Sasha Bells | Hunter

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✧ Cunning
✧ Brilliant
✧ Well Connected

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Arrogant
✦ User
✦ Self Serving

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Parents: Nikolai and Glassca Bells (Deceased)
Siblings:
+Name: Florian Bells--Younger brother, age 18 (Played by: Ian Sharp)



Other Family: N/A (all other family are unconnected or civilians)
Important Others: N/A as of now.
History:

Somewhere along the line Sasha just stopped caring about the world, and everyone in it. Perhaps it was just in his nature all along, even. From a young age there was just something off about him, like the very core of him was infected with the lack of empathy. He was always the one that would trip the kid that was running by him too quickly on the playground, or would cut off the pony tail of the girl sitting in front of him in class. He was just filled with a sort of darkness that grew right along with him as this underlying influence on everything he did.


His father was a loser of a man. No job, no future, shooting up heroine on the regular and then beating his mother within an inch of her life, something which she protested with almost just as much violence. He grew up watching his parents not only fight, but full on brawl. The line of abuse seemed to casually trick down to him on occasions. He’s get a slap to the face by his mother for doing something vindictive like breaking apart her favorite necklace out of pent up anger, Or he’d get a punch to the side of the head for shaking up his father’s beer before handing it to him.

Sasha wished for a better life. He wanted money, fame, glory. He wanted all the things he believed his backwards family could never provide him with. He resented them all, even his younger brother, for his lot in life. Although his little brother looked up to him. Instead he found himself stealing all the food he would have for that week, along with filching anything else he might need. He became ever skilled at these sorts of things from a young age.

This casual sort of abuse made him just callous and cruel. Whenever he would be left to babysit his younger brother, Florian, he would take the opportunity to act out the things he saw every day. He’d push the younger boy around, smack him, hit him, and sometimes do things like lock him outside on particularly cold or rainy nights.

Growing up he had no knowledge of understanding of the supernatural, but that would change when he turned 16- brother being 8.
There came a day when all of the abuse stopped.

Tempted by the promise of power, and the escape from an abusive household, Florian Bells took the offer given to him by a powerful werewolf, becoming one of them and gaining all the dark benefits of the dark powers
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On the day that this happened Sasha had been at school, only to come home to a gore the likes of which he had never seen. Both his parents smeared across the walls and the floor of their small rundown apartment and what looked…somewhat like his younger brother standing in the center. He was sure he would be killed, but instead the beastly creature that had to be his brother- escaped out the window and into the forest.

Sasha never looked back, and never asked why his brother had spared him, or even managed to. He began looking into the supernatural, hunting artifacts and making a living out of the art of acquiring.


Objects: 

Sasha has been in the game quite awhile now, and over the years he's 'procured' and sold many valuable magical items. Currently he holds two. 
-Item one- Seraph Tesseract: This item is a one of a set of three, there is a 'Daem Tesseract' which hides one against demons, a 'Gorgoth Tesseract' which hides against monsters of all kinds. At one point or another all three of these have crossed through Sasha's hands. The one he currently holds was taken from a very paranoid and very frightened woman by the name of Lillia Andrews. The woman had acquired the Tesseract through uncertain means and was using it to hide herself from the Angels of the Lord. Why? Because she had been honed in on by an angel and was propositioned every night for a years by this angel that tried desperately to convince her to allow it into her body to use her as a permanent vessel. Frightened of loosing her husband (the only family she had) she reached out to every priest in the area until one was able to help her acquire the Tesseract. 


She met an untimely death that happened 'mysteriously'. Of course, Sasha was first on the scene- picked up the magical item, and was gone before much longer. 

-Item two- Necklace of Harmonia


Sasha hunted this item down for a dying woman that was willing to pay out millions for it. He found it inside the lair of a marsh witch that had been using it for centuries to lure hikers into her swamp by enticing them with her beauty.


Luckily for Sasha the old woman that was seeking this magical necklace was paying him in installments through his search, because she died not twelve hours after he had managed to slay the witch and retrieve the necklace. 




Alias: Ezekiel
How did you find us?: RP Hunting.
Experience: 10+ years: mild experience on the forum as of recently.
Other Characters:

+The Angel (Power)- Ezekiel
RP Sample:

The winding road had gone from course to down-right inhospitable. There were potholes every twenty feat, rain water pooled inside that had gone sour and turned to marsh deep enough to swallow half of Sam’s tire up under the murky surface. He pushed onwards through the spray of three day old slush, his car wobbling and rocking like an old ship. It got to the point he couldn’t focus on both the book and the narrowing path, and so he folded up his research and shoved it into the passenger’s seat.







It had been twenty minutes since he had taken the previous left hand turn into the forest, and he had yet to see another sign. The first one had been fairly overgrown, hanging lopsided on a post that was stuck out of the ground like a bent and grizzly finger, it’s nail the unhinged, peeling sign that read “Camp Crystal Lake”. He expected another sign to come up soon, but the way the trees had taken over had him considering that second sign might be tucked away in the wild branches, impossible to find.







He didn’t have to muse about this for very long before events shifted out of his favor, and looking for the camp sign became close to last on his list of importance. He felt something violent thwap against the bottom of his wheels, making the car tip forward on deflated tires and then rock backwards as the rear wheels went over the same obstacle. He tried to re-correct the vehicle but it veered off the path and into the ditch on the side, the marsh and muck particularly thick there. His throat and chin thumped against the steering wheel as he was lurched forward by the sudden stop and he momentarily felt the wind leave him. He gave a choked groan and leaned back against the seat, forcing himself to breath slowly as he steadied himself.







Once he had shaken off the initial shock he wrenched himself out of the car, met by the scent of stale air and mossy wet earth. He bent down to look at his tires, running a finger over the multiple puncture holes that dotted the black rubber. Someone had done this on purpose. He grabbed his pistol and held it at his side while he walked around the car, examining it. All four tires were blown out with the same holes. He turned around and marched back to the road, seeing a long bar of wood crested with nails lying across the entire road. “not good” he said under his breath; Clearly intentional.







He walked a bit further down the path, scanning the tree lines. He didn’t see any other cars. No bottomed out Impala- how had Dean gotten past the nails? It didn’t make any sense. Had they recently been put out onto the road? If so that meant whoever did so could easily be hiding somewhere close by.







Sam put both hands on his gun and aimed in front of him, his focused eyes hawking the area around him as he carefully continued his way down the road. New plan- forget Camp Crystal Lake, find the Impala. The main obstacle now was the fact that light was fading quickly, dusk approaching rapidly with the aid of the trees tall, looming shadows. The path was almost completely canopied at this point, and had he been any later he’d had had an even harder time spotting the faded archway towering above him amidst the leaves [Camp Crystal Lake]. So it seemed Dean might have made it to the camp after all. That [2.5 miles] the marker said. Sam stared at it and exhaled. Time to pull out the flashlight and set in on what looked like would be a treacherous hike to one of the most acclaimed haunted places in North America.







Perfect. He couldn’t help but think back to what he had missed out on for this. A hot meal, the company of a family that actually wanted him there. It was still possible that Dean didn’t even want to see him and to be fair he didn’t even really want to see him- but that was just how things went. They were family. He was always going to show up. Two and a half mile hike or worse, he was going to be there for his brother.



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