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FULL NAME
None given
BIRTH DATE
None given
AGE
18 (Default); Can play him up to 25
ALIAS
Sasha
PRONOUNS
He/Him
APPEARANCE
As a deer, Sasha looks like this. (Full reference.) As a human, his PB is Jonathan Whitesell, though just take the well-fed and well-groomed down a notch.
He is small, scrawny, perpetually underweight, and easy to blend into a crowd. He dresses in a variety of plain, dark colors and clothes that don't make a strong impression (turtlenecks, slacks, jeans, hoodies, blazers, neutral male clothing — no graphic designs, no strong styles). His most distinctive feature is the soft, fluffy brown hair that hangs over his eyes and around his head, perpetually disheveled and ready to be ruffled.
He is small, scrawny, perpetually underweight, and easy to blend into a crowd. He dresses in a variety of plain, dark colors and clothes that don't make a strong impression (turtlenecks, slacks, jeans, hoodies, blazers, neutral male clothing — no graphic designs, no strong styles). His most distinctive feature is the soft, fluffy brown hair that hangs over his eyes and around his head, perpetually disheveled and ready to be ruffled.
HEIGHT
5'4"
HAIR
Brown and fluffy
BUILD
Small, lithe
EYES
Gray
PERSONALITY
Quiet and observant, achingly raw, paranoid and anxious. Sasha's emotions are not well-regulated and he was deprived of the space to develop them properly as a child. This has left Sasha in a state of perpetual fight or flight, where he is waiting anxiously for the predator to approach and biding his time to flee. Sasha does not know what he feels most of the time and instead is a mimic. If you are happy, he shows himself to be happy too. If you are sad, he performs sadness. He is an excellent mimic but he does not know how to stop.
Underneath the performance, Sasha is hollow and empty and desperate for a normalcy he was never afforded. At his very, very core, Sasha just wants to rest. He wants a home. He wants family. He wants someone to love him. But these are things Sasha is not allowed. Sasha is only allowed violence, blood, and death. Sasha seeks satisfaction through killing. His ambition revolves around bigger and bigger kills. He does not know what else to do if he is not killing.
So, Sasha exists. Waiting for a time, or a person, or something, to change his state of being. He is malleable and desperate but he does not know it. Instead, he sticks to what he knows. Murder. Theft. Playing pretend. Someday, someone will pop his bubble.
Underneath the performance, Sasha is hollow and empty and desperate for a normalcy he was never afforded. At his very, very core, Sasha just wants to rest. He wants a home. He wants family. He wants someone to love him. But these are things Sasha is not allowed. Sasha is only allowed violence, blood, and death. Sasha seeks satisfaction through killing. His ambition revolves around bigger and bigger kills. He does not know what else to do if he is not killing.
So, Sasha exists. Waiting for a time, or a person, or something, to change his state of being. He is malleable and desperate but he does not know it. Instead, he sticks to what he knows. Murder. Theft. Playing pretend. Someday, someone will pop his bubble.
BACKGROUND
FAMILY
Granny, Grandmother; Adopted, Deceased
???, Mentor; Fellow Assassin, Probably Deceased
???, Mentor; Fellow Assassin, Probably Deceased
tl;dr — teen assassin who doesn't know how to person.
Sasha was born in a forest. Sasha was left in a forest. Sasha was found in a forest, buried in the dirt and left to die. An old woman who later became Sasha's grandmother is the one who found him, buried in the outskirts of the forest, drawn in by a fluke, suspicion driving her to dig in the ground until she found the child. She took him home, called the doctor, saved him and kept him. She was a cat, he was a deer, they weren't meant to be family.
But they were and Sasha grew up, always knowing that he wasn't meant to survive and that his existence was sheer luck. She was a baker who taught him her craft and how to use his hands and he was a quiet child, a little too clingy, yet never cried and in fact, had a hard time emoting in general. Always a beat too late with a smile or a laugh, always looking to his grandmother as if to ask was that right? — Sasha didn't know what he felt but he knew how to mimic others and that's what got him through his childhood.
