01-02-2025, 07:07 PM
Age: 21
Origin: Born near the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone
Occupation: Drug Dealer for Zeke
Physical Description: He has a sharp, angular face with dark piercing eyes, framed by dark, tousled hair. He has a pale complexion from his dire lack of sunlight.
Powers: Channeler
Reborn God: Chernobog (Black God) - Slavic
Skill: New
Current: 26
Max: 37
Block: Must have a piece of melted-glass in his hand if he wants to channel. He took the glass from an excursion into the CEZ when he was teenager and believes it is the source of his powers.
Biography:
Sasha was born in a small, isolated village near the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, surrounded by superstition and fear of radiation. His parents barely made ends meet doing odd jobs. As Sasha grew up with the fear and superstition he was curious and explored the CEZ. During one of his excursions he found a shared of glass melded with metal. Shortly after finding it a group of scavengers attacked him but some how he survived. That is when he began to believe that the shared was powerful.
Sasha was always an outcast even his parents hadn't fully understood his desires. Fire was just a means of feeling something. Everything was always dull and felt broken if he didn't feel the heat of the fire.
When Sasha was 10 he started a fire in his bathroom that quickly got out of control. It set the whole building ablaze and many people, including his parents died in the fire.
After his parents died in a fire the other villagers chased him out of town with fire and stones. Sasha had never trusted people before, but now that distrust grew to untold heights.
Sasha fled into the CEZ to try to find a place to stay, but after he soon left and wandered the country side taking odd jobs here and there like his parents and moving on when people began to look at him differently.
Sasha made his way to Moscow eventually and there he found a home in the tunnels of the Great City. He worked whatever jobs he could get.
At first it started out as running errands, and then as he got a feel for the city itself he started peddling whatever anyone was willing to let him sell. Sasha didn't run with any one crowd in the beginning. It wasn't until he found The Angel of the Undercity on the advice of one of the older kids he'd met. Raffe was a friend, but they weren't extremely close. Sasha never really got close to anyone, his distrust of people from his childhood still never really overcome.
Sasha started working for Zeke exclusively peddling whatever was hottest on the market at the time. His numbers had always been good, and he never sampled the goods. His own proclivities relying on the flame within rather than numbing or stimming his senses.
Sasha's clientele wasn't the high end or even the less fortunate, he sold to middle class moms and dads who thought they were better than he was but never had any problem buying from him -- some kid who their kids didn't know. He was good at the job and made enough money to stay off the street, but he preferred the comforts of the tunnels -- the anonymity of it all.
Sasha was there the day strange dark creatures tore through their camp ripping through tents and people alike. He watched from a crevice where he liked to hide as a group of people came flooding in. They killed the creatures and the people who had been ravaged and then cleansed the place with fire. He knew one face -- everyone knew that face, but his was not the face that stuck with him as he fled the underground city with the rest.
Sasha ran with the others afraid of the people and the fire. He stayed in the church with the others for a while but sought to comfort of the tunnels again. But before he could find an entrance he was way laid by a group of thugs wearing track suits. He didn't have anything of importance on him just the shared. And when they tried to take it from him a burst of violent energy emanated from his hands. The blast leveled the warehouses around them.
Sasha ran.
Weeks later he was on death's door. A fever so high he could barely think. He'd found a safe place in an abandoned warehouse where he could curl up and die, but after a week of hell Sasha felt fine, like nothing had happened.
Weeks later a man came after him in his hidey-hole. The man had followed him there and when he came at him with a gun pointed Sasha panicked grabbing on to the shard and asking for its protection once again. Flames engulfed the man and he screamed.
Sasha ran again and again a few weeks later Sasha was on death's door. And once again he recovered, though he felt like he was sick longer.
A month later, a woman approached him looking to score. He sold her a small quantity before she had him backed into an alley and a knife at his throat. Sasha fumbled the shard in his hand and it fell to the ground. He heard a tiny crack and he reached into the madness and anger and pushed the woman away with a fiery hand and roared in fury.
Sasha bent down and picked up the fragile shard and scurried away before the woman could recover.
Sasha ran again, this time he ran to the church to find safe haven. Why were these people chasing him, trying to kill him. What had he done to them?
