Sasha West

Basics

Full Name: Sasha Katrina West
Nicknames: Sash, Sashie
Age: 118, but 14 currently by choice
Gender: Female
Species: Shinigami (x)
Sexual Orientation: Closet lesbian
Jobs: N/A

Appearance

Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Curly
Eye Colour: Brown-black
Height: 5'6
Body Type: Slender
Dress Style: Dark gothic-style
Other Features: N/A

Family

Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family Unknown

Biography

History: When Sasha was four years old, she died of pneumonia in her old orphanage’s hospital wing. Back when Sasha was a kid, pneumonia wasn’t so much a disease as it was a certain death sentence. It hadn’t been long until she’d succumbed to death and was buried in the graveyard just a little ways out from her town.

Four-year-old Sasha had been well aware of what had been happening to her, having overheard what the doctors and nurses had muttered when they thought she was asleep. Over the weeks she had been she ill, she had slowly but surely come to terms with death, and welcomed it fully when it came, glad to be freed from her sufferings.

So it came as a huge surprise when she awoke again, lying across her own tombstone. Hadn’t she died? What had happened? She tried searching for people she knew, perhaps a familiar nurse or orphanage caretaker, but found nobody. Instead, she met several other people; they explained to her she was indeed dead, but had been reincarnated into something called a ‘Shinigami’, Japanese for ‘death spirit’, and that it was now her duty to guide other’s spirit’s to be judged in their afterlife.

Sasha settled into her new ‘life’ slowly, slightly resentful at being cheated out of eternal rest for a new less-than-half life guiding ungrateful souls around the place. Older shinigami’s had taught her to shift her appearance to suit whatever disguise she needed to assume to stay unnoticed when among humans. She performs her duties regularly, guiding all those souls to their judgment when the time calls for it – guaranteed, not with much enthusiasm. She has currently taken the form of a fourteen-year-old teenage girl attending Pemberton Highschool.

Personality: Over a hundred years of half-living life has made Sasha a little less than ‘nice’. She’s bitter, mean, snappy, sarcastic and even a little sadistic when she feels it’s right for it. She hates almost everyone she meets, resenting how at the end of their lives, they would get peace and fulfillment when all she got was more and more hardship. She had been forced to grow up quickly, having been made to start her duties almost straight after her death, leaving no time for her to grow up properly and learn the proper human way of things.

She is rarely emotional, and has no regard for rules, regulations and other people’s feelings and thoughts. Sasha gets in trouble (she knows trouble like the back of her hand), but nothing anyone does to her really has effect; what’s one small punishment in the face of the rest of time? Sasha does not like to grow attached to people; she’s afraid that she’ll have to one day let go to allow them to pass on to their afterlife.

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