#SashaBio

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Name: Sasha Rasmus Markus

Meaning of Name:  Sasha: Helper of mankind, Defender. Rasmus: Blessed. Markus: Of Mars, Warlike, God of War.

Nickname(s):  Sass, Jing, 

Age: 28

Birthday: May 6

Species/Nationality:  Werelion, American

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English,

Powers:

Werecat Physiology

Fire Manipulation (Through Red Fire Element Rock)

Conjuration

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Usual mortal weakness to things in his human form, Weaknesses to water based attack against his fire based attacks same with earth. Attention Deficit Disorder, Epilepsy,

Pet: Flying Squirrel (Cog, Male), Pekin Duck (Donald Duck, Male)

Occupation: Soldier, Intelligence Operative, 

Faceclaim: Andrew Garfield

Description: Sasha has light brownish blond hair that is soft and long and usually uncombed and wild with some curled ends, but short enough it does not get tangled. His eyes are also a bright blue. He has slightly tanned skin. Sasha also has a small scar on his right thigh after an accident in the kitchen when he was a child. He also has massive claw and teeth scars on his left foot due to being attacked by a beast. He has a scar from an attack by another beast on his right shoulder. Both these from when he was a teenager or later. Sasha also has a scar on his left lower abdomen from getting into a conflict with a caretaker at his orphanage when he was younger.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Red Fire Element Rock, Backpack full of his entire life.

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 137

Body Build: Lean/Toned

Backstory/Background:

Long before Sasha’s actual birth his ancestors had lived somewhere on the African continent. There his people had evolved and became werelions. Or, at the very least, Werecats. His family was dominantly werelions. There several generations of his ancestors had been born, growing up learning more and more of their werecat abilities. But with these differences they were soon found out, found to be unnatural and in time the humans living on their continent began to hunt them down. For a time the werecats were able to find some peace, creating a barrier that cut their territory off from the rest of the world that sought to destroy them.

This temporary living situation also did not last long as soon a drought came to their lands and they had to leave, breaking the barrier down once more. During this time of defenselessness Werecats were hunted down and their numbers again dwindled to near extinction. Sasha’s great grandparents managed to escape the generations of fighting by finding a place in a jungle to stay for some time. There, his parents were born in the small Werecat village. They grew up feeling safety in their jungle home. But it too was also soon invaded by outsiders and they were violently forced to leave. The children and young adults were evacuated and scattered once more, now across the world.

Sasha’s parents journeyed with a few other children and an adult to the Americas. There they again tried to make a life for themselves but was once caught and hunted by the locals for one of their kind being outed as a werecat. Sasha’s mother had been pregnant with him by the time his parents crossed over to the United States. She would later give birth to Sasha while safe in America, Sasha’s father and mother keeping their secret now that they were without the rest of their tribe of werecats. For some time before Sasha’s birth they had a system going to keep themselves safe and from being speculated by those who would hunt their kind.

However, as these things tend to go, an incident happened causing Sasha’s father to have to protect his wife and newborn son using his werelion form. The wrong people caught this on camera, and that was that. News of a ‘werebeast’ had been rumored and spread across the states. Hunters soon showed up and would kill his father, just like that. No flare. Simply just killed him. Injuring his mother, who would then escape, at least for a while. She made her way to a highly populated area and abandoned Sasha, wrapped in a blanket, on the streets. Then she ran away, but only got so far before she too was murdered some blocks from where she had dropped Sasha off.

The next day a young wealthy couple walking by the alleyway where Sasha was abandoned found him and for a short while took him in. However the government soon stepped in taking Sasha from them and a potential loving home. Even when the couple did apply for custody and fought the courts for the years to follow to get Sasha back to them. They were rejected time and time again. Sasha would never learn of this fact, or that someone did want him in the beginning of his life, both his biological parents and the young couple.

Sasha was taken away to an orphanage which was hidden away at the edge of a forest, with one road leading into it and one road leading out. There he would grow up for the rest of his life. He would meet his best friends there, six other children the same age as him. Along with the many other children who were brought to the orphanage. There the children would get into the usual sort of mischief to be expected of children, especially with so many around. Sasha and his friends would go out toward the forest usually. This resulted in them making a Tree House where he and his best friends would often meet up at, even as they got older and started to lead separate lives.

Being short for his age and having a ‘girls name’ Sasha was often subject to bullying by other kids. When he got into high school it became a lot more harsh, causing Sasha to become more introverted and shy around others and not as open to his friends. Because of this, he also came across as cowardly when stressful or dangerous situations arose. This had become a problem when the friends were all sixteen years old and found magical rocks that granted their chosen teenager a gift of the elements. Sasha was the last to receive his rock. As he was less likely to visit the tree house. When he would not visit he was often practicing playing an instrument at the orphanage, which had been something that helped him cope with his situations at that time.

