Sasha R. Ulrich (Finished)
Dec 12, 2014 12:01:31 GMT -7
Post by Sasha Ulrich on Dec 12, 2014 12:01:31 GMT -7
SASHA ULRICH
| NAME Sasha Riena Ulrich ALIAS Rye (Yes the bread nickname given by her closest friend Markus AGE 23 DATE OF BIRTH 04/14/2560 GENDER Female | PLAY BY Mary Elizabeth Winstead SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Thief, Mechanic (More like a hobby) PLACE OF BIRTH Born: Regina Current Location: Beaumonde |
HEIGHT
5’9"
WEIGHT
135 Lbs.
HAIR
Long, light brown. Cut into long layers, with a slight gold tint. Worn down.
EYE COLOR
Light chocolate brown with a slice of green in her right eyePHYSICAL BUILD
Curvy but lean.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Dual Dragon tattoos, and Geisha.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
N/A
CLOTHING STYLE
She is usually dressed in a worn short leather jacket, which she often covers in an unassuming gray shawl around her neck. Around her waist, her overflowing leather tool belt cinched at her hips, and underneath are black tights and surprisingly comfortable but equally un-astounding brown knee-high boots. And Black fingerless gloves.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Sasha's personality is utterly void of any doom or gloom. She is utterly eccentric. She never fails to find a joke in any situation; and is more often than not, overly sarcastic, a habit which has landed her considerable ire from those who don't appreciate her particular sense of humor. In short, she is incredibly kind, (if incredibly curious) incredibly flirtatious, (though her particular brand of "charm" works in fewer cases than she'd like) and incredibly self-reliant. Most of the time anyway.
Charismatic- When she talks, it's hard not to listen and that's because she always leaves out the boorish details or finds a way to make them sound interesting. She's terribly persuasive and would make a good merchant if ever she was one. When it comes to lying, she is impeccable, leaving no loop-holes for anyone to track the truth without some backbreaking work on their part.
Enthusiastic- When she does something, she does it with passion and nothing would make her happier. Sometimes, her enthusiasm might make her a little brash in her decision-making and she forgets about considering consequences in the long run. Sometimes she is even overly enthusiastic, seeming gullible and naive and younger than she actually is. All in all, she has the exuberance of a playful puppy.
Fun-loving- If it's tedious, Sasha will make it fun just because she gets bored easily and nothing else is her worst enemy but boredom. She is the life of the party and everyone knows her that way. She's a daredevil as well, taking any challenge to heart. Dare her to surf down the stairs on a flattened cardboard box in front of everyone and she'll do it without charge. She isn't afraid of embarrassing herself if she has fun doing it.
She is really proud of anything she's accomplished, going from something she's built, or to anything that she had thrown together in the galley that could call "food". She occasionally harbors dreams of being a great hero and Captaining her own personal ship through the 'verse at her own whim, but realizes that dream is rather obnoxiously naive and hopeful. She doesn't like fighting (mostly because she loses) and she hates to lose and will push herself harder to beat her opponent the next time. She absolutely hates when people simply tell her to do things without giving some explanation either before or after the fact. She also hates people who always take themselves too seriously and will do her best to knock such a self-important person down a few pegs if she can get away with it.
| FATHER Peter-Montgomery Ulrich MOTHER Ayame-Selene Ferrex SIBLINGS Brother, Hasn’t seen him in a few years, (suspected to be dead.. but she doesn’t believe it) OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES N/A | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None as of the moment… CHILDREN N/A OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS N/A PETS N/A |
Riena ventured forth into the dimly lit bar. "Carrion-House" blazed in bright lights on the outside. Removing the large hood that covered her face relived to let her become accustomed to the room, Her eyes trailing around the room, taking in all the people. She smiled to herself as she took a seat at the back, and waited to order a drink.BACKSTORYSasha grew up in a poor family on Regina although they were never poor enough to have to work in the mines. Instead they managed to scrape a living by transporting the Alliance's shipments of Pescaline-D to the places hit worst by Bowden's malady. Unfortunately her father contracted Bowden's and was found to be allergic to the Pescaline treatments. Once he passed on, Sasha vowed that she would not waste her life in the mines, even if she had no other options and quickly assumed her father's place in the shipping business. Unfortunately she wasn’t as well skilled like her father in the art of negotiation and harder times had befallen her and her brother. While shifting though her father's stuff, looking for things to sell, Sasha found her father's brown leather coat. It was obviously well worn, but she had never seen it before. Convinced her father was a Browncoat sympathizer, Sasha took the coat, along with a tool kit she stole from school, and ran away from home determined to join up with the first ship she found. She ran away and never set foot on Regina again. The planet was too full of harsh memories for her tastes. Sasha has since spent the past six years living as an independent, learning an appreciation for parlors, (and the Gentlemen and games therein) innocent folk, and mechanics.
She spent a long time bouncing around the core planets, looking for work. For two years she worked with mechanics and inventors. Earning her way by stealing parts. She found that her adept hands is what brought in the money. But just barely earning any money.
She ended up moving around a lot, but after a year of barely making ends meet. Eventually, she scraped together enough money to move to Beaumonde. She found a niche. Thievery, She was good at it, and anything shiny with a price would be in her possession in no time.
Electronics, and spare parts are her specialty, and she has a potentially unhealthy relationship with them. They brought good money, but it wasn’t a steady income. She then decided she would need to find a home, on a ship.ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"I want something strong, and delicious" she said with a mischievous smile.
Salamander sauntered through the town. His kit and gear were safely tucked away and his wallet was nestled where pickpockets wouldn't find it. So he side stepped a rush of youths being chased by a member of the previous generation with nary a care.
The heat wasn't a bother to him, his suit was wide open and caught the wind. His hair was slick and the goatee he'd been working on was finally flourishing. Having it fried off by an exhaust flare wasn't as unpleasant as it sounded.
