Post by Anya Lahey on Oct 14, 2008 6:22:41 GMT 1
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Anya Lahey
Anya Lahey
About your Character
Name:Anya Lahey
Nickname: Laye
Age:20
Country:England
Position: Outlaw
Job: part of Robins gang
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Height:5"5
General Appearance:Anya is a small girl with large blue eyes and long wavy hair which has become matterd since leaving home it had been hard to find time to brush it. Her large eyes often give off the look of confusion as she tried to keep up with every thing that’s going on.
She has always been handy with a needle and thread and stitched her self a thin pale green hair band with small green embroidered leaves all around. Her large blue eyes and smile give off an innocent impression which Anya has recently discovered can get her what she wants. She often acts as a distraction playing a range of different characters from lost child to pregnant girl about to give birth.
After leaving home to join Robins gang Aaya has traded in her dresses for a pair of boys trousers and top which makes mobility much easier when it comes to running away or climbing. Her trousers are slightly to long as they used to belong to her older brother and she has to role up the bottoms so not to trip over the ends. Living in the forest means its hard to wash and keep clean especially if you’re a woman but Anya tyres to the best of her ability not to smell and be cover in dry crusty mud like some of the others.
Likes:
Ridding
The out doors
Singing
Humour
A nice smile, gotta love a nice smile
Company
Lewis , half Brother but she would still love to wring his neck.
Swimming in summer
Allan (but shhhhh she would die of shame if some one knew)
Dislikes:Greed
Moths
Nippy cuts on fingers
Disloyalty
step father
half siblings
babies( though shes good with them)
Onions
Nottingham fairs
There sheriffs irritating tuft of hair
Personality: Anya is cheerful charismatic energy filled girl always happy to throw her self whole heartedly in to any task that is set to her. After leaving home she has really opened up and is showing off more of her personality every day as she becomes closer to the other members of the gang. Since joining Robin she has become particularly fond little john who is like a father figure to her, steering her in the right direction and giving her and extra push when it’s needed. She is trusting and loyal to her friends willing to put her self in danger to secure their safety.
With the betrayal of her mother in the past it does take a while for her to let people in and see her true feelings. She uses sarcasm to hide how she is really feeling locking her emotions away at the back of her head which have a habit of making a small appearance when she’s really angry. Not a big fan of confrontation she run at the first sign of an argument between friends.
Charming and witty she fits in well with the group and along with Much always try to see the bright side to everything although in these dark times its becoming harder and harder. Often sarcastic and occasionally whiney Anya gets bored easily, always looking for something to entertain her self with turning to annoying Much if there is no other form of entertainment.
She is a scatter brain brain and has givne up long ago on trying to change that.
Family: Mother Fiona Lehey
Step father Vincent
Father Finnagain Freelove
Half brother Lewis Freelove
5 younger half brothers and sisters
Background:
Jacob Lahey was an Irish farm owner who moved to England after diseases infected his farm and the farms surrounding it. He built himself a house in the village of Locksley and soon after moving there married a local girl Marie a talented seamstress. They had one daughter Fiona who a pretty girl with dark brown hair and large brown eyes.
Anya’s mother was not married to Anya’s biological father. Fiona, young and naive and had fallen head over heals in love with an older much wealthier man who was already married to a beautiful well respected woman from a family equally as wealthy as his. Her father lord Finnegan and Fiona had a short relationship at a time when Finnegan was finding his marriage particularly stiffening, however broke it off when he discovered Fiona was pregnant with his child. He though that this was her of a way securing safety and money. Fiona had hopped that when he found out he would want to leave his wife and child and run away with her to start a new one with her and her unborn baby. It was never to happen and that was the end of the hidden romance. Finnegan ended it by throwing money at her as if she where a common prostitute.
Devastated but still madly in love with him she raised the baby alone scrapping by best she could and resorting to petty theft to feed and cloth her child. It was a hard start to life but Anya was strangely happy, she was very close to her mother who would sing to her every night as she drifted off to sleep. When Anya was 5 years old she ventured to the edge of Sherwood Forest alone where she found a fox trying to catch and kill a small rabbit. Horrified, Anya scared the fox away scooped up the small petrified rabbit in her arms and took it home where she helped mend its injured leg to the best of her abilities. At the back of the shabby damp hut that they lived in Anya fixed together a small pen with planks of abandoned wood she had picked up from the market so that her rabbit wasn’t eaten in the night by a fox or bird of pray. She became very attached to the rabbit; none of the children’s parents would let them play with her. The rabbit was small and most likely the runt of a little that had been cast out and left to die. Anya found several similarities between herself and the small rabbit she named Gertrude.
The pares fortunes brightened when a rich French man moved in to the area. He took special interest in Fiona who despite being malnourished and sick looking was a pretty woman with startling dark eyes and flawless skin giving her the look of a china doll. Her daughter inherited her mothers look bit it was hard to tell due to the permanently splattered on her face. Thinking that this was perhaps the only opportunity she was every going to get to marry and have a proper family Fiona agreed to marry the Frenchman Vincent. A well spoken man who was good with words and verse.