He was seven when his grandmother died. She was already old when she found him, had no family of her own, didn't expect to raise a child and one day — she just didn't wake up. Sasha didn't know what to do. Their village was small, didn't have much in the way of resources, and he was an orphan. So, he fled. At the time, it seemed like his only option.
It's after that that Sasha turned to thievery. Stealing food. Clothes. Whatever he could get his hands on to survive. He had long since abandoned his village, left with just the clothes on his back, disappeared into the night. He went to the closest big city and from there, adapted. He could mimic others so well that he was able to convince his way into warm places to sleep at night. Unfortunately, this is where things went poorly for him.
Sasha, small and alone as he was, trusted the wrong person. A big, burly man (a lion) who invited him in for the night, who initially didn't ping any of Sasha's danger senses (hard to do when they're already on alert all the time). It was while Sasha was sleeping that the man slipped into Sasha's room with — intentions. Looking back, Sasha isn't sure what those intentions actually were. He just knew that he had to run and when he suddenly leapt out of bed, the man attacked him. Sasha was quick though, fast, grabbed the knife that the man had and stabbed him in the throat. Sliced him across the jugular until he was down and Sasha was left, covered in blood, feeling a rage he had never felt before... and a satisfaction.
Sasha's second kill was not self-defense. Armed with a better knife and a goal, he stalked a drunk man leaving a bar one night down an alley and stabbed him in the back, multiple times until the man gurgled and went silent. The satisfaction returned and something else — joy. A glee that Sasha had never experienced before. He was no longer prey, he was predator.
From there, Sasha continued his crimes. Theft was easy but the murder? That took practice. Skill. Planning. He didn't want to get caught. He was also still a child and people couldn't exactly overlook a child wandering around in the middle of the day with no adult supervision. It was getting harder and harder to find victims and Sasha was going mad with it, getting sloppy. But he kept moving, kept traveling to different cities, until — someone found him.
It wasn't the police, no. He received a letter one day, slipped into his backpack, addressing him by name. It described his murders. Complimented him on them even. And offered money and food and a legal identity in exchange for his services. After all, it was hard to find someone his age willing to do the things that this organization did. They were not in the business of raising orphans to be assassins, but if someone had the talent and the right age range for them, why not make an offer? And this was that offer.
Sasha never met the person who gave him the letter, but he did make a contact afterwards. A woman. Older. (Another cat.) She gave him money, she gave him food, set him up with an identity like they said they would. And then she gave him work. Sometimes he'd work alone, sometimes he'd work with an adult and played their child. Either way, he learned quickly what he liked best (knives) and what he did not like (noise). He became efficient and was told he was naturally talented. Praise that he'd never received before came to him from that woman and for a few years, they worked together. She gave him work, gave him guidance, gave him advice, but it was nothing more than professional. She gave him his first knife set and taught him how to hide them along his body. She showed him how to use a gun, just in case. She introduced him to different methods of killing — wires and poison and accidents that weren't accidents.
Then one day, she disappeared.
The jobs still continued to come, but through anonymous sources this time. And the money would always be deposited in his bank account, clean as could be. So, Sasha continued to work. Sometimes it was just a one time mission where he was done in a day. Sometimes he had to go undercover for months at a time until he finally took down his target. Each job was different but each job was satisfying. His life was good. He was — happy?
He did not think about the empty hollowness in his chest.
NOTE: Sasha was originally made as an anthro deer in his nebulous 20s for a D&D campaign. He was a Gloom Stalker Ranger, with Lightfoot Halfling stats.
PERMISSIONS
PROSE OR BRACKETS
Either
BACKTAGGING
Yes!
PHYSICAL AFFECTION
Yes! Sasha craves it.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE
Not good at writing it but fine with doing it.
INJURY/DEATH
PM first
4TH WALLING
No, thanks!
SHIPPING
Yes! Sasha is bisexual with a male preference.
SMUT
Yes! Kinks here.
OOC