Name: Sasha Clear
Age: 17
BirthDate: August 16th
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Brown hair down to his nose, combed to the left, Scar going from left eyebrow up into his hairline, another from his lip up to his nose. he's lean but strong, wears jeans, and long sleeved shirts, simple tennis shoes, wears fingerless cloth gloves so hide a scar of a cigarette extinguished onto the back of each hand. he's 5'9, 142 lbs,
Back story: Grew up in the suburbs of western Illinois, his childhood if you could call it that consisted of being blamed for the death of his mother during childbirth, had a drunk for a father, and an uncle that was just as bad. He enjoyed school because it was his escape from the abuse, both emotional and physical he was victim to while at the house, he kept to himself, as he got older, his father always told him his opinions weren't wanted and he wasn't either. as time passed he began to believe it to and didn't want to burden anyone else with his nonsense. in middle school he had one friend. CJ Tulmer, was a good kid that showed Sasha that it isn't all cuts and bruises, but after only a month of being friends, CJ and his family moved to Maine. Once again alone, Sasha became an outcast from his schoolmates, bullied because of his scars, bullied because of his acne, and his poor grades. one night at home his father was a bit more drunk than usual, it was the night of Report cards and to punish Sasha for his failures, he took a pack of cigarettes, and as he smoked them, extinguished them on the backhand of his only son. Later that night Sasha heard his father throwing beer bottles around the house, one of them actually broke a window. he fell asleep with the familiar sound of his father yelling. when he woke up the next morning he saw the back of his fathers head on the couch, passed out again... or so he thought until he saw the trail of blood leading from his father to the kitchen. in the kitchen he saw his neighbor, Mr. Ellis, hunched over the counter with.. an arm? it was his fathers arm... sasha could tell by the wedding ring, and the tattoo around the wrist... he backed up and walked quietly out of the house into the new world that was baptized in blood and fire.
Weaknesses: Anti-Social, Naturally Hostile
Strengths, Desensitized (doesn't become Panicked or feel (due to his abuse)) Good runner
Weapon of Choice: His grandfather on his mothers sides old Colt, melee: small hatchet
Reaction to Apocalypse: "meh, i was already in hell"
Personality: quiet, distant, slow to trust, but reliable and loyal when he does open up.
Faceclaim: Alex Russell
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