A long time ago, Sascha had a family. He can't remember most of it now. It's been muddled by an uphill battle with existing. Existing feels tiresome, even in and of itself, because it requires... well, to be KNOWN requires, perhaps not existing... people, and people, they're complicated. Sascha stopped getting them when he left home, and he continues to get them less and less the older he gets.
As an enigmatic Third in the Bohun Upas system, it's not for lack of talent or force. Nor is it seemingly in keep with his Hunter tendencies... the truth is, Sascha lives on his own in a farm in the far-reaches of Pakerion, and doesn't associate except to report for guild duties. He could promote to Second, possibly, but perhaps he values his life, or he simply has no need to follow bureaucratic rungs.
He does have a pet; a hog from Everea named Kevin. This pig he's well-trained to attack those who he stands against, and those who have heard of Sascha or seen him work are sometimes more afraid of the pig than the man.
backstory:
Alexandr's family was a normal, peaceful Everean group. Religious, following the codes of Xumurdad, and with high hopes of another Cleric in their midsts. Sascha felt little to no connection to the God, and so pursued hunting with passion. This is the simple part of the story.
A hunt while he was twelve lead him into the Borderline, where he came upon a wolf, in the literal. Wounded and left for dead by an irresponsible Hunter running from an Assassin, the wolf had human eyes. Sascha, who has never told this story, swears by it. The wolf has human eyes. Human, human eyes. He hefted the wolf over his just-barely-strong-enough shoulders and disappeared into the underbrush, where for two weeks he tended to her, and she became a friend.
As a lonely child who'd never made friends regardless, the sensation of belonging to someone or something, animal or man, motivated and revolutinized Sascha in a way he'd yet to experience. He began to collect and tend to animals, training them to be with him on his quests.
The first wolf, whom he'd never named, was shot dead by a Hunter when he was sixteen. As he watched her die from the arrow to her head, the irony and the cruel reality of his class and his friends hit him, and something further snapped. Human lives were now equivalent to animal lives.
It was only a matter of time before he found Bohun Upas.
PB: Wolfwood
Level: 100
Class: Hunter
Build: Disrupt
RP? NPC? RP
Misc:
A long time ago, Sascha had a family. He can't remember most of it now. It's been muddled by an uphill battle with existing. Existing feels tiresome, even in and of itself, because it requires... well, to be KNOWN requires, perhaps not existing... people, and people, they're complicated. Sascha stopped getting them when he left home, and he continues to get them less and less the older he gets.
As an enigmatic Third in the Bohun Upas system, it's not for lack of talent or force. Nor is it seemingly in keep with his Hunter tendencies... the truth is, Sascha lives on his own in a farm in the far-reaches of Pakerion, and doesn't associate except to report for guild duties. He could promote to Second, possibly, but perhaps he values his life, or he simply has no need to follow bureaucratic rungs.
He does have a pet; a hog from Everea named Kevin. This pig he's well-trained to attack those who he stands against, and those who have heard of Sascha or seen him work are sometimes more afraid of the pig than the man.
backstory:
Alexandr's family was a normal, peaceful Everean group. Religious, following the codes of Xumurdad, and with high hopes of another Cleric in their midsts. Sascha felt little to no connection to the God, and so pursued hunting with passion. This is the simple part of the story.
A hunt while he was twelve lead him into the Borderline, where he came upon a wolf, in the literal. Wounded and left for dead by an irresponsible Hunter running from an Assassin, the wolf had human eyes. Sascha, who has never told this story, swears by it. The wolf has human eyes. Human, human eyes. He hefted the wolf over his just-barely-strong-enough shoulders and disappeared into the underbrush, where for two weeks he tended to her, and she became a friend.
As a lonely child who'd never made friends regardless, the sensation of belonging to someone or something, animal or man, motivated and revolutinized Sascha in a way he'd yet to experience. He began to collect and tend to animals, training them to be with him on his quests.
The first wolf, whom he'd never named, was shot dead by a Hunter when he was sixteen. As he watched her die from the arrow to her head, the irony and the cruel reality of his class and his friends hit him, and something further snapped. Human lives were now equivalent to animal lives.
It was only a matter of time before he found Bohun Upas.
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