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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Name: Anastasia Acosta<br/>
Age: appears early thirties, approximately ninety-four years old<br/>
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Height: 5,2<br/>
Weight: 58kg<br/>
Personality: Anastasia is well spoken and polite, filled with a quiet determination. Once a novice in the conclave of sorceresses she is now known as one of the most ruthless and esteemed sorceresses out there. A leader by nature, Anastasia is the Director of Globe electronics and is a founding member of the conclave of sorceresses, whilst in a position of power, she has great empathy for the downtrodden and shows deep compassion to those close to her.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">Anastasia looked around the marshy wetlands with a sense of unease and confusion, her mind was blank, she couldn't remember how, nor why she was stood in a swamp. She just knew that there clearly a reason as to why she would be here, she was an important woman, not someone who frequented marshes alone.  So why was she here? Closing her eyes, the woman attempted to recall the last few moments, all she could remember however was standing here. As magically inclined as she was, she was no miracle worker, it would take time for her amnesia to clear. <br/>
For the first time in a very long time, she felt vulnerable. <br/>
She was sure there was a reason for her being here, but as she couldn't remember there was no point dawdling.<br/>
She needed to speak to her fellow sisters of the conclave, if anyone could help restore her lost memories, then it was them, and perhaps shed some light on why she was traipsing swamps. <br/>
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The sorceress followed the sunken footsteps of her heels imprinted into the bog towards a path of sorts, the walk itself felt like forever under the scorching heat, she paused on the path, there was no one visible, and she could only sense one beating heart, but that didn't mean there weren't other creatures out there going undetected, vampires were one such species. Anastasia felt the familiar tingling of magic, an aura on the land, she suspected several reasons for this, Louisiana itself was potent in magic, it was almost everywhere, something, or perhaps someone was bound to this swamp with magic, or in usually the worst case, blood was bound to the land. <br/>
Anastasia was no detective, she didn't have superhuman hearing or any supernatural senses as such, but she could sense dark magic, something had happened here, something bad. And she suspected it could be potentially linked to her memory loss <br/>
"Perhaps a barrier of some sort . . . the wrong person wanders in, they wander out with no memory of what happened?" she questioned to herself, it wasn't the most absurd option.<br/>
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Anastasia refocused her attention back to the living being that she could sense, humanoid, that much she could pick up on. <br/>
The sorceress debated on going towards the person she could sense, or open a portal and get the heck out of there, for all she knew this person was someone bad, someone, that wanted to cause harm. But then, it could also be someone that might understand what was going on the bog, and so she walked on. <br/>
It was only a few more moments that she spotted a woman, clearly someone who was just about ready for walking in a swamp as she was, which wasn't very ready at all. <br/>
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