When Sasha finally had shown up to the tree house after not being present for a while the rock appeared to him as the other rocks did his friends before. But at the time he wasn’t willing to accept the rocks gifts. Even trying to get rid of it, it would find its way back to him. Even with that and his friends' encouragement to practice and use the gift the rock gave him Sasha rejected it and their attempts, as he was afraid of using it and hurting them or messing something up. So Sasha would continue to refuse using the rock.

However he could not escape his newly appointed duty for long. This became apparent when the sibling of one of his friends, also destined with an elemental rock, the element of light, had their brother disappear. She came to the four others asking for their service in finding her lost brother. Which the other three friends agreed to do, Sasha however wasn’t as inclined to accept the task. Though he did go with them when the four would journey farther into the woods than they had ever gone before. Which was where the brother had disappeared into. Sasha, even if frightened by this, had still felt the instinctual need to help his friends. The brother counted as one of those friends he had known all his life.

Though because of his doubts Sasha refused to use the rocks, he was not settled on the idea that the rock was actually meant for him and that it belonged to someone braver and stronger than him. Someone who could actually protect their friends and save the missing friend from whatever it was that might have taken them. That’s what Sasha would constantly think to himself, and say to his friends. That he was not deserving of the rock or its gifts. He was more like the second choice. No amount of convincing from his friends ever seemed to encourage him, Sasha would further believe after every failed task for him that he was unworthy. Through their adventures he became more of a liability to them and so, eventually, avoided being forced to go with the others to look for their missing friend.

That was until one day when a great evil presence made itself known and attacked his friends. Sasha hadn’t been with them at that time. They were all defeated. But this evil was looking for all the users of the rocks. Sasha missing from the group had seemed to cause the evil great unrest as he demanded where the ‘last one’ was. Beating his friends. Who would not give up Sasha’s location. What they did not know was that that day Sasha had followed after them, through the forest, and onto the streets where they were attacked, remaining hidden. As initially he felt too much like a failure to join them. A disappointment that was, of course, not worthy of his gift.

But seeing his friends defeated and in pain spurred in this cowardly lion years worth of anger that lay dormant. Sasha waited for the perfect opportunity to attack the evil man who was hurting his friends. Laying a quick trap for the man instead. It was in that session that Sasha would finally activate the power of his rock. Fire. Fire igniting the villain, and wildly catching anything else in it’s path. White hot flames burning the man, as Sasha let all his anger out. This managed to work for a while, while his friends recovered enough, but Sasha was not strong enough on his own to take them down. Leaving them only heavily injured by his flames, weakened enough for the others to handle the rest.

As he was attacking the evil man sent a force into Sasha’s chest, sending him flying like a rag doll across the road, making him fall unconscious. Though by the time this had happened his friends jumped in to stop Sasha from being killed as the evil man moved in to kill him in their frustration. His friends soon would defeat the man and send him running away to go recover from the loss. Sasha was taken to the hospital where the kids’ injuries were tended to. Sasha came off with a few broken ribs for the most part.  However, this incident demoralized most of his friends.

After they recovered they all met less and less and over the next few years gave up on the search for their missing friend. Only the sister had tried, time and time again, to get them to come together again. But eventually she too gave up. Then they all had, one by one, left the orphanage and continued on with normal lives, going to university, or getting careers. But they were never as close as they were again, when before they were seventeen. Sasha had signed up to join the army and left first of all the friends. There he further ignored the rock that had but never let it leave his side, not that he actually could. Over the next few years of his life that was all that Sasha would do, was going on tours and distract himself from being home.

Though now he is home again after a strange incident involving some...fantastical monster of unspecified origins attacking him and his unit. Killing many of them and injuring Sasha in the process. Because of his injury he wasn’t able to be put on the field but able to do what would be considered ‘desk work’ and kept at home. It wasn’t until he decided to move for the first time in nearly a decade that he suddenly remembered that incident when he was sixteen and that they had failed to find the missing brother, when he found an old picture of him with the others at the orphanage. He wondered whatever happened to the girl who wouldn’t give up looking for her brother.

