[Querent] Aleksander Kozlov
Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 12:37 pm
Name: Aleksander Kozlov
Nicknames: Sasha, Sanya
Birthday: August 8th, 1995
Pronouns/Gender: he/him
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Dark blue
Hair Colour/Style: Dark, short, wavy
Skin Colour: Pale but tanned
Clothing Style/Colours: Worn out, comfortable, lots of band tees
Sanya is a mix of contradictions. Somehow, when he enters a room, he gives the impression of great size, while in reality he's only about five foot nine - average at best, with the strength of someone who regularly does physical labor and hits the gym but not the sheer bulk of a bodybuilder.
It's more due to the sheer enthusiasm of his existence: the brightness in dark blue eyes, the alert edge to his square-jawed expression, the playful quirk of his mouth, the teasing dimples that form when his face splits into a massive grin, the comfort in his own physicality and body. His hair is dark with just a bit of a curl that sweeps down over his forehead and into his face, constantly having to be brushed back in a careless, familiar way.
He dresses practically and comfortably, in jeans of various shades that have been worn so often they've gone soft around the edges, sometimes with rips in the knees or thighs, and t-shirts with old band logos or other slogans that have been largely lost to time. Henleys and comfortable shoes. Jackets that have been patched half a dozen times. It could look sloppy, but he owns it.
There is a strong Russian edge behind his voice and his accent, a musicality that transforms familiar words into something more lilting.
Occupation: Sanya can't hold down a job for long, so he works project by project. He has managed to stay on at the St. Raymond Youth Center, primarily running soccer games, for a while. It doesn't pay well, but it's something.
Personality: Sanya is friendly and helpful by nature -- it is, in fact, the core of what he is. He exists to help other people, to fix problems, to take care of evils, and he takes this duty to heart.
One on one, he's happy to talk or not talk, but when he does speak, it's with an honesty that ranges from gentle and helpful to borderline brutal.
Somehow, though, he manages to avoid coming across too goody-goody. Instead, there is a wicked edge of humor behind him, and a self-comfort that doesn't often come with the righteous. He doesn't judge. Usually.
In his day to day life, Sanya's preference is for the physical. He spends time in the gym, sparring, and runs most days. If asked, he'd answer that it's simply to keep himself in shape; in truth, it's a discipline of the body that makes him feel more in control. He is not exceptionally smart. He might not even be averagely smart. But when it comes to his physical form, and the way he moves his body, he has a kinetic intelligence that is one of his greatest strengths.
Backstory: Born near Moscow, he took advantage of the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge and backpack around the world ASAP, at the age of 18. Since then, he's been all around Europe, eventually making his way to the US, and somehow getting lodged firmly in St. Raymond. Before here, he rarely stayed in the same place, but something about St. Ray held his attention...
Stats:
Nicknames: Sasha, Sanya
Birthday: August 8th, 1995
Pronouns/Gender: he/him
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Dark blue
Hair Colour/Style: Dark, short, wavy
Skin Colour: Pale but tanned
Clothing Style/Colours: Worn out, comfortable, lots of band tees
Sanya is a mix of contradictions. Somehow, when he enters a room, he gives the impression of great size, while in reality he's only about five foot nine - average at best, with the strength of someone who regularly does physical labor and hits the gym but not the sheer bulk of a bodybuilder.
It's more due to the sheer enthusiasm of his existence: the brightness in dark blue eyes, the alert edge to his square-jawed expression, the playful quirk of his mouth, the teasing dimples that form when his face splits into a massive grin, the comfort in his own physicality and body. His hair is dark with just a bit of a curl that sweeps down over his forehead and into his face, constantly having to be brushed back in a careless, familiar way.
He dresses practically and comfortably, in jeans of various shades that have been worn so often they've gone soft around the edges, sometimes with rips in the knees or thighs, and t-shirts with old band logos or other slogans that have been largely lost to time. Henleys and comfortable shoes. Jackets that have been patched half a dozen times. It could look sloppy, but he owns it.
There is a strong Russian edge behind his voice and his accent, a musicality that transforms familiar words into something more lilting.
Occupation: Sanya can't hold down a job for long, so he works project by project. He has managed to stay on at the St. Raymond Youth Center, primarily running soccer games, for a while. It doesn't pay well, but it's something.
Personality: Sanya is friendly and helpful by nature -- it is, in fact, the core of what he is. He exists to help other people, to fix problems, to take care of evils, and he takes this duty to heart.
One on one, he's happy to talk or not talk, but when he does speak, it's with an honesty that ranges from gentle and helpful to borderline brutal.
Somehow, though, he manages to avoid coming across too goody-goody. Instead, there is a wicked edge of humor behind him, and a self-comfort that doesn't often come with the righteous. He doesn't judge. Usually.
In his day to day life, Sanya's preference is for the physical. He spends time in the gym, sparring, and runs most days. If asked, he'd answer that it's simply to keep himself in shape; in truth, it's a discipline of the body that makes him feel more in control. He is not exceptionally smart. He might not even be averagely smart. But when it comes to his physical form, and the way he moves his body, he has a kinetic intelligence that is one of his greatest strengths.
Backstory: Born near Moscow, he took advantage of the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge and backpack around the world ASAP, at the age of 18. Since then, he's been all around Europe, eventually making his way to the US, and somehow getting lodged firmly in St. Raymond. Before here, he rarely stayed in the same place, but something about St. Ray held his attention...
Stats:
- Power: 2
- Finesse: 1
- Mind: -1
- Arcane: 0