Xandrya

Post a random fact about yourself.

The security guard at my job gave me a pack of Toblerone chocolates today. He's here overnight and I see him everyday when I come in before he goes home. A really nice guy, and now I don't know when to bring up the fact that I have a boyfriend.

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Emma turned to the man, a certain expression on her face that should have clearly communicated her displeasure with his choice of verbiage. “Mind your language,” she added rather sternly, placing her right arm around her son’s shoulder in a seemingly protective manner. More than likely, Ty hadn’t even paid attention to his words, but she was not all that concerned whether Ty had heard the guy or not, though she was certainly concerned with the way in which he expressed himself in front of children.

But Emma was terrified as hell too. Nightfall was upon them, and the fog only seemed to thicken as seconds and minutes ticked by. Initially, she’d heard the chaos and like the lot of them, decided to investigate, leaving Ty behind after telling him to stay put. What she initially saw, the fog and the horror that seemed to come with it, made her rush back upstairs to reassure that Ty was safe.

And it wasn’t just about Ty, either. While upstairs, Emma dialed her husband’s number, but she couldn’t get through to him. She then tried again, and she was as equally unsuccessful. It was then she had decided to go back downstairs once more, this time with her boy in tow. She wasn’t leaving him alone in the apartment, that was for sure.

“Could this be an act of war? Maybe we’ve been invaded…” The young woman trailed off, momentarily entranced by the fog.

The Energy Storm

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The Centre had sent her a message that left Anya slightly concerned. Members of the Rezidentura had learned that there was a shapeshifter within the local community, and both city and county government agencies as well as state and federal agencies had tightened up on their security. Not that it would make her job impossible—she had after all fooled the American government into thinking that she was an American citizen born in New York, but she would have to be extra cautious around highly ranked officials, officials who worked their asses off everyday to seek and capture people like her. What may have been overlooked and passed off as a simple mistake in the past would now be thoroughly investigated, and Anya wasn’t the least bit thrilled to have additional eyes on her. But the job had to be done, whether she liked it or not.

With a sigh, the young woman shut off the water. She couldn’t even enjoy a damn shower without work issues creeping into her mind in the early hours of the morning. She dried off and wrapped herself in a warm bathrobe. Being that her hair wasn’t all that long, Anya didn’t need to wrap it up. She simply stepped into her slippers and walked out of the bathroom, yawning as she went. Las night had been...adventurous, if one could call it as such, and she had gotten little to no sleep, maybe a couple of hours at most. While she didn’t have bags under her eyes, one could easily tell she was having a rough morning as her snappy attitude would be a dead giveaway.

But food would help, as it did most of the time. When she got to her kitchen, Anya began toasting some bread. She would have that with some varenye and a cup of tea. Nothing too filling, but tasty nonetheless. In the middle of her preparing her breakfast, her phone went off again. She almost didn’t want to have to pick up the phone call, but she didn’t necessarily have a choice.

“Yes?”

What she heard next made her morning worse. Apparently, the target she had gone after yesterday evening was not the right guy. Anya rubbed her eyes with one hand as she began pacing around the kitchen, asking numerous questions. As it turns out, the FBI had somehow figured out what members of the FSS were trying to achieve and intentionally fed them bad intel, successfully misleading the operatives away from their real target. Anya’s blood was boiling, and coincidentally so was the water currently on the stove, her kettle alerting her of such

“Alright, thank you for letting me know.” Anya hung up the phone and dialed down the heat, at which time she started getting her breakfast nook ready for her morning meal, one she enjoyed despite rushing the process a little bit.

Roughly half an hour later, Anya left her apartment and went off to work. She wasn’t running late per se, but her pace was rather brisk because if she were to slow down, then she might be pushing her luck with her timing. When the young woman rounded a corner, it was then she remembered one of her tasks for the week. Anya took out her phone and began texting Jonah.

Hey, I have a contact who may possibly be able to track down Reaper. See you in the office.

Anya hit sent with a smirk on her face. Get Jonah’s hopes up, set up a fake hideout, and then claim they must have just barely missed him. He would be disappointed, but at least he owed her a favor, one that she would cash out on later down the line when it mattered.

Current Mood in One Gif

Running in this South Florida climate late in the afternoon.

