Stasya Farhlen

Stasya Farhlen

Species: Human - Old Soul
Soulmate: Unknown
Age: 18
Looks: A soft yawn drifted intothe chilled air as Stasya lifted the light brown comforter and swung her legs off the bed. Her small feet slid into the fuzzy slippers as she rose from the mattress, her white nightgown flowing about her petite form. She crossed theroom, her slender fingers wrapping around the doorknob as she pulled the closet door open. Eyes the shade of evergreens swept over the gathered clothing, thenshe drew forth her outfit. The nightgown was lifted, her sun-kissed skin exposed to the chill in the room for a brief moment. She quickly dressed,throwing on a baggy white t-shirt and dark jeans over her undergarments. She turned to face the full body mirror placed in her room, studying her reflection by the sunlight streaming in through the window. Her slender fingers brushed through the silken locks of her wavy brown hair, cut short. Her ancient eyes gazed back at her in the mirror. Stasya wrinkled her small freckled nose as she made a face, she looked like a lil doll. A soft sigh escaped her rosy lips as she sat back down on the bed, removing her feet from the slippers then pulling on a pair of socks then laced the white pair of well worn sketchers. Her purple backpack was lifted off the wooden floor, slung over one shoulder. The clock flashed 6:45 as she departed from her room, ready to meet the day.
Known Family:Parents: Richard and Penny Farhlen (both deceased) Stasya was orphaned November 9, 1987, due to her parents deaths. She does not know of any other relatives.

More Information (History):
Dark green eyes gazed out into the darkness beyond the glass of the girl's bedroom window. Slender fingers reached up, lightly touching the surface of her forehead as she lowered her eyes. Another dream. Another nightmare. Stasya's mind reeled at the intensity of the dream, at how real it had felt. Teeth ripping into her flesh as the shifter crouched above her, intent upon its prey. Different lives. Different times. Yet she saw herself, or a young woman quite like herself, in those nightmares. And she believed it, no matter how strange it may sound, that it was indeed herself. And those nightmares had once been reality. She felt provoked, driven to protect others from what she herself had not escaped. There was a darkness out there, lurking in the night, a evil that cared not whom it harmed in its path. She slipped out of the bed, sliding her fuzzy slippers onto her cold feet. Her fingers were brushed through her short wavy brown locks of hair as she made her way down the hallway. Her eyes gazed into the rooms, where the smaller children slept. This is where she had grown, this orphanage, and now this was where she worked and lived. Her parent's had died in some freak wolf attack when she was a young child. Thats when the nightmares had started. One perhaps every month. Now they plagued her every night. She needed to remember what she could not. Like the pieces of a puzzle, she needed the rest to complete the whole picture. All she had known was that in some other life, she had been murdered by an animal that nature had not created, something evil. In another life, she recalled glimpses of being on a hunt, striving to destroy the different predators with weapons of wood. She watched the children for a bit more then drifted back to her own room. The closet door was quietly pulled open as she retrived an item. Her fingers carressed the glossy surface of the japenese oak staff with a fire hardened point. It was identical to the one from her dream. And it felt... familiar in the palm of her hand. Perhaps it was time to do something about this darkness now. To seek out others to help her, by teaching her and by guiding her to the pathway in which she may aid them...

Stasya is an old soul on the brink of remembering. In past lives she has been tormented by the members of the Night World without realizing who they were. In this life, her parents had been murdered by rogue shape shifters. The pieces of the puzzle are coming together and using the skills of being a vampire hunter in a past life time, she is intent on guarding the children she watches over from this darkness. Although she realizes it not at the moment, she is sided with Circle Daybreak's cause in guarding the Wild Powers.