Post by Juen on Jan 11, 2008 18:29:52 GMT -5
All About Me
Username: Maine
Role-playing Experience: Nearly 5 years on forums
Reach-ability: PM is your best bet, but my AIM: juen25 and you can reach me via email: kakashi_garg89@hotmail.com
Birthday: April 25
Basic Character Information
Name: Aleksandr Tartenel, however he goes by the nickname of Sacha.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: He doesn't have a job, his father would not allow it.
Living Area: Larsa Road, number 88.
Family: Father is the Mayor of the city, William Tartenel. His mother passed away when he was small and he has no siblings.
Orientation: Homosexual
Description
General Appearance:Of average height and slight build. He doesn't work out or complete any physical activity beyond swimming laps at his community pool. This has given him a very delicate and lithe shape. He has hazel eyes of a very light shade and his hair was normally blonde but after an unfortunate accident if has become grey in colour. In his early teens a group of bullies placed purple hair dye in his shampoo and after gym class Sacha's hair was in a sorry state.
After some professional help they managed to get it to a grey colour and since then...Sacha has maintained that colour as a reminder.
Height: 5'8"
Personality: Sacha has never been a particularly bold boy. He can be shy and doesn't like to voice his opinion, lest people think poorly of him. His father has always pressured him to agree with the masses so he will do so, even if he disagrees in his heart. He can be silent on the outside but in his head his thoughts are scattered, constantly brewing and wondering.
Likes:
+ Rock music
+ Being invited places
+ Iced Tea [not the store bought stuff, the real tea that's chilled]
+ his stuffed squid, he's had it since he was little
+ Juice
Dislikes:
- Homework
- Waking up early
- Being a virgin [which he is]
- How demanding and controlling his father is
- People thinking he's a prick because of his dad's position
Fears/Wants:
(F) that he'll live his whole life a virgin, alone
(F) the unknown
(W) his father to treat him like an adult instead of a child
(W) someone who respects and loves him
Position:The topic of cyborgs isn't something he talks about. His father feels very strongly on the subject and Sacha doesn't want to judge prematurely. He's met a few cyborgs in school and they're outcasts that he's too afraid to talk to. He refuses to have a position on them until he meets one...but until that time he meekly agrees with people who hate them.
Image Location: Not my image, the artist is Shel-Yang and she does simply amazing pictures and I'm always drawn to her style. Please visit her at her deviant art page: shel-yang.deviantart.com
History:Sacha was born to a loving couple, his father a lawyer at the time of his birth and his mother a school teacher. His mother removed herself from work to take care of her beloved son and for several years he enjoyed the time him and his mother were able to spend together. She didn't have their Androids nanny him, she did everything herself: from playing with him all the way to changing his diapers and bathing him. The family androids were his other playmates and Sacha grew up quite happy. That was until his mother grew ill and his father refused to take her for medical care, for fear that she would become a cyborg. Sacha did not know of his father's refusal to take care of her for over the past few days of her life he was not allowed to see her.
His father, since those days, became very overprotective of him. Cyborg extremists were known to kidnap those in power, or their families, in order to try and get results and it was not his aim to let this happen to his son. He wasn't allowed to go to friend's houses and until he reached high school he was escorted to school by an Android companion. Their household had three. Upon reaching 13 he was allowed to go to and from school on his own, as long as he road his bicycle which would allow him for easy escape if the need arose.
In school Sacha made few friends and when his father became the Mayor it became popular belief that he was quiet because he thought he was above all of his classmates. This was not the case but he was distanced from other students and frequently bullied for being a 'snob'. He doesn't tell his father for fear of switching schools...he doesn't want to fall further in the eye of the other students.
Example
Example: From Red Walk
Braiden slid himself into a seat at the beanery, a vanilla accented latte held firmly in one hand as he pulled out the chair with another. He placed the cup on the table, adjusting the seat properly before resting his bag on the ground beside the chair. He always felt...uncomfortable at times like this. Times when he was carrying a weapon. When he was with his mother or on time off he could pretend that he wasn't a gang member and act normal. But...sadly that luxury was fading quickly. Gang violence had escalated and he had started to wear his pistol all the time...even on Sundays though out of reverence he left it at home when he went to church. All other times...he wore it in a holster strung around his shoulders and under a leather jacket...nestled comfortably under his arm. Well, not so comfortably. Every time he shifted he was reminded of it and the thought that one day he might actually have to kill someone.
He had managed to avoid that somehow over the past couple of years. Involved himself in victimless ventures such as loan retrieval, which was 99% of the time paid back in full by the deadline; gambling, or administering loans to the gamblers...which weren't always paid back; and drug dealing, which was also not something that was naturally violent. Small amounts were key, no big time trades.
But here he was on his lunch break, with a vanilla bean latte by his side and a few hours to himself.