Anya Ryder

♥ Character Name: Anya Ryder

♥ Age: 26

♥ Sex: Female

♥ Species: Human

♥ Occupation: Waitress

♥ Faceclaim(optional): Felicity Jones (see image above)

• Good at speaking to crowds
• Very intelligent
• Extremely compassionate and loyal to her friends

• Suffers form Asperger's Syndrome and Major Depressive Disorder
• Extremely hot-tempered and rash
• Horrible at one-on-one interaction with people she doesn't know
• Often cares too much about trivial things.
• Extremely physically weak
• Cynical about the world at large and humanity in particular.
  

Caring to the point of excess, Anya has often been called "overly emotional" and "loyal to a fault". Cynical about the universe, and particularly humanity, she's quick to assume the worst of most people. But once you've gained her trust and loyalty, she will defend you to the ends of the earth.





Bullied in school, Anya didn't have many friends growing up. She became disenchanted with the concept of "friends" and with people in general at a young age, and as such, the few who have broken through her shell and proven to care about her despite her flaws have earned a fierce guardian and friend for life. It wasn't until later in life that she was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and Major Depressive Disorder, which were major contributors to her anti-social tendencies. She discovered her love of acting shortly after, discovering that when immersed in a character, her anxieties and quirks fade to the background and allow her to be, for a short time, "normal".

As an adult, she works as a waitress trying to get by on her own. She also is very active in the pro-monster movement, staging counter-protests to the anti-monster movements. She uses her acting skills during these displays, immersing herself in a self-made 'character' of a crusader for peace, allowing her to stand up to the bullies who once would have left her cowering.





Anya glared at the mass gathering in front of city hall. "God Hates Monsters", the signs said. That was just wrong. She wasn't sure she believed in God, but she knew the Christian Lord was about peace and love, not hate.


Hefting her own sign ("Monsters are people too!") she looked around at the scant few counter-protesters who had joined her. "Don't let them discourage you," she called to the small group around her. "They're just bullies who don't know how their own religion works." She looked over in time to catch a withering glare from one of the hate-mongers and did her best not to shrink in defeat, instead matching the glare with one of her own. "We will not be intimidated!" she yelled, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt.