Anastasiya Vladimirovna Petrova's story began long ago in the Winter Palace in 1916 in Saint Petersburg, Russia. However, to fully explain this, the backstory first needs to be explained. Anastasia Nikolaevna, the woman later to known as the parent of Anastasiya, was the HRH Grand Duchess of Russia. At this point in time, Anastasia was feeling depressed. While being royal was invigorating and allowed you to have endless possibilities, it grew too easy for her. Boring. The girl needed adventure, freedom to do as she wants. Considering how women was put on a pedestal, this was close to impossible when being a Grand duchess. There were also guards and maids and people around her 24/7 so as not to embarrass her family, she was prim and proper and stayed as stolid as a royal should be. Her desire to do different things had come to a full stop one day. All she wanted to do was something out of the ordinary, something that normal her wouldn't do. Sneaking out of the palace one dutiful day with a well made disguise, she had gone down to a peasant town. There she had feasted on dirty water, burnt bread, and chicken. It was an odd experience for a girl like her, living in a palace for all of her life. She had done it all but the activity that struck her most was talking to a girl who was a common whore of about her age. After a bit of ale, Anastasia had ended up having sex with her. Considering sex between the same gender was pretty much looked upon as disgusting in this time, the minute Anastasia had finished, she ran off to her palace without looking back. How could she do this? She wanted a bit of freedom and this is what she had done with it? Appalled with herself, she got caught trying to sneak back inside the palace and was sent to her room. She'd soon forget about the girl and tell no one--it was a secret she'd hope would never reveal itself again.
Three months or so later, a child had arrived at the palace. Anastasia's private maid had found out and as soon as she saw the resemblance to Anastasia, she decided cautiously to bring the child immediately to the duchess. Her bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair couldn't be anymore alike to Anastasia's. Anastasia was confused. What was she to do with a child? How did she get one? Maybe it was all a coincidence? Surely having sex with the same gender didn't equal a child so why was this happening? Anastasia wasn't aware of any information for same-sex sex but she knew for a fact two females didn't result in a child. The young girl couldn't keep the baby as well, even it was for her for some odd reason--she had to stay a virgin for a future husband. Virginity at this day in time was flaunted off and was important to any man, especially if she wanted to be married with a man that would allow good alliances for Russia. Already having snuck off and remembering getting caught, Anastasia had planned out a mission to get the child in the hands of those who could take care of her. Going to her head maid whom she trusted so dearly, she had asked her to go to the town and look for someone who seemed loving and caring. Once the maid had gone out, the plan had been set in motion. Wrapped in cloth, the child was left at a doorstep of a random household. A few minutes later, a woman had come outside and saw the big-eyed child. While normally people would just give the child away, the woman had taken the baby as quickly as she could inside and screamed for joy. She had recently been having trouble procreating with her husband, Vladimir, and decided to assume the role of mother to the young child. Noticing her looks were similar to those of the HRH Grand Duchess, she had called her 'Anastasiya'.
The child who was known to be Anastasiya had lived poorly. With barely enough food to last her a day, her mother had made the best of it and spoiled her in any way possible. While one parent was great, Vladimir was quite the opposite. He despised children and if it weren't for his wife, he'd throw Anastasiya out, no questions asked. The beautiful child was subject to abuse and sometimes molestation by her father. Until she turned ten was when it became full frontal rape and while she wanted to tell her mother so bad that it hurt her, she never truly was explained what rape was considering all the girls in the tiny little place where she had lived seemed to enjoy it. Sucking it up and dealing with it, Anastasia had lived with a dark hole in her heart. Planning since she was able to read, she had decided that by eighteen she would attempt to escape with her mother to somewhere far away from Russia.
Anastasiya's first attack began with a harpy. She was walking back home from the local market when it had came at her in a vicious rage. The young blonde was surprised, it wasn't every day you would just see a creature such as this one. Luckily, a satyr was nearby and stopped it from murdering her. These attacks had continued once a year and her fear of going outside began to grow. Nightmares seemed almost too real and then they became night terrors which became full out hallucinations. All she could think about were the attacks. By fifteen, she had enough. Little Anastasiya couldn't take it anymore and packed her stuff to head on her way. There must be someone who could fix her, she thought. Her fears of endangering her mother worried her enough not to bring her--the girl couldn't help but think that Vladimir was going to protect her considering the love the two had showed in front of her. Without Anastasiya to rape and abuse for his own amusement, Vladimir had decided to have it this to his wife instead. He had been doing it for years, it was a routine for him--he couldn't let it go. Anastasiya had left no note, nothing that could trace them back to her and so they assumed her dead or kidnapped. The place they had lived was poor--poverty thrived like a bug that couldn't be squashed and rape was something that happened up against your shack. Her being missing saddened Svetlana but there was nothing she could do. Anastasiya was gone out of her life forever or so she thought...
