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Keeping most of her past history and homeland information to herself for privacy reasons, Anastasia spends most of her time in her cottage away from prying eyes. Whether pulling weeds out of her garden, reading books, or spending hours painting; her hours remain quiet and peaceful. Upon meeting her, she is polite and soft spoken, as she was taught to do while in her prime years of ballet performances. Yet when one gets to know her, she is much more chatty and full of laughter, her personality tending to lean on the side of a doting and friendly mother figure. While she may only keep a tight knit group of friends, beware of causing them harm. While a mother may be kind and sweet, they can also be cruel to those that have wronged their loved ones.
Past History:
It's not everyday someone falls from the sky, only to descend into the freezing waters of Ishgard. It would be a miracle if they even lived the ordeal! Miss Anastasia Veida would be that one in a million of a miracle.
It wasn't her plan to fall from the sky of course. She was once an accomplished and well known ballet dancer in her home city. She even had herself a patron. He spoiled her in riches, new costumes, and set up all of her performances for his own amusement. Something about him however... Was uncomfortable. He was too close, too touchy, and much too old for her tastes. She lived with it however. It was the only way she'd be able to continue dancing otherwise. What else was she going to do? Sell her paintings? She doubted anyone wished for those. No, instead she dealt with the creepy man until it was too late.
The stage had been sabotaged, she slipped on something that wasn't suppose to be there, twisting her ankle. How could she perform if she had to wait several weeks to recover? Her patron did not like this. He screamed at her, blaming her for her error, and was ready to throw her into the ocean below. Before he could do such a thing, she bolted away, doing everything she could to not get caught.
Her world had changed forever and only a mischievous group of creatures could safely get her away. However it would take time, and she had to butter them up first with gifts and sweet words. In the end, they gave Anya her wish and teleported her far away, touching her skin gently to leave star tattoos as a little farewell gift to their precious star.
Anya wasn't for sure where they would send her. Her home nation was tiny compared to what it use to be, ravaged by a flood. She had assumed she'd be whisked off to another city or village, somewhere she couldn't be found. Ending up in Ishgard was not the plan. The place was freezing and she was lucky to survive. Drenched from head to toe and on the verge of freezing to death, a kind knight happened to be passing by, and swiftly got her to a nearby settlement. She didn't know where she was or what was going on. The doctors chalked it up to amnesia and said she could help work until she remembered. But what was there to remember? She had never been here before.
Years pass and Anya plays along with the amnesia game. It's easier than explaining what actually happened. She did odd jobs here and there, making enough money to start her journey as a traveling artist. Wanting to head somewhere warmer, she was off to the Shroud where she now resides. She spends her free time painting away in her cottage, sometimes her paintings even get away from her... But it's nice to have company over silence, even if they're made of oils and inks. Occasionally she wanders the woods and Gridania itself, painting away and selling her creations. Rarely, she will travel back to Ishgard or sometimes to Ul'dah to visit friends and make business transactions. She has been able to make a name for herself in the arts, even if she still doesn't understand how this strange world works.