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Basic Info:

- Name: Sacha Volkov
- Species: Vampire
- Age: Appears 30 Actual age around 390-450(he's lost track)
- Height: 6'6
- Weight: 201 lbs
- Gender: Male
- Preferred Pronouns: he/him
- Sexual Orientation: bisexual
- Relationship Status: single(he's gray-romantic)
- Occupation: Pro-gamer and Pianist/musician(he knows how to play a few instruments)
- Spoop amount: 1200

Addition Info:

- Personality: +Loyal +Passionate +Organized -Blunt -Abrasive -Anti-social
Sacha is a very loyal friend, and won't let someone down when that status has been reached. He's very passionate about his work, and his interests, and isn't afraid to put 100% into something he is really interested in. He is super organized almost to the point of ocd. He doesn't like clutter, and will clean his whole house if one thing is out of place. On the negative side he is very blunt. He doesn't understand when that is rude so if you ask "does this dress make me look fat" expecting him to say no, he will tell you what he thinks. He can be a bit abrasive, and hard to come up to with his constant scowl or head in the clouds gaze. Because of his interest in tech and video games he has become very anti-social over the years. That and his day job make him not one to want to go to parties or talk to people.

- History:
Born to a Russian noble family, his early years are a bit fuzzy; he says it is because he is so old, but in truth it was because he hit his head right before he was changed. He was born noble, and as such groomed, to become a high ranking Russian Military Officer. From a very young age he was taught war tactics, and even met with the first Romanov Czar of Russia...well meet is a very strong word, he and his father were in the same room as him once.
He climbed the ranks rather quickly with his adept way of learning almost anything he could get his hands on, from weapons to war tactics. By the time he was 20 he was a commanding officer in the military, and was married. By the time he was almost 30 he was a hero in the eyes of many, and a great commander.
When one of many wars he had been in began he was again on the front lines. It should have been just another normal war. Fighting, and hopefully clenching a victory for Russian. He had of course had not seen what was coming. A gunshot right to his shoulder knocked him off balance. He tumbled down a short hill, and off the side of a seep, but low, cliff on the edge of a forest. The tumble had caught him in some brambles, and it wrapped around his neck suspending him there.
From the loss of blood, and the suffocation he succumbed to darkness rather quickly. His last thoughts were of his family, and how this was the end, but it wasn’t. He woke up partially being dragged by the neck into the woods, and woke up fully again screaming as he was fed upon. The dirt covered woman covered his mouth as she continued to feed, and finally changed him.
She taught him many things: how to hunt, how to keep from being seen, and how to turn another. She was so old that normal speech was not something she knew. He was taught her language, and what she knew. She was older than Egypt itself. She had seen rises and falls of dynasties, and had traveled the world.
She inspired him, and so he began his trek across the world. He traveled to Korea, to China where he stayed a while, and crossed the small sea to Japan. He heard of a great nation in Europe and traveled there. He stayed in France, and traveled to Italy. He heard of this new world, and found it staying always only a little while. He learned of his sire’s passing through word of mouth, and how cruel humans could really be.
He traveled for two human lifetimes or more, he could not remember, but one day as he was sitting in his home, sliding fingers over one instrument or another, he had learned so many and could not remember which one, someone knocked on his door. He stood, and was going to answer, but they let themselves in. The door was locked, but they somehow managed to open it.
“You have been avoiding us for a few years now. I’m surprised, but we are still new.”
The person told him of a Sanctuary, and how he would be safe and would no longer have to travel from place to place. Why would he want to stay in one place? The world moved so quickly, and new things came out every day. He wanted to protest, but before he could say anything they were gone, and in Salem.
Boring. The first century was boring. Every year he would leave on Halloween, and just make it back with a moment to spare. He was reprimanded for almost missing the portal. After one of these reprimandings he met a dear friend Ririka who became a quick friend.
He didn’t care that he was in trouble for each year. Every year he would almost miss it, and after a century he started missing it entirely. The new technologies! Wars. Famine. The space race. Automobiles, and motorcycles. The telegraph, and then the phone which lead way to the cellphone and computer! So many things the humans made that he would not want to miss. Each year he went through a different portal, and each year when he missed he would run and try to escape. Every single year he was caught, and after many warning he just ended up going to jail. He still didn’t care.
That was until they threatened to not allow him to leave altogether. Depression. He pulled himself away from everyone. Refusing to leave his home. This lead to him being anti-social, and more hardened than he was before. Playing piano, and other instruments, as well as video games caused him to keep his mind from going insane. He was too old for this. His resent for the town was strong, and the only thing keeping him from hating everything was Ririka. His friend who he had talks with often. That and video games.

- Likes:

+Blood mixed with milk
+Super soft beds
+Internet
+Video games
+Music

- Dislikes:
-Loud people
-Crowded places
-Super cold drinks
-Lemons
-When the wifi is down
-Salem's rules

- Other Information:
~Because of the accident years ago his vocal box was crushed and he can barely speak. He prefers ASL.
~Gets excited when people know ASL
~Loves cats, owns 2 one named Flapjack and one named Toast

~Protective of Ririka because she was his first friend in Salem
~Is resentful of the town, and doesn't see how people are happy.

