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All right, this sounds totally awesome already. ;u ;

Name: Anastasiya (Tayzee/Tay) Kallum
Age: 19 years
Sex: Female
Bio: She is a biokinetic whose main capabilities include minor appearance changes (in her case, change in hair color as well as length) and abilities that help her when she is in water. She can give herself slightly webbed fingers and toes, as well as extending the length of her toes to become more paddle-like. She used to live near the ocean with two parents who were also biokinetic, both of which were much more powerful than she, being capable to turn their legs into complete fins like merpeople. However, when they gave birth to a child, it was clear the ability was fading. After her parents were taken away for being too open with their capabilities, Anastasiya was left to fend for herself; the only way she knew to gather food was by fishing, and to fish she needed to use her abilities as well. It wasn't long before she was also arrested for the same reason, and she wound up in the same dirty truck as Kei, traveling along the same dirt road toward an undisclosed location.
Appearance: Approx. 5'2", 100 pounds, she has more lanky muscle than anything else. She was born with slight albinism, causing her natural skin and hair to be radiant shades of white and her eyes to be a very light shade of blue, with pink/light red rims around the pupils. She often changes her hair, as she thinks that her natural appearance is frightening, but as they are currently being watched, she has left it alone. Her hair is long, with ragged, messy waves and curls that flow down to her waist.

Sound good so far?

Oh, no, I gotcha. So basically she shouldn't be able to quickly grow out her toes like that. But it shouldn't be a problem for her to somewhat quickly grow a thin layer of webbed cartilage between her toes and fingers, would it? It would probably take her a while because she is much weaker than her parents, but...And I should probably tone down her parents, as well, in that case. Such as maybe the parents were able to (over the course of a long period of time) grow their toes to aid in the swimming and whatnot, but maybe Anastasiya wouldn't ever be able to get to that point.

Eh, I think it fits better with the way I changed it, anyway. Maybe eventually she'll get up to that level. Characters need to grow and develop through roleplay. Do you think we're almost ready to start?

A cautious glance up, a gentle rustle: She was completely packed in, people shoulder-to-shoulder, and she had never felt more claustrophobic. Anastasiya bounced along with the rest of the truck, her wrists bound so tightly behind her back that she could feel the rope digging violently into her wrists. The entire way, she had been gritting her teeth as a distraction from the pain, and she was so focused on that action that she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice of another. Her jittery eyes opened and flitted around quickly until they settled on a male with dark hair, sitting across the truck from her. She opened her mouth to respond before closing it again, and taking another short glance around; when it was clear that no one else was awake, she decided it was safe to answer.
Her voice came out as a soft, musical whisper. "Why are we here?..."

Anastasiya listened carefully to Kei's words, her eyes widening in terror at the word 'biokinetic'. She tried to raise her hand quickly to shush him, only to have the binding ropes dig farther into her skin; she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming in pain. Her eyes followed his movements as he himself studied the authorities' actions, and she suddenly felt very self-aware. Anastasiya always had a knife hidden somewhere on her person, but when she was captured, she figured it had been taken away. As always, she was barefoot, and her pale feet were violently scarred and dirty from the barren landscape that she wasn't accustomed to. After being distracted for a moment by her own feet, she glanced up to see that he was talking to her once again. A trickle of blood fell from her lip where she had bit it earlier, stunningly radiant against her pale skin.
"I know why I am here, though I don't think we should discuss it for now," she whispered softly, but attempted to catch his eye. Within a split second, the tiniest section of her pale hair blackened to match the color of the truck's bed before changing back to its regular white. She hoped he had noticed without her having to say anything, but she couldn't be sure.

A suspicious expression crosses across her face as she watches him closely, carefully: She has also noticed the way in which his unusual eyes were changing shape. Regardless of how drugged up she was as well, she couldn't get relaxed. Her albino eyes flickered back and forth constantly, always searching, part of the condition, and she felt very uncomfortable with the fact that she couldn't see very well. Once more, she attempted to shift her wrists. By now, she was most certainly bleeding.
"From the looks of things, toward a prison of some sort.." she muttered almost under her breath. The buildings they were passing were slowly growing free of vegetation and looked more concrete and steel in structure than before. The very idea of being trapped inside one of them made her skin crawl; she knew they must be very far from any bodies of water, which was where she felt most comfortable. "We need to get out of here before we reach the destination...that is for sure." Now, she was half-talking to herself, not wanting to rouse suspicion.

(We'll figure it out. And also, I have an idea, tell me what you think. At the beginning I said one of her nicknames was Tayzee- we could have that be because when she says her name, he hardly hears it, and he [later in the roleplay] affectionately calls her Tayzee in remembrance of their first meeting. Just an idea)

Anastasiya watched the buildings as they neared the enormous stone gates, her eyes blank, expressionless, as she tried hard to not think about what they were heading toward. As the others begun waking, she tried to listen to their conversations before realizing they were speaking something other than her own native tongue. She was certainly happy that there was at least one other here, that she was aware of, who spoke the same language as she. In fact, the very same was now asking her a question- her name, if she'd heard him right. Over the sound of all the noise, all that could be heard from her was "-Tayzee-". She nodded solemnly before asking the very same, "An...yours?..." Just then, they went over a particularly vicious bump, and she cried out loud as her battered wrists banged mercilessly against the cab of the truck. She was getting pretty sick of this, but fortunately, as the car begun to slow down, the bumps grew less painful.