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Character's full name: Anya(nka) Christina Emanuela Jenkins (Fake-Ass Made-Up Maiden-Name Harris)
Age: Around 1200, give or take. (Born ~860)
Group Species: Demon
Gender: Female
Alignment: Mostly Good
Features: 5'3", Blonde, in good shape, dark eyes, and sometimes a little veiny in the facial region.
Model's name: Emma Caulfield
Personality: Anya has a bit of a complex character; she's always been thoughtful and compassionate at heart, ever since she lived with Olaf in Sweden, long ago, and wished to give baby bunnies to all of the village folk as gifts, out of the kindness of her heart, and with no desire for financial compensation or favors in return. However, she has also always had her own unique way of showing it, which she often blames on being a vengeance demon for so long, but which is really just a part of her nature; it had been for as long as she'd been born, and even her neighbors saw that, often remarking to her that, "Your questions are irksome; perhaps you should take your furs and your literal interpretations to the other side of the river." Still, her role as a demon did take some toll on her understanding of human emotions and mortality, making her ordinarily perplexing personality all the more odd.
She is a passionate person, and this shows in many ways. For instance, her passion for vengeance, though that waned a bit after she was made human again, and only resurfaced when the wedding was called off. After she was stripped of her powers once more, she was officially out of the vengeance game. However, since dying and being brought back, regaining her powers once more, she has found a good balance between wreaking untold wrath and using her demonic abilities to assist the Scoobies again. Nonetheless, her passion has really just shifted; from vengeance to helping her friends. Further, she has quite a bit of passion for the beauty of capitalism in America, and as a result, money. She really loves money, actually, and there's not a lot more to be said about that. Alongside vengeance, friendship, and cash, she has also shown to be very passionate in her relationship with Xander, for better or for worse. Passion is a key element of Anya's Anya-ness.
And who could forget her unwavering stubbornness, coupled with a staunch sense of pragmatism? If Anya is nothing else, she is an unshakeable force of efficiency. She will do things her way, assured that her way is the most effective, no matter what, and she doesn't care who tries to stop her, either. If she wants to sell the children for more cash, than by golly, the children will be on a ship to Armenia by lunch time! That's just how she is.
Likes: Money, the Scoobies, America, Musicals, Not Dying, Vengeance (just a little bit!), Bowling, Math, Monkeys, The Game of Life, Sex, Honesty, Thanksgiving (and similar ritual sacrifice holidays!), Fruit Punch, Xander
Dislikes: Bunnies, Willow (Sometimes), D'Hoffryn (Well...), Communism, Being the Bad Guy, Math Class, Getting Killed, Bunnies, Being Poor, Mortality, Bunnies
Strengths:
* Supernatural Endurance: Can take a sword to the chest without dying, so she's pretty tough.
* Supernatural Strength: Strong enough to go head to head with a Slayer, anyways.
* Teleportation: She can teleport, as long as she doesn't bring any passengers along.
* Wish Fulfillment: Can grant vengeance-related wishes. Created the Wishverse.
* Vengeance-Radar: Can tell when someone in her vicinity needs a little vengeance in their life.
Weaknesses:
* Decapitation: Kills most people, generally. Would probably kill her right good.
* Supernatural Fire: Like the stuff what killed Halfrek. D'Hoffryn could probably torch her pretty easily if he wanted to.
* Greedy: She can be manipulated with money or similar incentives.
* Amulet: Smash the amulet, make her human again.
* Demon-Killing Weapons: Anything that is specially made for killing demons (the Scythe, etc) could probably also kill Anya right good.