~Yes he knows he's tall don't mention it

~Works out on the regular to keep his physique

~Is into some kinky stuff

Optional Info:

- Song Inspiration: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLNgD5…

- RP Information: EST | Lit preferred Script ok | Discord preferred please

- Relationship Status: Single Pringle

Spoops = 500 for this app

Description

Basic Info:

- Name: Sacha Volkov
- Species: Vampire
- Age: Appears 30 Actual age around 390-450(he's lost track)
- Height: 6'6
- Weight: 201 lbs
- Gender: Male
- Preferred Pronouns: he/him
- Sexual Orientation: bisexual
- Relationship Status: single(he's gray-romantic)
- Occupation: Pro-gamer and Pianist/musician(he knows how to play a few instruments)
- Spoop amount: 1200

Addition Info:

- Personality: +Loyal +Passionate +Organized -Blunt -Abrasive -Anti-social
Sacha is a very loyal friend, and won't let someone down when that status has been reached. He's very passionate about his work, and his interests, and isn't afraid to put 100% into something he is really interested in. He is super organized almost to the point of ocd. He doesn't like clutter, and will clean his whole house if one thing is out of place. On the negative side he is very blunt. He doesn't understand when that is rude so if you ask "does this dress make me look fat" expecting him to say no, he will tell you what he thinks. He can be a bit abrasive, and hard to come up to with his constant scowl or head in the clouds gaze. Because of his interest in tech and video games he has become very anti-social over the years. That and his day job make him not one to want to go to parties or talk to people.

- History:
Born to a Russian noble family, his early years are a bit fuzzy; he says it is because he is so old, but in truth it was because he hit his head right before he was changed. He was born noble, and as such groomed, to become a high ranking Russian Military Officer. From a very young age he was taught war tactics, and even met with the first Romanov Czar of Russia...well meet is a very strong word, he and his father were in the same room as him once.
He climbed the ranks rather quickly with his adept way of learning almost anything he could get his hands on, from weapons to war tactics. By the time he was 20 he was a commanding officer in the military, and was married. By the time he was almost 30 he was a hero in the eyes of many, and a great commander.
When one of many wars he had been in began he was again on the front lines. It should have been just another normal war. Fighting, and hopefully clenching a victory for Russian. He had of course had not seen what was coming. A gunshot right to his shoulder knocked him off balance. He tumbled down a short hill, and off the side of a seep, but low, cliff on the edge of a forest. The tumble had caught him in some brambles, and it wrapped around his neck suspending him there.
From the loss of blood, and the suffocation he succumbed to darkness rather quickly. His last thoughts were of his family, and how this was the end, but it wasn’t. He woke up partially being dragged by the neck into the woods, and woke up fully again screaming as he was fed upon. The dirt covered woman covered his mouth as she continued to feed, and finally changed him.
She taught him many things: how to hunt, how to keep from being seen, and how to turn another. She was so old that normal speech was not something she knew. He was taught her language, and what she knew. She was older than Egypt itself. She had seen rises and falls of dynasties, and had traveled the world.
She inspired him, and so he began his trek across the world. He traveled to Korea, to China where he stayed a while, and crossed the small sea to Japan. He heard of a great nation in Europe and traveled there. He stayed in France, and traveled to Italy. He heard of this new world, and found it staying always only a little while. He learned of his sire’s passing through word of mouth, and how cruel humans could really be.
He traveled for two human lifetimes or more, he could not remember, but one day as he was sitting in his home, sliding fingers over one instrument or another, he had learned so many and could not remember which one, someone knocked on his door. He stood, and was going to answer, but they let themselves in. The door was locked, but they somehow managed to open it.
“You have been avoiding us for a few years now. I’m surprised, but we are still new.”
The person told him of a Sanctuary, and how he would be safe and would no longer have to travel from place to place. Why would he want to stay in one place? The world moved so quickly, and new things came out every day. He wanted to protest, but before he could say anything they were gone, and in Salem.
Boring. The first century was boring. Every year he would leave on Halloween, and just make it back with a moment to spare. He was reprimanded for almost missing the portal. After one of these reprimandings he met a dear friend Ririka who became a quick friend.
He didn’t care that he was in trouble for each year. Every year he would almost miss it, and after a century he started missing it entirely. The new technologies! Wars. Famine. The space race. Automobiles, and motorcycles. The telegraph, and then the phone which lead way to the cellphone and computer! So many things the humans made that he would not want to miss. Each year he went through a different portal, and each year when he missed he would run and try to escape. Every single year he was caught, and after many warning he just ended up going to jail. He still didn’t care.
That was until they threatened to not allow him to leave altogether. Depression. He pulled himself away from everyone. Refusing to leave his home. This lead to him being anti-social, and more hardened than he was before. Playing piano, and other instruments, as well as video games caused him to keep his mind from going insane. He was too old for this. His resent for the town was strong, and the only thing keeping him from hating everything was Ririka. His friend who he had talks with often. That and video games.

- Likes:

+Blood mixed with milk
+Super soft beds
+Internet
+Video games
+Music

- Dislikes:
-Loud people
-Crowded places
-Super cold drinks
-Lemons
-When the wifi is down
-Salem's rules

- Other Information:
~Because of the accident years ago his vocal box was crushed and he can barely speak. He prefers ASL.
~Gets excited when people know ASL
~Loves cats, owns 2 one named Flapjack and one named Toast

~Protective of Ririka because she was his first friend in Salem
~Is resentful of the town, and doesn't see how people are happy.

~Yes he knows he's tall don't mention it

~Works out on the regular to keep his physique

~Is into some kinky stuff

Optional Info:

- Song Inspiration: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLNgD5…

- RP Information: EST | Lit preferred Script ok | Discord preferred please

- Relationship Status: Single Pringle

Spoops = 500 for this app