Post by Anastacia Gordon on May 27, 2007 13:48:12 GMT -5
Name: Anastacia Branwen Peterson-Gordon - I usually just go by Stacia Gordon.... My parents call me Anastacia when they're mad, so I can't stand it... And my mom has always tried to make me go by "Annie"... Which I also can't stand... Sometimes I introduce myself as Stacia Peterson, to throw people off...
Age: 19, almost twenty.
Race: Human. I hate it.
Racial Information: Uhm... I'm human. What is there to say, really? We're a weak race driven by greed and other such emotion... Most of us are selfish, cruel and untrustworthy at the best of times...
Personality: I've been told I can be abrasive at times... I generally don't care what people think of me. I tend toward the sarcastic, but not always in a mean way. I like to think of myself as at least a little compassionate, but I have a hard time expressing myself in any such way. If I'm attacked, I tend to be rather fierce and ruthless in defending myself, but sometimes I... Well, something happens and I end up not being able to defend myself.
I care about people, but, again, I have troubles showing it. I'm actually rather anti-social most of the time... A lot of people have said they can't stand being around me because I'm 'too serious'... I don't see that, though. I think they just can't handle my sense of humor... To be fair, it is kind of dark, and I tend to sound more serious than I intend to...
I generally don't like violence, but I've learned to live with it. You've gotta fight to survive in this world. I learned that long ago. There's no way around it. I guess that kind of makes me a pessimist, but that's just the way the dice roll. Gotta play with the cards you've been dealt... Man, that makes me sound like a gambler. I hate gambling.. But that's the way life is, I guess. A big gamble.
That's another reason people don't seem to like being around me. I can get a little melodramatic at times.
I can be kind of hyper and a little child-like sometimes, but I guess that's just my mind trying to counteract the depression I fall into sometimes.
Also, I have a bit of a temper sometimes. It's not the most explosive temper in the world, but my fuse can be rather short sometimes. I guess that goes to show that the saying 'the longer the fuse, the bigger the bang' is pretty damn accurate.
Strengths:
Non-physical: Art. I would consider my anti-social behaviour a strength as well, because it means nobody can hurt me, but I don't know as anyone else would agree with me.
Physical; I've got my black belts in Akido and Ju Jitsu... I had originally wanted to take them to try and defend myself against... Certain people... But some things never change, and I would never have been allowed to leave the house again if I'd tried it.
I'm also surprisingly strong for my size, though not the strongest girl my age by any means.
Weaknesses: I would consider my parents a weakness... My emotions... My fear... My anger, I guess... I'd really rather not think about this...
Physical Description:
-Hair: Long. Black.
-Eyes: Brown. Some days, they look black.
-Skin tone: Pale.
-Weight: 139lb
-Height: 5'8"
Family: I've actually done a lot of research into my family history on both sides.. I have an extensive tree listed in one of the few notebooks I managed to keep hidden from my mother... but I won't bore you with those details...
Mother; Mariah Peterson
Father; Alexander Gordon
(For those who are wonderingl; Yes. They are married.)
I have no siblings or cousins... It's quite sad, actually...
My present point of fascination in my family history are some supposed great-great-great-great... However many greats... Grand Uncles or whatever they would be called... They all died or disappeared when they were young adults. It's said they were 'taken by demons'.. Fascinating!
Their names were;
Nicholas Peterson
Daxton Peterson
Adrian Peterson
and Terris Peterson.
At some point, I hope to find out more about what actually happened... Fact finding is one of my favorite things to do.
Background Information: I was born and raised in Lynchburg, Virginia. Beautiful town... Too bad my family lives there, or I might have stayed.
From the outside one would think my life was that of a normal kid, but really... It wasn't. My family... Never really seemed like they wanted me. I swear, it's like they only had a kid 'cause it seemed like the proper thing to do... It's sad really, just how much my parents have always cared about things being 'proper'... They even forced me to wear dresses to go to church. If I fought them on it... They'd hurt me. Then they'd lock me in the attic for a few hours when we got home.
Eventually, I got to the point where I had things to do hidden up there.
I had a normal school life, for the most part. Never really had any close friends. I've never really been one to get close to people easily, but is that any wonder? Besides, everyone thought I was weird. I would talk about things like vampires and werewolves and demons, and I would draw things that made people uncomfortable... Most of my artwork has always had some sort of dark quality to it. Some would even call it morbid, though I've only ever drawn two or three outright morbid drawings in my life. My art teacher once had me stay after class every day for a week because I refused to do anything bright or happy. Needless to say, I ended up spending a lot of time in the attic when I was at home that week...
I've always had a fascination for the occult. The dark things that lurk just at the edge of imagination. I remember when I was little I used to wish that, somehow, something would swoop out of the darkness and rescue me from my miserable life.
Funny how most little girls imagine unicorns and princes on white stallions... But not me. I imagined being enfolded in the safe arms of the darkness... I had always felt safest when the lights were out.
As I got older, I learned to be more discrete about my love of the night and the occult. After all the fights, it would've been really hard not to learn... She hated it when I would talk about demons...
Originally, I turned to studying my family tree in an attempt to connect with my parents. I wanted to end the fighting and maybe get them to see that I am not a curse on the family... But it didn't work. However, I did gain a great new hobby. I really enjoyed learning about my ancestors... Especially since it helped me see that they weren't all evil.
Eventually I found the information about Nicholas, Daxton, Adrian and Terris... I was so excited by the fact that right there, in those four men, my two passions seemed to have collided... So much so that I made the mistake of telling my mom about it.
She went crazy... She started hitting me with the wooden rolling pin she had been holding at the time... and then she went in my room and started to destroy my things... After tearing everything she could get to apart, she took whatever she could carry down to the backyard and started a fire. My father was there at the time, and though she hadn't told him exactly what I said... He held on to me so I couldn't get to my things as they burned.
I ended up being beaten rather severely by both of them after that... then they locked me in the attic again. Thankfully, I'd had a friend for a short time in my senior year that taught me how to pick locks. I never told her why I wanted to know, but she taught me anyway.
So that night I snuck out, taking what little stuff I had in the attic, one change of clothes and all the money I had stored under my floor boards... And left. Since then, I managed to make it to New York with minimal incident... And I've been sleeping wherever I can find a dark, quiet niche. I'm hoping to be able to get ahold of Emerson Taylor- the only other person who understands my fascination with my Peterson ancestors- soon. He lives in Minnesota now, but his family was also from Virginia originally... It is said that one of his great-great-great... Whatever great-grandmothers was murdered by one of the four... One of the books I carry is the diary of her son. Emerson is also the one who provided me with a photograph of a painting of the four.
The man's a godsend.
Anyway, for now I'm attempting to find a place to stay... And some way to keep my parents from finding me. All I really know for sure right now is that I'm never going back, even if I have to kill myself to keep them away from me.
Additional Information: I think everything's pretty much been covered... So, that's it. Hope I didn't bore you too much.