It was after this he packed all his important items into a backpack, rock included, as always, and the rest of his things in a secure storage facility. Then he just pulled up sticks and started to look for anyone who might know what happened to the girl and what happened with her brother, if he was ever found. As well as the other three friends, and what they might be doing. Sasha’s new quest in life became split between serving and finding out why exactly they were given those rocks and why nothing still had come about from having them. Why he was never attacked again and demanded to join some evil organization for his rock. Why everything remained ...the same, apparently. But not quite...now was it...the rock was still there. There was still something that needed to be done. He knew then that he had to find his purpose for being the recipient of the weird rock.

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Cunning, Manipulative, Annoying, Shy, Sensitive, Introvert, Childish, Bookish, Artistic, Aggressive, Stubborn, Patriotic, Charismatic, Idealistic, Tolerant, Heroic, Insightful, Dutiful, Strong, Forthright, Warm, Solemn, Dominating, Reserved, Freewheeling, Casual, Private, Questioning, Clumsy, Anxious, Repressed, Difficult, 

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Obsessed with the color red, Fakes having flaws to seem more interesting, Mutters, Spaces out when nervous, Certain noises annoy him, Claims to be clairvoyant, Very superstitious, Annoyed by nail biters, Eats tea leaves, Annoyed when things are rearranged, Skills: Woodcarving, Singing, Fire eating, Playing piano, Hunting, Voice impressions, Disarming traps, Playing drums, Pole-dancing, Researching, Tracking, Stealth, Gadgetry, First Aid, Strategizing, Monster Lore, Occult Lore, Gardening, Foraging, Hobbies: Programming, Blogging, Model Building, Trivia, Seashell Collecting, Napping, Storm Chasing, Billiards, Dowsing, Learning, Partying, Flying Model Planes, Creating written/spoken codes and ciphers, Car fixing & building,

Likes: Red, Aliens, Naps, Mythology, Occult, Instruments, Gadgets, Planes, Cyphers, Trivia, Models, Social Media, Tabletop Games, Classical Music, Ninjas, Conspiracy Theories, Basketball, Agatha Christie, Gift giving, Competition, Love Stories, Pop Music, Leaves, Hot Air Balloons, Baking, Riddles, Christmas, Saxophones, Zoology, Tea Sets, Celtic music, Walking, Spiders, Helping others, Wizards and Witches, Cartoons, Coffee, Snow Globes, Origami, Comedies, Converses, Pokemon, Cows, Western Novels, 

Dislikes: Scarecrows, Mazes, The sound of ocean waves, Harry Potter, Glow sticks, Fairies, Checkers, Cats, Surprises, Fungi, Easter, BodyBuilding/ers, Fireworks, Showers, Rabbits, Lions, Makeovers, 

Fears: Ailurophobia, Ghosts, 

Personality Tests:

Other: Taurus, 

Parent(s):

   -> Father:

   -> Mother: --- (Angelus Family Line)

Sibling(s): Has 10 older siblings, 

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F U L L   N A M E   …  sasha megan james A L I A S E S   …   james, sissy A G E   …   twenty-six B I R T H D A T E   …   march 24th G E N D E R   …   cisfemale O R I E N T A T I O N   …   bisexual sasha has lived an adventurous life, traveling around the world on an art tour paid for by her wealth parents. she is a collector, not of art but the little things that bring her joy, prince and queen albums, stephen king novels, vintage soup cups. sasha is kind, thought and not afraid to share her opinions. she has her head in the clouds sometimes and struggles with anxiety at times.      

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Sasha Hart-Ashby Age: Twenty One Class Year: Junior Position: Offensive Dealer, #14 Hometown: Malibu, California

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: drug and alcohol abuse, murder/death

For Irina Seleznyova, the path to wealth and fame was one that required a little death: first, she killed the husband that had helped bring her to America, but was only the first step in her plans; then she killed herself, in a sense, remaking herself into the more all-American Irina Hart, who became a fixture on the daytime soap circuit. Her final act was to marry rich television producer Howard Ashby and, after he gave her three children, he, too, was summarily dispatched, leaving her a not-so-grieving widow in possession of his vast fortune.

She viewed her children not as people in their own right but as extensions of herself, and assurances of the continuation of her empire. Her oldest children were guided into different molds: her only son, Nikolai, studious and responsible; her eldest daughter, Anya, beautiful and charming—and then there was Sasha, somewhere in the middle of those two poles, unsure of what to do or who to be. At first, she turned to sports and, when she quickly earned a reputation on the court as a brawler, a greater calling became clear—every family needed a black sheep, a trainwreck, and Sasha was it.

