| Sasha |
[20 Sep 2008|12:18am] |
IC Info
Character Name: Sasha
Aliases: Pride, Vanity, Lust, Spiritus Sancti (Holy Ghost), Alexander (unknown to Sasha)
Birthdate: February 14, 1004
Hunter-net Alias: NA
Occupation: Lord only knows how he got it in the first place. Victims. Good investments. Inheritance. All Sasha knows is that when he got himself a new apartment, a letter came to him from the bank. Fancy envelope saying that his family's account was still in tact and being handled by the bank manager herself. He has money enough to see him be comfortable. That's all he cares about.
Currently, Sasha holds no job. Doesn't really particularly understand the point, if he's got the money he needs.
Current Residence: A small, but nice one bedroom apartment.
Appearance: Sasha has adapted quite well to the modern age. Once he woke up and discovered it was there, anyway. He tends toward the more gothic/rivet head side of attire. Liking to wear all black and do strange things to his hair. He'll wear almost anything he finds if he likes it enough and considers it pretty. Generally speaking, he keeps himself clean, as he can't stand things being dirty. He doesn't like anything to smell funky, let alone himself, so he showers more than once a day.
Sasha's hair is actually short and grayish in color, but he changes it so much and uses so much dye and extensions that it's difficult to say what it really looks like at times. His eyes are a pale shade very close to his hair color, but only Sasha knows his true eye color, and he might not even be able to tell you that.
Embrace: Long, long ago on a day that Sasha can't remember, in a year he couldn't have named even back then, he'd been held in a small cell. He remembered how dark it was, and at times he can recall the scent of moisture. He was twenty then. That much he knows, now. He was being held for being a raving madman, ready to be put to death for many crimes, none of which he'd actually had anything to do with, and some of which weren't actually crimes.
His insane raving in captivity caught the ears of a passing stranger. A stranger who spent enough time listening to know the name of the boy and a few key details.
She visited, claiming to be the boy's aunt. Telling them details that only a family member would know, so they thought. Sasha didn't recognize her, but who could believe a lunatic when they screamed out that a stranger was in the cell with them?
The stranger embraced Sasha without telling him who she was, or what the gift was that she was about to bestow. After a week of visits, teaching him little things, she was gone.
A week after that, so was Sasha.
Clan: Malkavian Antitribu
Generation: Fifth
Position: It is rumored that Sasha worked for the Prince of the city before he went into Torpor. Sasha himself remembers nothing of this, and can't even say if the Prince now is the same person it was before he Slept. Currently he holds no position, and doesn't particularly want to.
Abilities / Skills: Sasha is a seer. It may be what attracted his sire, but only she knows. Since he woke up from Torpor, he hasn't been able to kick start this ability again, whether because he subconsciously doesn't want to, or because it's remained dormant with him so long that he needs help, is unknown. Either way, he doesn't have access to it, but it doesn't bother him very much.
He's quite skilled in many different kinds of art, and is a master violinist (though he'd swear he never took lessons).
Flaws:
Nightmares
New Arrival ( You are very new in town, and have no concept of the city's current events, politics, and history.)
Infectious. (You spread insanity with the Kiss. Your prey gets a temporary Derangement for a week.)
Merits:
Immaculate Aura (Your aura does not give away your insanity.)
Disciplines:
Dementation 4
Incubus Passion: Greatly amplify emotions present in a victim
Passion: Amplify or dull emotions present in the victim, increasing the difficulty of frenzy, Virtue, and other rolls
The Haunting : Inflict maddening visions upon a victim
Eyes of Chaos : Gain insight into the nature of something through seemingly random patterns
Confusion: Make someone wander around in a daze
Silence the Sane Mind: Suppress part of the victim's mind, making them confused, enraged, catatonic, etc.
Voice of Madness: Provoke extreme fear or anger in victims
Total Insanity : Give someone five temporary derangements
Presence 2
Awe : Make your words seem interesting and reasonable to those who hear you
Dread Gaze: Frighten someone with a look
Entrancement: Make someone obsessively want to please you
Obfuscate 3
Cloak of Shadows : Remain hidden so long as you do not move
Unseen Presence: Become invisible to others so long as you do not attract attention
Mask of a Thousand Faces : Change your appearance and mannerisms to mimic someone else
Derangements:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Multiple Personality Disorder (Dormant.)
