Avatar Class: Warrior-Duelist
Avatar Title: Stab~Stabberson
Avatar Level: 1
Avatar Guild: Ebony Strykers
Avatar Abilities:
Only the Young and Beautiful:Passive: Increased damage and resistance against Males and those level 4 and higher. Decreased damage and resistance against Females and those level 3 and lower.