The Hart-Ashby family motto was simple: whatever you do, be the best at it. And they all took it to heart: her brother was at the top of his class, her sister walked in runway shows and appeared in fashion spreads, and Sasha, as early as her freshman year of high school, was photographed puking in alleyways. But that wasn’t enough. Since their father’s untimely death, Irina had taken to entertaining younger and younger men. And, when Sasha was starting high school, her latest paramour was college aged: he lived in their house and entertained Irina’s every whim, and in return she paid his tuition. He chafed under Irina’s thumb as much as her youngest daughter did, and when Sasha focused her rebellion on seducing him, it didn’t actually prove that much of a challenge.

What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was her mother’s reaction when she found out. Sasha expected to be punished, and had to come to crave even negative attention, but what she didn’t expect was to be coldly dismissed from her mother’s presence—for a undefined and indefinite length of time. Where am I supposed to go? She asked, but her mother only sneered: Maybe you should have thought about that before you disrespected me in my own home.

She did her best to turn her banishment into a never-ending party. What it really was, though, was a months-long bender, a wanton spiral into greater and greater self-destruction. When her mother summoned her back, she dutifully went, but her demons and her new vices came with her. Her nights were spent drunk, more often than not, and sometimes more than just drunk. And she didn’t have to worry about sneaking out her bedroom window when it was just as easy to walk out the front door—her mother’s rage burnt red-hot, but it only came in flashes, she was too self-involved to be a disciplinarian the rest of the time. With no real checks on her behavior, Sasha spiraled further and further out of control, but in the end it wasn’t her that paid the worst price for it: while driving home from a party with her sister in the car, both of them drunk, she ran them off the road—but while Sasha could come back from her injuries, Anya did not.

Her mother’s money, judiciously spent, and words like “good family” and “first offense” were enough for Sasha to avoid a juvenile facility. Even though she was found guilty, her sentence amounted to little more than a slap on the wrist: a fine, community service hours, a suspended license, and mandatory alcohol awareness education. But money didn’t prove enough to allow her to be readmitted to her old high school, whose administrators and parents saw her as a black stain on its reputation. Instead, she was sent far away to an all-girls boarding school, full of rules and strict curfews and boredom that was only broken by Exy—particularly since the team was co-ed, in partnership with an all-boys school a short distance away, providing her with some small distractions to make up for her banishment: fights to start on the court, and hearts to break off it.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

Her high school team was good in the way that only money could buy: their racquets were top-of-the-line, the kind used by Class I teams; their coach was a retired Court-ranked player, paid an exorbitant salary to coach bratty rich kids, most of which couldn’t care less. It was something that rich kids and Foxes had in common: entitlement bred a lack of discipline and self-discipline just as surely as whatever stuff it was that made a Fox. And when Sasha was scouted by David Wymack during her senior year at boarding school, she decided to trade in her black sheep mantle for that of a Fox. It seemed like a perfect fit.

Her mother, still reeling from Anya’s death, was happy to keep her daughter on the other side of the country, where she didn’t have to look at her. And just maybe, she thought, her previously useless youngest child could prove herself worth something: Exy was never something Irina had in mind for her children, but fame was fame, and she’d rather Sasha’s name be more synonymous with Exy than with vehicular homicide. Now, without ever meaning to, Sasha has handed her mother more control over her life than she’s ever had before: she’s shown how much she wants to be at Palmetto, how much she wants to play Exy, and her mother has shrewdly used that to force her within the lines. At her mother’s request, Coach Wymack allows her to leave practice early once a week for AA meetings, where she’s physically present but mentally detached, and Irina has made her spending money conditional on passing regular drug tests. With some of her favorite avenues of rebellion closed to her, she compensates by being a bitingly caustic presence on the court to teammates and opponents alike, provoking brawls with words or starting them with fists, earning more than her fair share of red cards. She’s the posterchild—or a caricature—of everything the press thinks a Fox is, and the media can’t get enough of her, loving to hate her, never sure what she’ll say or do next. And she likes it that way—she’s learned from the best, after all.

SASHA HART-ASHBY is portrayed by ADELAIDE KANE and is TAKEN

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Sasha Hart-Ashby Age: Twenty One Class Year: Junior Position: Offensive Dealer, #14 Hometown: Malibu, California

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: drug and alcohol abuse, death

For Irina Seleznyova, the path to wealth and fame was one that required a little death: first, she killed the husband that purchased her from her native Ukraine; then she killed herself, in a sense, remaking herself into the more all-American and only slightly exotic Irina Hart, who became a fixture on the daytime soap circuit. Her final act was to marry rich television producer Howard Ashby and, after he gave her three children, he, too, was summarily dispatched, leaving her a not-so-grieving widow in possession of his vast fortune.