History: Long ago, in a town in Sweden, there was a woman named Aud. She was quite odd, and raised bunnies in a little hut with her husband, Olaf, a mighty viking. One day, Olaf decided it was a good idea to get drunk and canoodle with the bar maid, Rannveig, whose hips were wide and load-bearing, like a Baltic woman. Anya, with narrow hips, like a Baltic woman from a slightly more arid region, was obviously quite displeased by this, and in exchange for his cheating, turned him into a troll. This caught the eye of D'Hoffryn, a kind and caring businessman (NOT) who offered her the deal of a lifetime- become a vengeance demon, and for a limited time only, get a really good corner cubicle with a nice view of the surrounding Hell dimensions. Not too shabby, and vengeance was something she was pretty good at, so Aud became Anyanka.
As Anyanka, vengeance was really a thing she did pretty well, tearing through the centuries by doing huge acts of vengeance-making and righteous comeuppance in the names of women scorned. She summoned a hellbeast here, sparked the Russian Revolution there (praise Communism!), hung out with Dracula a bit, and even too the time to watch the first Ascension, way back in the middle ages. Along the way, she met her good friend, Halfrek, who she would later accidentally betray and kill-by-proxy. Fun times!
In the late 90s, she came upon Sunnydale High School, where a certain Ms. Codelia Chase was really mad at her ex-beau, Xander. She made the mistake of wishing Buffy never existed, which Anya granted, creating the Wishverse. This plan was foiled when Giles broke her nice amulet that really never hurt anyone, and thus made her mortal and squishy. As a human, she was upset that she didn't have a date to the prom, and therefore asked Xander, mainly because he also didn't have a date. Such was the start of their eventual relationship, though that wouldn't formally start until later, when they interlock their interlocking bodies.
After failing to get her amulet back via Willow's help, she backed off for a bit, returning long enough to ask Xander to flee the apocalypse with her, which he denied. Which was admittedly not very smart, hindsight aside, considering she knew better than anyone else how dangerous the Ascension was going to be. Nobody ever accused him of being the brightest bulb in the lightbulb store. Fortunately, it all worked out, and she came back later, getting into lots of Scooby shenanigans, and eventually agreeing to marry Xander. They got a nice little apartment together and planned the wedding out so perfectly, and sang a couple songs, and it was all really sweet, until a pesky demon she'd pissed off came back to haunt her, by specifically haunting Xander with visions of a failed marriage, which he didn't want for him and Anya.
That definitely put a strain on their relationship, and the two of them split up. A little later, Anya became a vengeance demon once more and Buffy tried to kill her (how rude!), and this led to D'Hoffryn stripping her of her powers (AGAIN), and killing Halfrek. She never really did get back with Xander proper, though they had a nice, awkward-ish friendship after her vengeful killing spree got fixed, though her sex with Spike definitely didn't help. Later on, she died right before Sunnydale imploded, but by some strange force, a little while later, she was brought back to life, and moved to the other side of the country. There, she found that she was a vengeance demon once more, though she had no idea how she survived, or why, nor why she had regained her powers. She didn't hear a thing from D'Hoffryn, so she assumed that maybe he didn't know, and she intended to keep it that way, if that was the case; immolation wasn't really on her to-do list, if you know what I mean. She did, however, set out to return to Sunnydale, but upon finding it a crater, moved out to Switzerland, where she ran a bank, pretty successfully, until news spread that Sunnydale was being rebuilt. At that point, she decided to make her way back, in hopes that if she had survived, then surely her friends survived too, and hopefully all of them had moved back home as she planned to do. Hopefully.
RP Sample: "He's my Xander and he's awfully swell, it makes financial sense as well, although he can be- I'll never tell, just stand aside!" She dance-ran gracefully across the floor of the apartment, onto the balcony that she really didn't remember being there until now, but which she also didn't care to notice quite yet. "Here comes the bride!" Now, as if by some strange demonic magic, she was robed in a gorgeous white wedding dress, singing her heart out and doing little twirls on the balcony to her and Xander's home.