Reality is Slipping (One's hold on reality is founded on how recently they have fed) (I have a chart for this)
Background: Sasha was born under the name of Alexander in the year 1004. His mother knew from the start that there wasn't something right about him. She always felt ill at ease around her boy, even if she made sure to never let on to her friends or family. When they were alone together, she would place him in his room and leave him there, retreating to the corner of the house furthest away from him.
It never seemed odd to him, as he never was allowed to play with other children, so he had no idea how parents were supposed to act toward their kids. He accepted it as normal and went with the flow of it. Loving his mother when there were other people around, appearing to be the perfect son, and then letting her ignore him when they were alone. She seemed happiest that way, and what made his mother happy, made Sasha happy.
Near his fifth birthday he started having horrible dreams, nightmares, even night terrors. Even worse, they started coming true. His mother became more afraid of him after he woke one morning and told her how his father was going to die, and hours later a messenger appeared to give the grave news. He could predict it, with his dreams. She kept it quiet. She knew what the people of their village would do to him if they found out. As much as she feared him, she didn't want her son to die.
Things only got worse. The visions started coming when Sasha was awake. At times, he would look at a person and know something about their future. It never worked out well when he attempted to tell them. They always ran from him, afraid.
Sasha neared his sixteenth birthday, an outcast in his village and several nearby. His visions weren't all they were afraid of. Sasha's strange hair and matching eye color grated on them. They wanted him dead, but they could do nothing. By law he'd done nothing wrong.
It was a gypsy girl that gave him the name Sasha. An endearment in her language for the name Alexander. She loved him for his oddities, for his abilities. She tried to help him. He convinced her to stay behind when her family moved on, so he could have some kind of companionship. She lasted six months before she was found dead, torn to bits, with Sasha sitting over her, blood smeared on his arms and face. He himself couldn't tell what had happened, so they took him, finally able to be rid of him, and locked him away.
He stayed locked up for four years before his sire visited him. All the while descending more and more into lunacy. Screaming through the night. Biting himself and anybody who would come near. Trying to tell people their futures, and when rebuffed, becoming extremely violent. By the time the stranger visited him, all he knew of himself was the name Sasha. He remembered none of his life before the cell. He couldn't recall his mother, his father, or the gypsy girl. Often times he would spend hours screaming out his own name and nothing else.
After his Embrace, Sasha became quiet. His brain cleared up some. The insanity felt deeper rooted, and yet, he could see what was real and what was not. He could tell the difference between what he wanted things to be and how they really were. Something he hadn't been able to do for years. He felt calm. Capable. His sire told him very little of what he needed to know. Only giving him the basics of his abilities and what he needed to do to survive. She was gone before he could even think to ask her for a name.
A week passed in which Sasha got used to his new abilities. Where he became able to glean a little bit of his life before all this. Names were lost to him, faces utterly gone, but events, oh, events came to him clearly. He recalled actually killing the beautiful gypsy girl, he remembered their conversation previous. How she was dying. How she wanted to be a part of Sasha forever. How he'd agreed, killed her and then found himself encased in sorrow. How at first he had thought to try to find the illness inside of her and dig it out so that he could eat it and die too, and then how he'd gotten caught up in the blood and the gore, eating everything he could manage to. How he'd been caught.
And then the years in confinement.
Sasha decided he didn't want any more of it. The next time the guard came in to feed him, Sasha slaughtered the man and made his escape.
Ten years of wandering, doing what he could to live, and living in the darkness of deep forests. He had no idea that there were others out there like him until they came for him. Finding him by feel. At first they'd thought to kill him, noting his feral appearance and his inability to recognize others of his kind. A sudden bit of information that Sasha never did discover the nature of had them changing their minds. He was taken in to be taught.
They trained him in all ways vampire. In turn, they used his seeing ability to their own gain. Sasha didn't care. He had fantastic new abilities that he hadn't known about, and they were feeding him. He worked for them in exchange for their help, not knowing that they didn't care about him as a person. He had no idea about those that he'd fallen in with.
The years flew by and he was passed from Prince to Prince like an object. The divine right of the vampire taking the role of Prince. In his 500th year, Sasha snapped. Nobody who was there at that moment is alive to explain what happened, and the memory is long lost in Sasha's mind. But that night he lost the identity of Sasha and became three. They called themselves Pride, Vanity, and Lust. Names that could just as easily describe himself as it could all of those around him. The personalities would work in tandem as well as separately. Coming from his throat as three distinct voices, one of them - Pride - being female.