The bar, Carrion-House, seemed to draw his attention; Probably the name. He wondered if their specialty food involved road-kill. It would NOT surprise him. He took off the black brimmed hat that had adorned his head and held it at his side. The switchblade concealed in top of the hat remained unmoved.
He moved into the bar, his eyes catching sight of a woman across the room, he shot a smile in her direction, and took a seat on one of the cleaner stools at the bar.
He waited for the bartender, an older man, to make his way before he held up his hand, his index finger and thumb near an inch apart. "Whiskey, please."
Sal has been whittling at his whiskey while the woman was well past wetting her whistle. He found the display a bit humorous. He couldn't tell if she was just faking it to draw in marks. He'd used that trick once or twice.
Trick or not, it was working; A man who looked far less reputable than any man present was making his way toward her.
"Goddess give me strength." Sal pinched his nose and held his hat in one hand his other hand inside of it. He had laid down the plat chips for the drinks and moved toward the woman.
"I think you've had enough for the night." He said. He didn't move. He wasn't going to startle her if he didn't need to.
Inside his hat, his hand was ready to draw out the knife and slash at the man's throat.
Her eyes slowly started to droop, her vision slightly blurred. Riena was knocking back drinks like nobody's business. Making the best out of her short stay was her reasoning. She was down three already, they were a lot stronger than she remembered.
"I'va neverr, .....not..iced...hoow, softsh-" Riena lolled her head back against the soft plush seat for a second. "-hoiw, soft...thish chaiur ish" She spoke out loud. Running her fingers around the plush velvety fabric, fascinated by it's texture. Riena's face was obviously flushed red, and a goofy smile plastered on her lips. Lazily she lounged in her booth, feet propped up on the table, jacket removed, and stature relaxed. Along with her hair, in slight dishevelment. Her booth faced the bar as she got a good view of the patrons entering, and exiting. A couple of them who showed up she noticed and kept a drunken eye on. She couldn't see their faces. But she could change that.
Riena brought her head back up, too quickly for her liking, and suffered a bit of a veritgo. "Whoaaa.......-" She giggled to herself and feigned covering her mouth. She suddenly shot up a hand with her empty glass and shook it wildly.
"Bar...bar..bartenderIneed...I..need anotehur.....drank!" Riena looked around the room, with a smile. "Anny.......anywun..else wan drink?" She stood stumbling, as she sauntered towards the bar, empty glass in held lazily in her hand, stumbling every now and then. A Large group of goons, who had seen better days eyed her from their corner of the room, one of the goons, who seemed like he too had a little too much to drink, stood and displayed a devilish smile, And started towards her.
She stopped abruptly, face hitting a body. Stumbling back a bit, she looked up at who she ran into. Slightly swaying back and forth. Riena smiled with all her might. She looked down at his hand, a hat held in it. Looking back up at him, she blurted out loudly. Almost enough for the whole bar to hear. "Well....HULLO..HANDSUOME...."
Extending her right hand and leaned into it. "An...whaut, would bae your naume?" She laughed and began to speak. "aye, Mysalf....is Riena..plasure....to meetcha" Rienadidn't wait for a reply, but continued past him, grabbing his hat and plopping it atop her head, and sauntered over to the bar keep. He himself was the biggest brute in the whole joint, went by the name of Krayden Vega he leaned over the bar, and laughed as Riena approached. He took out a small glass and filled it with ice water. He held out the glass and spoke with a thick Irish accent "I do think the genel-man is right young'n, I'm gone have to cut you off"
Riena scrunched face, and tipped the "borrowed" hat, and turned on her heel back towards the owner, with intent to give it back, when she got close enough stumbling all the way, and tossed it his way, And headed back to her seat in the back. "I'll be sure to let Seraphim-Horrows you miss her!" she smiled knowing how much he was in love with the Madam. Vega turned a bright shade of pink.
Riena was thoroughly enjoying herself, drinking, being merry. And teasing Krayden. Just like old times. She sauntered back over to her little booth, side stepping groups, and people. Sliding around and ducking. Riena almost made it half way back to her original seat when she turned her head toward oncoming steps. She watched a newcomer, Tall, lean, and with oh so dreamy dark eyes. Riena practically drooled on herself, and he was heading in the same direction as her she noted.
Tripping on herself, and more than likely someone who she rammed into, she fell forward flying into a table of burly men, and onto their card game. She laid there stunned, and propped herself up on her elbows, and laughed hysterically, she apologized profusely. "Oooh, Goodness...I'msosorry, Something-...Someone must have distracted me"bringing a hand to her embarrassed, drunken face.
Sliding off the table crashing bottles. and glasses onto the floor. She could hear Krayden's annoyed sigh from across the room. She stumbled some more using arms and shoulders as a means to steady herself. "Thank you...boys, Maybe I'll play a round with you next time"
"I'll...just try and find my...seat" she mumbled. walking back over to her booth, and flopping herself onto the long seat, rolling around on it a bit. Legs hanging off the edge boots almost touching the ground. Raising her arms up from half way under the table she yelled out, "Kraaaayden!!KRAYDEEEEEN!....where's my DRRIIINK?"
Sal had been surprised when the woman snatched his hat from him. Though his switch blade was hidden in his hand, and had found its way into his pocket. He moved in the woman's wake, as if to catch her should she fall..... but he really just wanted his hat back.
Part of being a gentleman was dressing the part...
When she tossed the hat in his direction, he caught it; and snapped it back on his head. Knife still in his pocket.
He watched as the woman strutted about, a smirk on his face. Whatever she was doing, it was entertaining.
When she finally found a place to park her rump, he moved toward her and sat down. "This seat taken?" he asked, already there.
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