Prologue+ NAME + Sash'avir Bella Beckett
+ ALIAS + “Sasha”, “Officer Beckett”, “Inspector”, “Bella” (Only his mama can call him this), "Nines" (Online handle)
+ AGE + 32
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Solarta, Aedolis
+ SPECIES + Human (Old Essyrni)
+ RESIDENCE + Margad, Aedolis (Green and Mean, son)
+ OCCUPATION + Military / Police Investigator
+ FACE + Dusty Black hair / Silver eyes
+ STATURE + 6'0 / 196 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Pansexual
__________________IN-DEPTHPHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONSasha isn't bad to look at, although he considers himself average in comparison. He is not one to squander a compliment if handed to him though. He has a rich umber tan, with a choppily cut mop of dusty black hair, braided along the sides and around the back, and the top loosely disheveled. His job keeps him fit for the most part, athletic and enjoys recreational body building, and martial arts.
His eyes are an odd silver that refract light, giving them a rainbow effect when people look at them. In the dark they seem little more than reflective disks, a cold metallic empty stare. He has tattoos on the back of his ears, where studs line the entire lobe of his left one. And the index finger is missing from his right hand, so he's gotten into the habit of shooting with his middle finger.
Down his spine is an orchid, from the base of his shoulder blades, drawn upside down, with other stems branching out along his ribs, and at the etched V of his hips.
PERSONAPersonally speaking, Sasha is about as subtle as a dragon in a porcelain shop. Conceal, don't feel, and deflects criticism with delightfully scathing humor. Part self-amusement, part defensive measure. Got a shortcoming but you're too focused on him? He'll be more than happy pick at those scabs for you. Things just tend to be easier that way.
Deep down, he's a realist. At least with the important things. He has no expectations. To him, it's much better to be pleasantly surprised than horribly disappointed. He isn't bitter, quite the contrary in fact. He
wants to hope for the better, simply by expecting the worst. Life will not go your way in every particular.
But much in that way, there are no damaged goods. Second chances and all that. If it's broken, try and fix it. If it quits, then at least you did what you could. And that's all anyone can do.
Sasha can succumb to momentary bouts of paranoia, be it his hackles are standing on end or there's a change in the air. A sickening gut feeling that at any point in time something bad is going to happen. It doesn't always, but it's gotten him out of situations that otherwise would have gotten just hair short of his head being blown off. If he starts smelling burnt toast, something's up.
- Things! -- Distrustful of birds. In particular crows. He tends to be able to have lengthy conversations with them and they're smartasses that never ever have anything nice to say. They also like to follow him around. He's convinced they're stalking him. On the other end: Has never been friends with cats. Ever. He gets close and they hiss and swat at him. Sasha just can't catch a break.
- Likes bracelets. He has lots of them. Loves the leathery braided ones and has a collection of old-timey hand cuffs too. He's even made some with a broken link to look like bracelets.
- Loves action movies. Huge martial arts film buff. The cheesier the better. If senseless enough he can sometimes be seen reenacting scenes from these movies, and will recite them line by line.
MAGIC/ABILITIESTBA
RELATIONSHIPSTBA
HISTORYSad Panda? Maybe. Probably. Definitely.
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