Post by SASHA KLEIN on Jan 24, 2013 14:13:53 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #E5E5E5; padding-bottom: 5px;] #066 Sasha, L. Klein  ✘ AGE Twenty ✘ GENDER Female ✘ SEXUALITY Pansexual ✘ APPEARANCE Not the most feminine girl around, Sasha stands at 5’6”, a little shorter than most females in her family. Her body is slender, lightly toned from her years spent at home, mainly with her father. She has pale skin, not exactly the type of girl who liked to tan, mostly unblemished say for a scar or two on random areas of her body, the most prominent one located beneath her right ear and down the side of her neck to where she shoulder and neck meet. Her hair is midnight black, with a slight blue tint that makes it look navy blue, recently chopped short and matching dark eyes. ✘ FACE CLAIM [color=000000]✔[/color] Shin Megami Tensei: PERSONA 4 - Shirogane Naoto - Sasha Klein✘ PERSONALITY Sasha has a rather… odd personality. One that has similarities to both her father and mother but some traits that are all her own. To begin with, Sasha is a very reserved and private person. She tends to keep everything bottled up when she’s around people, whether she trusts them or not. Unlike her father though, she doesn’t hide behind a mask of neutrality and fake pleasantries. She’s witty and sarcastic, quick to insult anyone she deems of lower intelligence then herself. Of course, she has her charms. She can be polite and respectful, but only to the people she respects, the ones who have earned such admiration from a women as head strong as she is. She’s got her mothers Irish temper and her father’s strong Russian will, making her a rather formidable foe for anyone. Her one down fall is her minor masochistic tendencies. Sasha is a perfectionist. Everything she does has to be at the top of her standards or she disappoints herself and her family. Pain is almost always her punishment. As time went n though, she found herself looking forward to such punishments. But, there is always a positive to every negative. Its rare but once people get past her jagged nature and insulting sneer, Sasha does have a softer, kinder side. The only time it shows though is usually around her mother or someone she really, really cares about which are quite few in numbers. ✘ LIKES
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✘ POSSESSIONS Currently the only things Sasha owns are her clothing, consisting of a simple pair of black and navy blue plaid pants, black ankle high boots and a black tank top, which is beneath a white button-up long sleeve shirt and a simple black and navy coat with a secret inner pocket she keeps a small journal in. She figures the more cloths the better, in case the fabric could be used for anything. She wears a pair of thick leather gloves, a habit she picked up from her father, a navy page-boy hat and her father’s 15 inch hunting knife. ✘ HISTORYTo many, Sasha’s life seemed quite complicated. Truthfully, for her, is wasn’t. She was the only child her mother managed to bare and, even though her father wanted a strong son to pass on his lineage too, Sasha became a good substitute. Even as a child she showed strong characteristics of the past culture her father was so proud of. The Russians, she believed he called them. After the wars though, such separation in culture was almost gone, the lines had blurred but not for her father, Krause. No, he still remembered. And he taught her all about it. He was a military man, disciplined and almost cruel but Sasha looked up to him, wanted to be like him. And he would grant her this wish at a cost. It would be a painful road but she was far too committed to just back down because of a silly thing like pain. It all started when she was eight years old. Survival and military training, handling guns and knives. It had been more than one occasion in the following ten years that she wanted to quit. A broken bone here, a scar there, but she never did. Sasha proved to be much more durable the Krause expected. He was, dare she say, proud. Her training went along smoothly enough till she was well on her way to his level, though he always thought her personality left something to be desired. She was a strong women, not likely taken advantage of, and she had absorbed everything he had to teach her. But, for her, it was almost like it wasn’t enough. Sadly, their time together was cut short. Her father was murdered. Why, she wasn’t sure. She knew who and she wanted revenge. But, she had to be careful. She needed to plan and be patient, no matter how much she wanted to just go out and do it. The man she was after had been an enemy of her fathers for a long time. Why? Sasha never knew. Krause never told her such secrets and she honestly didn’t care at this point. He was a powerful man and Sasha was going to take him down. Four years of planning went by when she was finally ready. Knew what would become of her but she didn’t care. By time the night was ended and she was hauled off in chains, a lot of people had died. One man, they found strung up by meat hooks and mangled with a word carved in his chest: “Ubiytsa”. Murderer in Russian. The real story begins here, her life sentence on The Gallows. |
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