"I'll be missus! I will be his missus! I... Will.. Be!" Belting out the high note, the thought occurred to her that she should really cut to a different scene, far flung into the future, and for a moment, she almost felt a penetrative feeling of some sort, on her upper abdomen. Must be the wind. She continued her song, sitting down at the doorstep and staring blissfully at the stars. "Mrs. Anya Cristina Emanuela Jenkins... Harris..." The strings and piano wound down to a halt, as the song ended with a soft sigh. She stood and headed back inside, suddenly overcome with questions that would not be answered until the following morning.
"That was highly unusual. And it sounded like a great break-away pop hit, but something tells me nobody'll even notice it." She shook her head. Did she really even sing at all? "Crazy talk," she muttered to herself, pouring a cup of smoking hot caffeine from the pot. She was probably just delirious from the lack of sleep. She'd been staying up late at night for the past few days, planning meticulously for the wedding. It was going to be perfect, she knew it would be. It had to be! She took a sip of coffee. Another sip. Another.
"Now, where'd I put the guest list... Have I written a guest list? Well, I should certainly hope so, or we won't be having any guests at the wedding, and that would not be ideal- guests are an essential part of any decent wedding, I mean, who else is going to buy us things that we won't have to pay for?" Anya frowned, scrounging around through the desk drawers and the bathroom cabinets, and under Xander's blankets, as he snored peacefully and rather loudly. It had to be somewhere.
Aha! She found it. It was finished. It had been finished for the past two days. She took a longer sip of coffee, and refilled the cup. God, she needed to take a break. Maybe if she sat down. Just for a moment. She sat down, scooting Xander over in his chair just enough for her to sit next to him. Hmm... Maybe if she just rested her eyes for a second... She leaned back in the small recliner, pressing against the slumbering Xander. "Mmm... I think next I'll start writing the..." Yawn. Not sleepy, just yawny. "The invitations..." And the next thing she knew, she was being heroically protected by her beloved fiance, who was dressed like a gladiator (re: not very dressed at all), from a pack of ferocious bunnies. Oh god, the terror! Fortunately, Dream-Xander was quite handy with a flamethrower. Sweet dreams were had, amidst the scent of roasted bunny. As was often the case.
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Character's full name: Anya(nka) Christina Emanuela Jenkins (Fake-Ass Made-Up Maiden-Name Harris)
Age: Around 1200, give or take. (Born ~860)
Group Species: Demon
Gender: Female
Alignment: Mostly Good
Features: 5'3", Blonde, in good shape, dark eyes, and sometimes a little veiny in the facial region.
Model's name: Emma Caulfield
Personality: Anya has a bit of a complex character; she's always been thoughtful and compassionate at heart, ever since she lived with Olaf in Sweden, long ago, and wished to give baby bunnies to all of the village folk as gifts, out of the kindness of her heart, and with no desire for financial compensation or favors in return. However, she has also always had her own unique way of showing it, which she often blames on being a vengeance demon for so long, but which is really just a part of her nature; it had been for as long as she'd been born, and even her neighbors saw that, often remarking to her that, "Your questions are irksome; perhaps you should take your furs and your literal interpretations to the other side of the river." Still, her role as a demon did take some toll on her understanding of human emotions and mortality, making her ordinarily perplexing personality all the more odd.
She is a passionate person, and this shows in many ways. For instance, her passion for vengeance, though that waned a bit after she was made human again, and only resurfaced when the wedding was called off. After she was stripped of her powers once more, she was officially out of the vengeance game. However, since dying and being brought back, regaining her powers once more, she has found a good balance between wreaking untold wrath and using her demonic abilities to assist the Scoobies again. Nonetheless, her passion has really just shifted; from vengeance to helping her friends. Further, she has quite a bit of passion for the beauty of capitalism in America, and as a result, money. She really loves money, actually, and there's not a lot more to be said about that. Alongside vengeance, friendship, and cash, she has also shown to be very passionate in her relationship with Xander, for better or for worse. Passion is a key element of Anya's Anya-ness.