Vincent owned a single floored house with a reasonable size garden in front which extending down the left side. Though not particularly wealthy the house was well furnished and a stunning embroidered tapestry hung on the wall by the front door. Fiona could hardly believe her luck. Vincent provided her with plain but attractive dresses and some of the villagers hardly recognized her. At the beginning it was all good Vincent even taught Anya to read and write along with some basic arithmetic. Things however did not stay like that for long, Fiona fell pregnant with her second child, Vincent’s first and he turned cold towards Anya using any opportunity he got to put her down and things only got worse. When the babies where born she was practically ignored and blanked out only talked to when something was needed from her. Anya tired her utmost to prove her worth to the family, wanting more than anything to be loved and included by then but it was never to happen.
In her 12th year, no with 3 new half brothers and sisters Anya was left at home to mind the children as her mother and Vincent went to town for the day. She tired everything she could to settle the children but they cried through out the day none stop and nothing she did worked. When Vincent arrived home late that night he was furious to find his children still awake and wailing at the top of there voices. Anya was given a harsh beating and as an extra punishment Vincent drowned the rabbit she had saved all those years ago. The loss of her rabbit was hard enough but the fact that her mother didn’t seem to bat an eye at the clear unjustness. That hurt more than the bruises on her back. They had once been so close but know the only look her mother gave her was one of disgust.
When ever she could Anya took the smaller of the two horses Vincent owned and Rode as fast and as far away from the prison she called home as she could. She would ride through Sherwood Forest and stop when she found the clearing she was fond of. Anya would let the horse wander, not to far away whilst she sat singing to her self and sewed. As she grew older the sewing was replaced by a sword which she had bought using the money she earned mending dresses for some ladies in the town. It was battered and practically blunt but it was hers and that’s all the mattered. She threw her self in to motion taking all her frustration and anger out on a poor tree which by the end looked ugly and destroyed.
At 18 a young man with dark untamed hair and crystal clear blue eyes came to the door one day when Anya was lefty to mind the growing family of 4 children. He explained to her that he was Oscar the son of Finnegan McCarthy from Scotland. Thinking that he was there to collect more tax, Anya shut the door in his face. Oscar was persistent and Anya soon realized that he was in fact her older half brother. The two became close very quickly and would regularly go ridding to Anya’a favourite clearing in the forest where he would help improve her sword skills. For the first time in years Anya felt loved again was noticeably much happier but good things never last. Vincent found out about Oscar and viewed him as a threat to his home and family. He framed him for stealing his beast horse and had the Sheriff throw him in the castle dungeons with out any hint of a trial.
Anything else:
Face Claim:Emilie de raven
RP Sample:
“Your pathetic just leave even your presences is to much “
Aghh that man infuriated her he thought that he could get away with treating her like cow dung. Well ok he could he did own her house marry her mother and pay for her food. It would have been better if she was his servant then she would be paid for the cooking cleaning washing and farming that she did but no she had to be his step daughter and had to do all those things for free and with out complaining. The first chance she got to leave she would take it and it wouldn’t even matter where to she just needed out. He thought her presence was bad his was suffocating. What had she done to deserve this? If she believed in reincarnation she would have believed she had been some crawl heartless murderer to deserve the life she was trapped in now but she didn’t she found it even heard to believe there was a god these days.
Her mother wasn’t much help she just stood by and watched him treat her like a bucket full of human waist. She never said a word just left him do it and when Vincent was in a particularly rubbish mood and took out his anger on Anya she just let it happen. Onions the both of them you do nothing to hurt them but they still make you cry. Not that she ever cried in front of them that would just make things worse, they would taunt and call her weak. There kids cried all the time, they never called them weak! She wouldn’t have minded if she had stayed living in that old shack that her mother had put together with damp walls and bug infested floor anywhere was better than this place.
Anya threw open the front door and stormed out rounding the corner and standing with her to the house her arms crossed as she tried to calm herself. Was there really any point in getting worked up and upset over it? It wasn’t going to fix anything things would just keep on going the same way. This would usually be the time where she would go for a ride but of coarse Vincent had sent both horses to be re shoed and there was no chance they would be back and ready to rid today so where was stuck here with no way of escape. Again!
Oscar hadn’t appeared at any point that day which was probably the reason Anya was finding it so hard not to cry. He was the only person that looked and talked to her as if she was a real person, his sister. There was no chance of seeing him today. Vincent and her cold mother where in for the evening and wouldn’t be leaving which meant she would be stuck to suffer this hell alone. It must be easy for him his father was rich he’s would inherit the money and he could pretty do much what ever he wanted, the complete opposite of Anya who was a slave to her family.
They had completely put her off ever having children herself. If she could avoid picking up another baby, changing it or even looking at one she would. Babies where like a stubborn stain on a dress that no matter how heard you scrape and clean just doesn’t wash off. They where every where and it seemed like more and more where being born every day especially in her own home. No she was never going to have babies she would leave that to other people to populate the world she would have no part in it.