Origin: Born near the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone
Occupation: Drug Dealer for Zeke
Physical Description: He has a sharp, angular face with dark piercing eyes, framed by dark, tousled hair. He has a pale complexion from his dire lack of sunlight.
Powers: Channeler
Reborn God: Chernobog (Black God) - Slavic
Skill: New
Current: 26
Max: 37
Block: Must have a piece of melted-glass in his hand if he wants to channel. He took the glass from an excursion into the CEZ when he was teenager and believes it is the source of his powers.
Biography:
Sasha was born in a small, isolated village near the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, surrounded by superstition and fear of radiation. His parents barely made ends meet doing odd jobs. As Sasha grew up with the fear and superstition he was curious and explored the CEZ. During one of his excursions he found a shared of glass melded with metal. Shortly after finding it a group of scavengers attacked him but some how he survived. That is when he began to believe that the shared was powerful.
Sasha was always an outcast even his parents hadn't fully understood his desires. Fire was just a means of feeling something. Everything was always dull and felt broken if he didn't feel the heat of the fire.
When Sasha was 10 he started a fire in his bathroom that quickly got out of control. It set the whole building ablaze and many people, including his parents died in the fire.
After his parents died in a fire the other villagers chased him out of town with fire and stones. Sasha had never trusted people before, but now that distrust grew to untold heights.
Sasha fled into the CEZ to try to find a place to stay, but after he soon left and wandered the country side taking odd jobs here and there like his parents and moving on when people began to look at him differently.
Sasha made his way to Moscow eventually and there he found a home in the tunnels of the Great City. He worked whatever jobs he could get.
At first it started out as running errands, and then as he got a feel for the city itself he started peddling whatever anyone was willing to let him sell. Sasha didn't run with any one crowd in the beginning. It wasn't until he found The Angel of the Undercity on the advice of one of the older kids he'd met. Raffe was a friend, but they weren't extremely close. Sasha never really got close to anyone, his distrust of people from his childhood still never really overcome.
Sasha started working for Zeke exclusively peddling whatever was hottest on the market at the time. His numbers had always been good, and he never sampled the goods. His own proclivities relying on the flame within rather than numbing or stimming his senses.
Sasha's clientele wasn't the high end or even the less fortunate, he sold to middle class moms and dads who thought they were better than he was but never had any problem buying from him -- some kid who their kids didn't know. He was good at the job and made enough money to stay off the street, but he preferred the comforts of the tunnels -- the anonymity of it all.
Sasha was there the day strange dark creatures tore through their camp ripping through tents and people alike. He watched from a crevice where he liked to hide as a group of people came flooding in. They killed the creatures and the people who had been ravaged and then cleansed the place with fire. He knew one face -- everyone knew that face, but his was not the face that stuck with him as he fled the underground city with the rest.
Sasha ran with the others afraid of the people and the fire. He stayed in the church with the others for a while but sought to comfort of the tunnels again. But before he could find an entrance he was way laid by a group of thugs wearing track suits. He didn't have anything of importance on him just the shared. And when they tried to take it from him a burst of violent energy emanated from his hands. The blast leveled the warehouses around them.
Sasha ran.
Weeks later he was on death's door. A fever so high he could barely think. He'd found a safe place in an abandoned warehouse where he could curl up and die, but after a week of hell Sasha felt fine, like nothing had happened.
Weeks later a man came after him in his hidey-hole. The man had followed him there and when he came at him with a gun pointed Sasha panicked grabbing on to the shard and asking for its protection once again. Flames engulfed the man and he screamed.
Sasha ran again and again a few weeks later Sasha was on death's door. And once again he recovered, though he felt like he was sick longer.
A month later, a woman approached him looking to score. He sold her a small quantity before she had him backed into an alley and a knife at his throat. Sasha fumbled the shard in his hand and it fell to the ground. He heard a tiny crack and he reached into the madness and anger and pushed the woman away with a fiery hand and roared in fury.
Sasha bent down and picked up the fragile shard and scurried away before the woman could recover.
Sasha ran again, this time he ran to the church to find safe haven. Why were these people chasing him, trying to kill him. What had he done to them?