Sasha Gremlich
A street urchin roaming around hoping for some sort of a life outside of misery
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A snotty, dirty looking little boy
Right, a question... if we have to put one point into each of the three, that leaves us with two to spend from there?
Sasha Gremlich scurried from one end of the dank alley to the other. This was the one near the pizza parlour, and there were always good scraps to be had. He twitched however, in the evening sunset light. The ground had a certain tremor to it, like a tune of some kind. Slipping out into the street, Sasha gazed around, uncertain of the odd feeling he was getting.
"What is that?" He asked himself, bumping into a passerby.
Thankya Vex. I intend on having my special attack be a sucker punch to the balls. If you don't mind.
Sasha Gremlich crouched as the tremors increased, skittering into a doorway for safety. He peered up at the sky again, unsure of what the hell was happening. "This isn't good..."
Sasha Gremlich turned and bolted, the kkhhhhking booming outwards like thunder in an outward wave. Downtown was destroyed, and Sasha wasn't going to be anywhere near the wreckage.
Sasha Gremlich diverted his momentum away from the screams, nearly avoiding tripping on a man that he nearly trampled. He sped towards the only other direction that wasn't downtown or filled with screaming. He looked backwards, attempting to make out the source of the screams, before more screams started up before him. Just blood and screams, that was all he could make out.