And who could forget her unwavering stubbornness, coupled with a staunch sense of pragmatism? If Anya is nothing else, she is an unshakeable force of efficiency. She will do things her way, assured that her way is the most effective, no matter what, and she doesn't care who tries to stop her, either. If she wants to sell the children for more cash, than by golly, the children will be on a ship to Armenia by lunch time! That's just how she is.
Likes: Money, the Scoobies, America, Musicals, Not Dying, Vengeance (just a little bit!), Bowling, Math, Monkeys, The Game of Life, Sex, Honesty, Thanksgiving (and similar ritual sacrifice holidays!), Fruit Punch, Xander
Dislikes: Bunnies, Willow (Sometimes), D'Hoffryn (Well...), Communism, Being the Bad Guy, Math Class, Getting Killed, Bunnies, Being Poor, Mortality, Bunnies
Strengths:
* Supernatural Endurance: Can take a sword to the chest without dying, so she's pretty tough.
* Supernatural Strength: Strong enough to go head to head with a Slayer, anyways.
* Teleportation: She can teleport, as long as she doesn't bring any passengers along.
* Wish Fulfillment: Can grant vengeance-related wishes. Created the Wishverse.
* Vengeance-Radar: Can tell when someone in her vicinity needs a little vengeance in their life.
Weaknesses:
* Decapitation: Kills most people, generally. Would probably kill her right good.
* Supernatural Fire: Like the stuff what killed Halfrek. D'Hoffryn could probably torch her pretty easily if he wanted to.
* Greedy: She can be manipulated with money or similar incentives.
* Amulet: Smash the amulet, make her human again.
* Demon-Killing Weapons: Anything that is specially made for killing demons (the Scythe, etc) could probably also kill Anya right good.
History: Long ago, in a town in Sweden, there was a woman named Aud. She was quite odd, and raised bunnies in a little hut with her husband, Olaf, a mighty viking. One day, Olaf decided it was a good idea to get drunk and canoodle with the bar maid, Rannveig, whose hips were wide and load-bearing, like a Baltic woman. Anya, with narrow hips, like a Baltic woman from a slightly more arid region, was obviously quite displeased by this, and in exchange for his cheating, turned him into a troll. This caught the eye of D'Hoffryn, a kind and caring businessman (NOT) who offered her the deal of a lifetime- become a vengeance demon, and for a limited time only, get a really good corner cubicle with a nice view of the surrounding Hell dimensions. Not too shabby, and vengeance was something she was pretty good at, so Aud became Anyanka.
As Anyanka, vengeance was really a thing she did pretty well, tearing through the centuries by doing huge acts of vengeance-making and righteous comeuppance in the names of women scorned. She summoned a hellbeast here, sparked the Russian Revolution there (praise Communism!), hung out with Dracula a bit, and even too the time to watch the first Ascension, way back in the middle ages. Along the way, she met her good friend, Halfrek, who she would later accidentally betray and kill-by-proxy. Fun times!
In the late 90s, she came upon Sunnydale High School, where a certain Ms. Codelia Chase was really mad at her ex-beau, Xander. She made the mistake of wishing Buffy never existed, which Anya granted, creating the Wishverse. This plan was foiled when Giles broke her nice amulet that really never hurt anyone, and thus made her mortal and squishy. As a human, she was upset that she didn't have a date to the prom, and therefore asked Xander, mainly because he also didn't have a date. Such was the start of their eventual relationship, though that wouldn't formally start until later, when they interlock their interlocking bodies.
After failing to get her amulet back via Willow's help, she backed off for a bit, returning long enough to ask Xander to flee the apocalypse with her, which he denied. Which was admittedly not very smart, hindsight aside, considering she knew better than anyone else how dangerous the Ascension was going to be. Nobody ever accused him of being the brightest bulb in the lightbulb store. Fortunately, it all worked out, and she came back later, getting into lots of Scooby shenanigans, and eventually agreeing to marry Xander. They got a nice little apartment together and planned the wedding out so perfectly, and sang a couple songs, and it was all really sweet, until a pesky demon she'd pissed off came back to haunt her, by specifically haunting Xander with visions of a failed marriage, which he didn't want for him and Anya.
