Sept 30, 2020 7:58:12 GMT -6
Sasha Pankov You've been bitten by someone's false beliefs... general info
appearance Please put at least one 5 sentence paragraph about what your character looks like. Do they have scars? A weird birthmark? What clothes do they wear? Do they have muscles? personality
abilities Healing [Beginner] Counter Spells [Intermediate] Shield Creation [Advanced] Natural abilities Enhanced taste & Enhanced flexibility Snake Form [Advanced] Sasha is a reptilian familiar who has the ability to shift into a full-grown Black Mamba at will. This highly venomous snake is a little over nine feet long. With a thin, sleek physique it is easy to see how this animal is known for its speed. Sasha can reach speeds up to twelve miles and hour in this form. His speed in tandem with his dangerous bite makes Sasha a foe to be weary of. Venom Excretion [Mastered] Sasha can use this terrifying ability in both human and animal form. This fast-acting neurotoxin is potent to any who have the misfortune of being bitten by Sasha. Unlike other venom, this particular toxin does not cause necrosis of the skin, but rather attacks the nervous system of the chosen prey. Victims will immediately experience pain, blurred vision, nausea and dizziness that rapidly progress to full-body paralysis in less than twenty minutes. If medical treatment is not sought out the person (or animal) will suffer from respiratory failure by the six-hour mark, which is quickly followed by death. backstory There were many fond memories from his childhood; warm summer afternoons by the babbling brook, the laughter of his siblings around the fire, and a mother’s tender hugs. Life was grand before his awakening. "Tag, you're it!" It was a scary thing - becoming a monster during a game of tag. As children, they would pretend to be like one of the scary beasts from the stories their parents would tell before bed, but actually becoming one was horrifying. One minute he was a boy, and the next, a large serpent. He had become the very thing from his nightmares, a scaly beast with long dripping fangs. The young boy cried out for his mother as his newly formed jaws closed around his friend’s arm. At the age of eight, Sasha took his first victim. One bite - just one damn bite, it was enough to end his best friend's life. Guilt would ravage his young mind from that point forward. The lad could not blame the other villagers for shunning him; little good it did to pray to Enki, he was no longer one of his children. He was a monster now, and monsters deserved to die. His father would be the one to do it. A trip to the river would usually mean a fun-filled day of fishing or catching tadpoles in the shallows. Today it was just him and his father; the rest of the family did not join them on this journey. The boy could feel that something was off about his father as they walked along. By now, the older gentleman would have said something; a joke, a russian proverb, or a lecture even, something to bring a smile to his son’s face and pass the time. Today would be different, there was nothing but an eerie silence between them. Once they arrived at their destination, the youngster was told to turn and face the river, his father had a surprise for him. Sasha was leery, but did as he was told. Ever since awakening he’d felt different, a bit more in-tune with his surroundings. The boy could feel that something just was not right. Something bad was about to happen, but his young mind had yet to put the pieces together. He could hear his father shuffling to grab something, then the unmistakable sound of a cocking gun broke through the silence. The noise caused the young boy to jump as a shiver ran up his spine, his blood ran cold. Clutching his shirt, he began to sob. Now, he knew what was about to happen. He’d seen what that gun did to animals they would hunt, it would blow them to bits. Silence. The anticipation nearly drove the lad mad. He stood there for what felt like an eternity before finally turning to face father, only to find that the man was crying and trembling, just as he was. Sasha's father lowered his gun, his gaze soon followed. He could not complete the task set by the village elder. Instead, he would let his son go, but not without a few parting words. “Sasha...” That stern tone, Sasha heard it many times when he was reprimanded. What the boy would give to be punished for getting into a scuffle with his siblings, or for being too picky at supper. “If I ever see your face around here again, I will kill you.” With one powerful push, his father sent him into the river. ---- Years have passed since he was pulled from the rapids by an older, grey haired-gentleman. misc - He absolutely hates sweets. - Sasha is aware that he is a highly dangerous individual. The familiar is afraid of harming those close to him, so he puts up walls made of apathy and hostility to keep would-be friends at an arm's length away, but it's all a bluff. Underneath this tough-guy persona is a lonely man. - Sasha is fluent in Russian and English. - Some sayings/jokes will fly over his head: "What do you mean when pigs fly? Pigs do not fly!" - Don't be surprised if you see him wearing a muzzle. - He'll hiss at you if you piss him off. - Likes warm and dark spaces - His favorite food is rabbit. - Sasha always carries a small amount of antivenom on him, just in case. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Pomeranian (Pom) ☆ RP EXPERIENCE For a few Bork years ☆ TIMEZONE Bork ☆ GENDER Bork ☆ AGE Bork ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a if none ☆ FACE CLAIM YAKUZA, Goro Majima ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO This bitch. DO NOT STEAL. |
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