The Avatar Upstairs

He should put a shirt on...
_{...that’s what the adult thing to say would be.}

The Energy Storm

Anya Andreyev

NAME
Jennifer Donovan (née Anya Andreyev)

AGE
33

GENDER
Female

HEIGHT
5'5

WEIGHT
129lbs

ETHNICITY
Russian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual

RELIGION
Non-religious

OCCUPATION
FSS Operative

ABILITY
None

BACKGROUND
Anya was born and raised in Moscow as an only child. Her mother was a nurse and her father a diver with the Navy. From a young age, she had been interested in a job that was high-paced and didn’t consist of the typical 9 to 5 bore. For a while, she contemplated also joining the service like her father, but he persuaded her to seek other alternatives seeing as the world today wasn’t exactly the same as it was years ago when he was enlisted. Out of respect for her father, Anya obliged, and for a while after the fact, she didn’t think about what she would do with her life once she completed school. Instead, the young girl concentrated on her current life: getting good grades and figuring out which boy to date.

However, eventually, the time came for Anya to pick a career. Her parents would occasionally ask her what she wanted to do with her life, but she kept blowing them off. Anya already knew the answer though. She had been talking to someone in the Federal Security Service right around the time she commenced her last year of school. The recruiter would meet her without her parents knowing, but she didn’t need their permission anyway. She knew what she wanted to do with her life. Upon graduation, and right before Anya shipped off to training, she told her parents she’d be going away to school out of town. They questioned her telling them last minute, but she showed them an acceptance letter forged by her recruiter and claimed it was a surprise she had planned all along. Her parents were stoked, as they were none the wiser, and unfortunately for all three of them that’s the last time they would see each other. Anya had been briefed that they would fake her death and let her parents know at a later time. Sure, the news would be devastating, but they couldn’t allow an only child into their ranks with her parents believing she was still alive.

The adjustment period upon arriving at training was a bit rough, but Anya got through the initial phase. It didn’t take long for her to pick a specialty: American Intelligence. Yes, she’d be trained like the rest of them, but upon graduation, she would move to the United States in order to join their ranks within the CIA. Knowing what her future would consist of made it a tad easier for Anya to get through training. About halfway in, she was involved in an exercise which had been the toughest one yet. All of the candidates had their hands tied behind their backs and were then thrown into the deep end of the pool. Some managed to save themselves, probably because they had prior knowledge of the exercise, but Anya was one of the ones who drowned. But for the instructors, it was just another day in the pool. The moment they observed a candidate making no movements, they went ahead and pulled them out, where they would then be resuscitated. Anya was shook after the fact, as anyone else who experienced the same thing would be, but that didn’t stop her.

Eventually graduation day would come and in the blink of an eye, she made the move to the United States. Anya settled into a nice apartment, and her life in America as Jennifer Donovan would begin from that moment on. She had it all: the perfect American accent, unlimited funds, and the entire Russian government backing her up. At that moment, the world was her playground.

The Energy Storm

Anya Andreyev

NAME
Jennifer Donovan (née Anya Andreyev)

AGE
33

GENDER
Female

HEIGHT
5'5

WEIGHT
129lbs

ETHNICITY
Russian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual

RELIGION
Non-religious

OCCUPATION
FSS Operative

ABILITY
None

BACKGROUND
Anya was born and raised in Moscow as an only child. Her mother was a nurse and her father a diver with the Navy. From a young age, she had been interested in a job that was high-paced and didn’t consist of the typical 9 to 5 bore. For a while, she contemplated also joining the service like her father, but he persuaded her to seek other alternatives seeing as the world today wasn’t exactly the same as it was years ago when he was enlisted. Out of respect for her father, Anya obliged, and for a while after the fact, she didn’t think about what she would do with her life once she completed school. Instead, the young girl concentrated on her current life: getting good grades and figuring out which boy to date.

However, eventually, the time came for Anya to pick a career. Her parents would occasionally ask her what she wanted to do with her life, but she kept blowing them off. Anya already knew the answer though. She had been talking to someone in the Federal Security Service right around the time she commenced her last year of school. The recruiter would meet her without her parents knowing, but she didn’t need their permission anyway. She knew what she wanted to do with her life. Upon graduation, and right before Anya shipped off to training, she told her parents she’d be going away to school out of town. They questioned her telling them last minute, but she showed them an acceptance letter forged by her recruiter and claimed it was a surprise she had planned all along. Her parents were stoked, as they were none the wiser, and unfortunately for all three of them that’s the last time they would see each other. Anya had been briefed that they would fake her death and let her parents know at a later time. Sure, the news would be devastating, but they couldn’t allow an only child into their ranks with her parents believing she was still alive.