That definitely put a strain on their relationship, and the two of them split up. A little later, Anya became a vengeance demon once more and Buffy tried to kill her (how rude!), and this led to D'Hoffryn stripping her of her powers (AGAIN), and killing Halfrek. She never really did get back with Xander proper, though they had a nice, awkward-ish friendship after her vengeful killing spree got fixed, though her sex with Spike definitely didn't help. Later on, she died right before Sunnydale imploded, but by some strange force, a little while later, she was brought back to life, and moved to the other side of the country. There, she found that she was a vengeance demon once more, though she had no idea how she survived, or why, nor why she had regained her powers. She didn't hear a thing from D'Hoffryn, so she assumed that maybe he didn't know, and she intended to keep it that way, if that was the case; immolation wasn't really on her to-do list, if you know what I mean. She did, however, set out to return to Sunnydale, but upon finding it a crater, moved out to Switzerland, where she ran a bank, pretty successfully, until news spread that Sunnydale was being rebuilt. At that point, she decided to make her way back, in hopes that if she had survived, then surely her friends survived too, and hopefully all of them had moved back home as she planned to do. Hopefully.
RP Sample: "He's my Xander and he's awfully swell, it makes financial sense as well, although he can be- I'll never tell, just stand aside!" She dance-ran gracefully across the floor of the apartment, onto the balcony that she really didn't remember being there until now, but which she also didn't care to notice quite yet. "Here comes the bride!" Now, as if by some strange demonic magic, she was robed in a gorgeous white wedding dress, singing her heart out and doing little twirls on the balcony to her and Xander's home.
"I'll be missus! I will be his missus! I... Will.. Be!" Belting out the high note, the thought occurred to her that she should really cut to a different scene, far flung into the future, and for a moment, she almost felt a penetrative feeling of some sort, on her upper abdomen. Must be the wind. She continued her song, sitting down at the doorstep and staring blissfully at the stars. "Mrs. Anya Cristina Emanuela Jenkins... Harris..." The strings and piano wound down to a halt, as the song ended with a soft sigh. She stood and headed back inside, suddenly overcome with questions that would not be answered until the following morning.
"That was highly unusual. And it sounded like a great break-away pop hit, but something tells me nobody'll even notice it." She shook her head. Did she really even sing at all? "Crazy talk," she muttered to herself, pouring a cup of smoking hot caffeine from the pot. She was probably just delirious from the lack of sleep. She'd been staying up late at night for the past few days, planning meticulously for the wedding. It was going to be perfect, she knew it would be. It had to be! She took a sip of coffee. Another sip. Another.
"Now, where'd I put the guest list... Have I written a guest list? Well, I should certainly hope so, or we won't be having any guests at the wedding, and that would not be ideal- guests are an essential part of any decent wedding, I mean, who else is going to buy us things that we won't have to pay for?" Anya frowned, scrounging around through the desk drawers and the bathroom cabinets, and under Xander's blankets, as he snored peacefully and rather loudly. It had to be somewhere.
Aha! She found it. It was finished. It had been finished for the past two days. She took a longer sip of coffee, and refilled the cup. God, she needed to take a break. Maybe if she sat down. Just for a moment. She sat down, scooting Xander over in his chair just enough for her to sit next to him. Hmm... Maybe if she just rested her eyes for a second... She leaned back in the small recliner, pressing against the slumbering Xander. "Mmm... I think next I'll start writing the..." Yawn. Not sleepy, just yawny. "The invitations..." And the next thing she knew, she was being heroically protected by her beloved fiance, who was dressed like a gladiator (re: not very dressed at all), from a pack of ferocious bunnies. Oh god, the terror! Fortunately, Dream-Xander was quite handy with a flamethrower. Sweet dreams were had, amidst the scent of roasted bunny. As was often the case.