Sacha
"why would you help me? Even I wouldn't help me."
Likes: peace, the smell of snow.
Dislikes: killing for the most part, and even more so, killing children, women, and honorable people. Hates the smell of blood. Personality: Very duty bound and loyal, he does his job because it's all he knows and he accepts it. Rarely smiles because he has no reason for it. He prefers to be alone and is kind-hearted despite his job. He has a history of punishing himself in order to repent for his sins and acts protectively, even if that in itself is sometimes cruel. Often, he's just going through the motions of life though, appearing dead inside. |
Age: 23ish
Gender: male Species: human Orientation: gay Status: single Occupation: assassin Weapon: a single thin blade that is normally pressed against his forearm and attached with straps, but can retract out over the wrist. Voice: raspy and male, but capable of hitting high notes Appearance: With long limbs and a leanly toned body, he stands about 5'11" tall. His sleek black hair falls to mid-back when down, but more often than not, he wears it tied up high on his head. In certain lights it can appear almost purpleish in tone, but still undoubtedly black. His eyes are bright blue and framed by short, stubby lashes. Clothes are tight fitting and black except for the long buttoned jacket he wears over top. He has a strap on his right arm (inside the jacket) for his blade and also a few faint scars on his back and arms. Bio: His family was murdered when he was around five. The killer then took him in and became his father and teacher. The man taught him to kill and gave him a way of making a living he otherwise wouldn't have. He continues to live with the man and work for him. |