She viewed her children not as people in their own right, but as extensions of herself, and assurances of the continuation of her empire. Her oldest children were guided into different molds: her only son, Nikolai, studious and responsible; her eldest daughter, Anya, beautiful and charming—and then there was Sasha, somewhere in the middle of those two poles, unsure of what to do or who to be. At first, she turned to sports and, when she quickly earned a reputation on the court as a brawler, a greater calling became clear—every family needed a black sheep, a trainwreck, and Sasha was it.

The Hart-Ashby family motto was simple: whatever you do, be the best at it. And they all took it to heart: her brother was at the top of his class, her sister walked in runway shows and appeared in fashion spreads, and Sasha, as early as her freshman year of high school, was photographed puking in alleyways. But that wasn’t enough. Since their father’s untimely death, Irina had taken to entertaining younger and younger men. And, when Sasha was starting high school, her latest paramour was college aged: he lived in their house and entertained Irina’s every whim, and in return she paid his tuition. Part-pet and part-prostitute, he chafed under Irina’s thumb as much as her youngest daughter did, and when Sasha focused her rebellion on seducing him, it didn’t actually prove that much of a challenge.

What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was her mother’s reaction when she found out. Sasha expected to be punished, and had to come to crave even negative attention, but what she didn’t expect was to be coldly dismissed from her mother’s presence—for a undefined and indefinite length of time. Where am I supposed to go? She asked, but her mother only sneered: maybe you should have thought about that before you disrespected me in my own home.

She did her best to turn her banishment into a never-ending party. What it really was, though, was a months-long bender, a wanton spiral into greater and greater self-destruction. When her mother summoned her back, she dutifully went, but her demons and her new vices came with her. Her nights were spent drunk, more often than not, and sometimes more than just drunk. And she didn’t have to worry about sneaking out her bedroom window when it was just as easy to walk out the front door—Irina’s rage burnt red-hot, but it only came in flashes, she was too self-involved to be a disciplinarian the rest of the time. With no real checks on her behavior, Sasha spiraled further and further out of control, but in the end it wasn’t her that paid the worst price for it: while driving home from a party with her sister in the car, both of them drunk, she ran them off the road—but while Sasha could come back from her injuries, Anya did not.

Her mother’s money, judiciously spent, and words like “good family” and “first offense” were enough for Sasha to avoid a juvenile facility. Even though she was found guilty, her sentence amounted to little more than a slap on the wrist: a fine, community service hours, a suspended license, and mandatory alcohol awareness education. But money didn’t prove enough to allow her to be readmitted to her old high school, whose administrators and parents saw her as a black stain on its reputation. Instead, she was sent far away to an all-girls boarding school, full of rules and strict curfews and boredom that was only broken by Exy—particularly since the team was co-ed, in partnership with an all-boys school a short distance away, providing her with some small distractions: to make up for her banishment: fights to start on the court, and hearts to break off it.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

Her high school team was good in the way that only money could buy: their racquets were top-of-the-line, the kind used by Class I teams; their coach was a retired Court-ranked player, paid an exorbitant salary to coach bratty rich kids, most of which couldn’t care less. There’s something that rich kids and Foxes have in common: entitlement breeds a lack of discipline and self-discipline just as surely as whatever stuff it is that makes a Fox. So, when Sasha was scouted by David Wymack during her senior year at boarding school, she decided to trade in her black sheep mantle for that of a Fox. It seemed like a perfect fit.

Her mother, still reeling from Anya’s death, was happy to keep her daughter on the other side of the country, where she didn’t have to look at her. And just maybe, she thought, her previously useless youngest child could prove herself worth something: Exy was never what Irina had in mind for her children, but fame was fame, and she’d rather Sasha’s name be more synonymous with Exy than with vehicular homicide. Now, without ever meaning to, Sasha has handed her mother more control over her life than she’s ever had before: she’s shown how much she wants to be at Palmetto, how much she wants to play Exy, and her mother has shrewdly used that to force her within the lines. At her mother’s request, Coach Wymack allows her to leave practice early once a week for AA meetings, where she’s physically present but mentally detached, and Irina has made her spending money conditional on passing regular drug tests. With some of her favorite avenues of rebellion closed to her, she compensates by being a bitingly caustic presence on the court to teammates and opponents alike, provoking brawls with words or starting them with fists, earning more than her fair share of red cards. She’s the posterchild—or a caricature—of everything the press thinks a Fox is, and the media can’t get enough of her, loving to hate her, never sure what she’ll say or do next. And she likes it that way—she’s learned from the best, after all.

SASHA HART-ASHBY is portrayed by ADELAIDE KANE and is OPEN