Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Oct 16, 2009 18:37:06 GMT -5
Name: Sasha Koslov
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: Chickadee
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: Chickadee
Appearance:
Human: Sasha is awkwardly tall for his age, standing a good six foot one. Even so, he has a healthy amount of muscle that takes away from the ungainliness, and his habit of slouching takes away some of the height. He has vibrant ice-blue eyes and extremely dark, almost black hair, which seems even darker when put against his pale complexion. Everything but his face is usually hidden by dark, baggy clothing, namely hoodies and black or gray pants. His hoodies tend to have designs on them, but rarely are they bright or attention-grabbing. His face is pretty, almost femininely so, but he actually wears the hoods up to help hide his expression. His shifter tattoo, bright orange in color, is right above his hip.
Animal: As a chickadee, Sasha is quite tiny, and very light. His feathers are a beautiful blue-gray, and have somewhat of a metallic sheen. His beady black eyes are framed by the typical black markings of a chickadee. His belly is covered in soft, cream feathers, contrasting with the snow white of his face. Though he looks harmless and even cute, his thin gray claws are tipped with small, sharp claws.
Personality:
Sasha is a very, very quiet person. Most of the time, he can be found staring blankly at the ground and completely silent, wrapped up in his own thoughts. He never starts a conversation on his own volition, and when someone starts one with him, he'll stutter out quiet, mumbled answers. His prominent stutter seems to have caused a heavy blow to his self esteem, and as a result, he's horrible with social situations.
That's not to say he's unfriendly. If someone was to persistently interact with him, and refrain from hurting his already fragile feelings, they would find that he's quite willing to talk. He desperately wants friends, but seeing as most people at his old school ignored or mocked him, he's resigned himself to a life of loneliness. (He's so used to this idea that anyone making an effort to be his friend would be an honest shock.)
Without the feelings of inferiority and insecurity, and fear of ridicule, Sasha would be a very different person. At home, where he can freely be himself, he's much more expressive and talkative. He reactions, be they surprise, anger, or delight, are always strong, to the point it's almost exaggerated. He also has a wicked sarcastic streak, honed over years of conversation with his parents. He's always a genuine, honest person, and is easily offended when someone accuses him of lying.
All in all, he's a sensitive, emotional, insecure kid, so if you're going to play with him, play nice.
History:
Sasha's parents were previously Russian citizens that moved to the United States once they decided to start a family. They spoke nothing but Russian to Sasha for the first five years of his life, though they started speaking heavily accented English once he started school. As a result, he grew up on two languages.Sample:
As a child, Sasha was almost constantly ridiculed by the children in his class. He was particularly short compared to everyone else, and on top of that, he had a strange accent. From this ridicule, he developed a debilitating stutter, though it gradually grew much better with encouragement from his parents. Most of the teasing stopped when he started getting growth spurts in middle school, as he started towering over the other boys in no time at all. Even so, the damage had already been done, and Sasha remains extremely sensitive to comments about his accent or stutter.
When Sasha was around nine or ten, he got caught in a riptide at the beach. His father recovered him quickly and returned him to dry land, but Sasha was still extremely shaken by the experience. To this day, he remains deathly afraid of the ocean, and refuses to go anywhere near the crashing waves. (Also, because of this, he's never learned how to swim.)
Recently, his parents decided to move further out into the suburbs, bringing about a welcome change in scenery. Sasha switched into the local high school, and is a bit apprehensive of the current students. All of his other schools were in the same town he grew up in, and as such had the same kids. Over time, they went from openly mocking him to flat out ignoring him. He would rarely utter more than twenty words a day at the school building, and fears that it will be the same for Shelpey.
Sasha stood in the middle of his front yard, his bright blue eyes focused intently on the overcast sky. All around him were little white flakes of snow, drifting slowly to the ground in a whimsical flurry. The young man held his hands, palms up, towards the sky, and watched as the delicate ice crystals danced closer and closer to his open hands. The second any of the flakes touched his gloves, they melted into little dark spots on the fabric. Some of the snow landed on his dark hair instead, frosting his bangs with an icy white fringe. A faint but happy smile graced his pale face, and he stood like that for quite some time.Other:
"Sasha, please come inside! I'm almost done making lunch!"
Breaking his gaze from the monochrome sky, Sasha turned to face the source of the sudden interruption. His mother stood at the door, giving him a slightly exasperated expression. She beckoned him in with a wave of her hand, silently urging him to come in from the cold. With that, she turned and walked back towards the kitchen. Afterward, the boy slowly crunched his way up to the porch, removing his winter clothing once he was inside. After dropping his scarf into the dripping, but neat pile near the door, Sasha rubbed his thinly clothed arms and walked into the warmer depths of the house.
He can speak both Russian and English fluently, though he only stutters when speaking English.
He absolutely adores winter, and loves to play in the snow.
His stutter gets significantly worse when he's pressured or nervous.
He hasn't told his parents about his sexuality. He's afraid to ask anyone out because of what his parents might think.
((Changed a LOT. What do you think?))