Anastasiya had soon began her journey around Russia. While this caused for monster attacks to happen more frequently due to not being able to have the comfort of her home to hide away in, she had learned the world through a first hand experienced. It was something only a person who wanted to go around the whole world could dream of. She had worn disguises as not to be found considering many had assumed she was the late duchess--the resemblance was obvious. At first she dodged the monster attacks with ease because there was always a satyr or nymph around. Soon she had met a satyr who told her of her species and all the info on the world of something she knew as ancient Greece. The satyr had tried to take care of her, protect her but she had refused it. Anastasiya soon loved to be alone--being independent was good for her. The weight of her past was gone, she didn't have to worry about her father attacking her anymore. Despite this, she had let the satyr take care of her for a year. By this time, she figured she had understood everything there was to know and didn't need his help so she stole a few of his personal weapons and took the rest of her belongings along with some cash. Sneaking out at night, she was never to be found again by the satyr. Stealing a sword and a bow and arrow from the satyr, she ran off and had decided to attempt to train herself.
One day, she had stopped at a pub in Latvia (She hopped the border from Russia to get there). There she meets two men in a fight. Glasses were broken, blood was spilled. It was all very insane until one of the men had saw her and got distracted. It was no secret that Anastasiya was gorgeous, under the heavy disguises she truly was a masterpiece. That's when the other guy had came in with a right hook and knocked him dead. The commotion had led to many of the customers who had bet that he'd win had cheered while some gave their money away grumpily.
The man who had won the fight had to went to Anastasiya and decided to discuss stuff with her over a few drinks. Knowing that she was a demititan, he had dropped hints that he knew to which she had replied with her hints that she knew that he knew. After a while later, he had let out the bomb that he knew she was a demititan and that because of the fight, he wanted to give her some type of "job". The man had also revealed that he was in fact the god of war, Ares. Ares had explained why he was fighting the man (He had been one of the many mortal men who had gotten with his off and on "girlfriend," Aphrodite.) and that her beauty had caused him to win. He had decided to ask her to accompany her to Poland where someone else seemed to be hitting on the goddess of love. He usually hadn't done this but perhaps she'd stop trying to have sex with other men. The plan had worked out perfectly once the man saw Anastasiya and he was immediately distracted by her beauty--it was intense, perfect in every way. Giving her money as a reward and some CB swords, he had vanished out of her life.
A year later, Ares had talked to her through a dream. At this point she was in Austria serving as a maid for a rich family. She wanted to get to Italy but hadn't had enough money. While she could try to get their illegally, Anastasiya needed a bit more cash anyway so having some money leftover would help her rather than stealing and having more conflicts when trying to get to Italy illegally. This time, Ares had asked her if she wanted a recurring job. Aphrodite had been acting sneaky and going against his back with older men. Irritated, he wanted to basically break up any couples the goddess had set up--he needed a 'homewrecker'. Asking her to meet up at a local cafe near the large villa she had worked in, they debated terms to which she finally accepted. First, she'd have a practice or a trial run. If she could seduce one of the partners which would allow for a broken up couple, then she'd get a reward after the seven trials. The reward would be immortality along with riches that would allow her to enjoy life to the fullest. Despite not having much experience in the art of seduction, she had done wonderfully considering her charisma and charm that could get even a biblethumper to consider fellatio. A few months later which by now she was eighteen, she broke up seven couples with ease. Gaining her immortality and unlimited riches by the eighth broken up couple, she had gone around the world doing her job as a homewrecker. Despite being eighteen, she could easily pass for a twenty-five year old allowing for not only teenagers and young adult couples broken up but also older couples (Similar to a sugar daddy thing, it was your cliche man/woman leaves their partner for a younger woman). As years had gone by and the twentieth century had hit, she decided to change her name to Anastasia Elena Chamberlain to fit in more. Her actual name was not only too complicated to pronounce but it made those question her past way too much once she made it to America (Keep in mind she went all across the world to fulfill this job) (Despite having a thick Russian accent, she was good at making a mean average "American" accent so it hadn't mattered).
While Anastasia loved being young forever, by 2015 she began to question it all. She knew all about the titans and thought about how they were the rightful rulers. Why should their reign be taken away from those silly Gods who used their power for their own disgusting uses. It was selfish, vile. She disliked it all and decided to stop doing the jobs. Her refusal to do it and her thoughts against the Gods had caused him to revoke her status to which she began to age again. It was horrible but she preferred sticking to the titans--she became loyal to them.
Two years later, she had gone to New York where she met the CoO. The people could sense that she was a demititan and they were low on people. Convincing her to join to avenge the titans, she agreed and now she's an official member. The titans may not have justice yet but they will get it soon.