The adjustment period upon arriving at training was a bit rough, but Anya got through the initial phase. It didn’t take long for her to pick a specialty: American Intelligence. Yes, she’d be trained like the rest of them, but upon graduation, she would move to the United States in order to join their ranks within the CIA. Knowing what her future would consist of made it a tad easier for Anya to get through training. About halfway in, she was involved in an exercise which had been the toughest one yet. All of the candidates had their hands tied behind their backs and were then thrown into the deep end of the pool. Some managed to save themselves, probably because they had prior knowledge of the exercise, but Anya was one of the ones who drowned. But for the instructors, it was just another day in the pool. The moment they observed a candidate making no movements, they went ahead and pulled them out, where they would then be resuscitated. Anya was shook after the fact, as anyone else who experienced the same thing would be, but that didn’t stop her.

Eventually graduation day would come and in the blink of an eye, she made the move to the United States. Anya settled into a nice apartment, and her life in America as Jennifer Donovan would begin from that moment on. She had it all: the perfect American accent, unlimited funds, and the entire Russian government backing her up. At that moment, the world was her playground.

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Emma Sullivan

Name

Emma J. Sullivan

Age

30

Place of Residence

Apartment #401

Personality Traits

Fair, patient, and kind-hearted. Naturally an all-around decent person with good intentions. Emma has been rather consistent throughout the years with her definition of right and wrong. She doesn’t make excuses for anyone’s bad behavior and tends to believe in karma. Needless to say, the young woman isn’t without her faults. Whenever Emma believes she’s in the right, she will argue her point for as long as it takes. She also recognizes the fact that she has a short fuse, something she has attempted to work on in the past.

Background

Emma was born and raised in Newark, NJ. She was the youngest child of the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Rosen up until Emma was around 3 years old when her older brother sadly passed away due to an illness. The catastrophe tore her family’s life apart, and it was a rough few years before they slowly settled back into some level of normalcy. Initially, Emma had struggled in school due to the events that transpired. She had it so rough, she was held back a year. However, with tutoring and additional help on an individual basis, later on she managed to skip a grade and catch up to her old classmates.

After she was done with school, Emma made the short move to New York for college. It was there she met her would-be husband, Thomas Sullivan. He was an NYPD detective fresh off the streets. The two fell madly in love, and for about a year tried to conceive a child of their own. However, when Emma paid a visit to the OBGYN, he advised she wouldn’t be able to have kids. The couple was terribly saddened, but at that point they decided to adopt. The child, whose name would eventually be changed to Ty Sullivan, was a face they couldn’t forget. He was one of the first kids they met and they just knew he would be the one.

Everything was going great for the small family of three. One random Tuesday evening, Thomas and Emma had a conversation and he told her he had decided he would join the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and with Emma’s blessing he submitted the application later that week. The hiring process was rather lengthy, but after all was said and done, he was accepted to the FBI academy and upon completion, the family moved to Boston as Thomas had been assigned to the field office there. Emma, on the other hand, found a new position with one of the main news channels in Boston. The young couple constantly worked hard; this was the routine for a while and slowly, over time, they started seeing less of each other. The small amount of time they had to themselves would be spent arguing more often than not. Throughout those few years, they tried couple’s therapy, taking family vacations, etc., but it seemed the damage was done. Emma then decided they should take a break and she moved out alone, taking Ty every other week as they both had agreed on. However, recently, it seemed there was hope of the two getting back together once more.

Other Info

Ty is currently staying with Emma in her apartment.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Back in the early 2000s when I was a young teen in middle school or high school, I had a shirt that said Charmed Forces. Super cringe, I know.

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@Vatonage Well, I made her have a tragic and chaotic past on purpose. However, if you feel the events in this particular RP would overwhelm her to a great extent, then I can bring her husband back from the dead and have them be separated or divorced.

Edit: I gave her a happier past. Looking back, I could have gone easier on her.