The Prince's toy was put away for a long while after that. Hidden in different places to keep him from the general vampire public. He was a rumor, and nothing more. A legend. His visions took on eerie qualities, delving deeply into the heart and soul of the asker so much so that the askers became fewer and fewer. They underwent a special sort of torture in the name of their need, so the seer was only asked questions when situations were dire. It always seemed to those who met him that Sasha enjoyed the torment he inflicted on others. He appeared to them to be gleeful at their pain.
Eventually he was set up in a lavish place, locked down incredibly tight. Only one person ever had a key at a time, and every year the locks were changed to assure that nobody would have copies. They gave him books, instruments, art supplies, anything he requested. They had vampires go in to teach him new things as he wished it. Anything to keep him happy, and to keep those nearest him safe.
Just as suddenly as it happened, two hundred years later, the split reversed itself. Pride, Vanity and Lust vanished and Sasha became whole again. Only now with a serious stigma hanging over his head. He was placed back into service and allowed back into public, but not without a keeper. Because of his actions, his attitude, and his strange presence (both physical and otherwise), and alluding to his value to whomever owned him, he became known as Spiritus Sancti (the Holy Ghost). His name, it seemed, was lost to the outside world forever. Only he knew it, and he wasn't sharing.
Much of his life previous to becoming a vampire was completely gone for him. He no longer even recalled the Gypsy girl or the name Alexander. He couldn't remember his father at all, and had only a vague shadowy shape in the place of his mother. Even the stranger who Embraced him was starting to lose clarity in his head. The only thing he could remember of her was her scent. A strong smell of orchids.
In 1850, Sasha decided it was time to go into Torpor. He had no desire to be a servant of anybody else any longer, and he was tired. Then to top it off, many of the younger generations were becoming the sort of vampire that he could not stand. It seemed very much like the best idea for him to do.
The year is 2007. Sasha has finally woken up from his long slumber. Slightly confused at first, but fascinated by all the new things around him. It didn't take him long to fit into the new world, stricken with chaos as it was. Strange things, strange people. He took to it immediately.
His desires now float around finding companionship, or at least a like mind. And shiny clothing. Also, staying away from those who would seek to sample his blood is high on his list of priorities.
Personality: Sasha is a confusing individual on the best of days. He has the things that he likes and doesn't like, and for the most part they at least follow a theme. But they can change at any time, and something he was raving about the day before, he might completely ignore today. He is very clearly quite insane, and always has been, from what anybody understands, even before he was turned. His Embrace might have made him more sane, actually.
His inability to remember certain things can be attributed to Sasha's inability to at times tell reality from fantasy. It could also be noted that sometimes he just doesn't feel like remembering things.
Played By: Perish
Writing Sample #1: He was pretty sure that it didn't happen like this when other people fed. Pretty sure. He'd never thought to ask, though, so he couldn't be absolutely certain. From what he'd seen, they fed, the prey wandered away or was left and that was the end of it. When Sasha fed though... they went mad.
Maybe that was a part of why he fed so often. He really enjoyed seeing what people would do when he was done with them. No two were ever the same. Like snowflakes. But it was always instantaneous. The moment the wound was healed, something snapped in them. They were no longer mesmerised and suddenly insane.
He really liked the ones that started screaming. Sure they called attention, but it was so much fun. Or the ones that started biting themselves. Those ones were equally amusing. That's what this one was doing right now. He'd let her go and she'd sat down right on the spot and started gnawing on her own hand. She was bloody, and really Sasha should have left, but she could be sitting there for a whole week, gnawing on that same spot of flesh. He wondered if she'd get to the bone. That'd be good fun.
Writing Sample #2: New things. New toys. New people. New vampires. What wasn't to love about the new world? Sasha could think of a few things, sure. Those pesky low generation fools who kept hunting him, and the cars. (A new thing he'd learned about) Those cars were loud and stinky and obnoxious. And slightly painful at times.
Everything was so shiny. There was so much to explore. How many vampires could say they had something new to look at? Spending 300 years in Torpor had paid off. Definitely. He'd even managed to lose contact with that pesky seeing ability. Maybe he'd try to get it back later, or maybe he'd just leave it gone. For now it was nice to not have visions all the time.
New. Everything was new. So much progress had been made. Especially in clothing. Sasha wanted to find whoever thought of making PVC into clothing and give them a great big kiss.
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