Scratch, Sasha

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* Sasha Scratch !

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PB: Asia Argento
But you'd save the best for last like I'm the one for you[/center]

name;; Sasha Scratch (formerly Aleksandra Stoyanovich)
nickname/s;; Sasha, Sash
age;; 17
sexuality;; Homosexual
race;; Werewolf - born
affiliation;; Stray
Likes;;

• Hard alcohol
  
• Rock n' roll
  
• Winter months
  
• Forests
  
• Westerns
  
• Meat
  
• Company
  
• Play-fighting
  

Dislikes;;

• Small dogs
  
• Humans
  
• Cities
  
• Warm weather
  
• Complicated clothes
  
• Enclosed spaces
  
• Artificial smells
  
• The color orange
  
• Serious/harshness
  

Fears;;

• Gunfire
  
• Flying
  
• Needles
  
• Being restricted
  

Goals;;

• Find a pack
  
• Make some friends
  
• Learn to control herself
  

Anything else;;

• Sasha is prone to random shifts more-so than most past the half moon.
  
• She knows about a handful of russian phrases, most of which are insults.
  

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This isn't a routine with you it don't mean that much to me

appearance;; Perpetually dirty and scruffy, even if she tried to be halfway decent she'd still look like she just rolled out from underneath a thorn bush. She takes to wearing clothes that are practical and easily replaced by thrift stores or "borrowing". Permanent aspects of her attire are a pair of black combat boots and a heavy canteen slung over her shoulder, the contents ranging from paint peeling, to something you'd use to attract bears.

Sasha stands a little short, 5'4, and is average weight for her size. Her hands are calloused and scarred, and her body boasts more muscle than most, evidence of the hard work she put in while living with her adopted pack. Overall she has a boyish figure with some emphasis on the shoulders and hips. Her hair is raggedly cut, black as pitch and just as likely to take a brush through it. Eyes are a lively brown, a laughing shade that is often riveted with rampant gold even at her calmest. Although the russian tone was long pushed out of her voice, she has a slight cowboy drawl that is both a result of living in the country and watching too many clint eastwood films.

As a wolf she is colored similar to the hair on her head; a mix of chocolate browns and smokey grays that appear black from a distance. Her eyes are a vibrant gold, and her body is built like a small tank. She makes up for her size with an air of barbaric ferocity, as if the human part of her is completely melted away in this skin. Image

personality;; Spending more than half her life being raised by wolves has made her a little bit more intense than most. Whilst others may be able to control that inner beast, she cannot. Instinct and pack behavior dictates how she behaves around others, and her actions tend to be impulse-driven with little consideration or thought. Sasha is also very affectionate because of her upbringing, having little idea when it comes to personal space, and adoring physical contact even if it comes in the form of violence.

Sasha wears her heart on her sleeve when it comes to emotions, and shares herself completely with everyone that crosses her path. Her upbeat attitude is born out of the determination to prove that even though she's been through hell and back, she is unbreakable and will always be an optimist. This doesn't stop her from being a delinquent at times, as her passionate nature and favor of drink often has her rebelling against authority figures and doing less-than-legal activities. Sasha isn't a bad person in any way, she simply enjoys her fun and getting her away from it is next to impossible.

family;; Sylvester and Nikola Stoyanovich, birth parents- location and condition unknown
Robert and Julia Scratch, adopted parents- alive and well as far as she knows

history;; Sasha was born on the wild tundras of the Yukon to a hardy band of Russian immigrants. Her upbringing was one of tight family bonds and feral ruling as her family lived like animals in their isolation from civilization. Young Sasha's education was of course limited to whatever her kin could provide, and for a time she spoke only in growls before an older relative could work russian into her tongue.

When she turned nine a group of fur hunters fired upon her pack under a full moon, unaware of the pack's true nature as werewolves. In a frightened and confused scuffle, she was mistaken as human and snatched up by the raiders in a helicopter. Her family was unable to follow the attackers, forced to part with their cub as she was transported into the heart of Canadian civilization. In Vancouver she was transfered to customs, who assumed her the victim of some terrible tragedy and sent her to live with a foster family.

For a while she was given the life of an average human girl, taught english and even enrolled in school. Not too taken with the change in lifestyle, she would get into vicious fights every day that she didn't skip to go drink in the woods with older students. Her foster family tried to discipline her, but only succeeded in making her more aggressive and unruly. Her attitude only worsen as she progressed towards puberty, and on the night of her thirteenth birthday when a full moon bloomed her true nature was revealed in a particularly awful shift.

One thing led to another, and she fled before any questions could be asked. Her foster family was horrified, and frankly grateful that she ran, while officials and child protective services tried to follow her. She made it across the border into America, where she hid out in northern Wyoming and was taken in by a small family of wolves that recognized her situation. Her name was changed to keep her hidden from social services, and she attempted a normal life with a family that was more understanding than her last.

The normality and comfort of her situation only lasted till her junior year of highschool however, when she began experiencing uncontrollable shifts during school and around her peers. People quickly began to grow wary and frightened, and the threat she presented to her adopted pack's safety was enough for them to force her out before they could be exposed. She dropped out and moved on, the parting not the best as it was clear even in a pack of wolves she was an outsider. She wandered through the states until she hit Converse, South Dakota. Attracted by the scent of her kind, she hoped out here she could start fresh and maybe find a permanent family.

You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me

your alias

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[Connie Lynn Marshall]

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