Age: 22
Additional Appearance: Zak has two completely different looking eyes. His right eye was almost destroyed in an experiment, leaving him with a dark red tint, which his eye appear almost black. His other eye was victim to a deformity at birth, turning his iris a blood red color. Because of both of the imparities, his vision falters behind most. As a result, he sometimes wears glasses when alone, but refuses to wear them in public. Due to the fact that his vision is impaired, Zak makes up for his loss of sight by having much keener hearing. He could call you out just by the sound of your footsteps. For example, if he was reading and you approached him, without looking up he could state your name and ask why you've come to bother him. Aside from a few scars on the right side of his face, Zak holds no essence of danger. That is, until he wants to. In a matter of seconds, he can twist his face into the most intimidating, bloodthirsty, wryly expression. As far as piercings go, Zak has one bridge piercing, a pair of 12mm gauges, and collar bone piercings. He does not bare any tattoos, but his scars wear themselves proudly across his chest, arms and upper back.
Outfit and equipment: Zakhar has a simple taste in style. His outfits never vary much from black jeans, black shoes, and a black wife-beater shirt. Going out, he simply throws on a leather jacket. When in battle, he may trade his shoes for boots, and his jeans for cargoes, or just about anything with more storage for weapons and ammo.
Weapon: Simple daggers and throwing knives are Zak's weapon of choice. He chooses mostly to fight with his fists.
Faction: Psi
Power: Human Puppetry: Zak has the ability to control other's movements like a puppet on a string. He can't force the person to speak, use their powers, or change their thoughts. His powers work only with physical movements. He does this using invisible strings of sort. The strings aren't fabricated of physical material, but powerful lines of energy.
Animal: Red Fox
Background: Zakhar wasn't raised in a hell-hole. His mother wasn't into black magic or drinking, nor did she hurt her son. He wasn't poor, but he wasn't wealthy. He had no brothers, no sisters, just a mother and father that cared for him with all their soul. Something had always been off about Zakhar. He hardly spoke, even when questioned. He didn't play with other kids, but instead watch them play, keeping close attention to their movements, and facial expressions. When his mother would ask him if he wanted to go somewhere, he would either walk up and take her hand - indicating yes -, or he would go back to what he was doing, as if saying no. He wasn't sweet, nor impulsive. He never spoke to another child, the most his parents could even get out of him was nothing more than one word answers.
At age 13, his parents were killed in a brutal car wreck. His pregnant mother died first, and soon after, his father did too. Zakhar didn't shed a tear, he just packed a few of his things and watched his feet as he walked to the car that would take him to his new home. He was taken from his home in Russia and forced into an adoption program in America. Upon arriving, the other children had habits of teasing Zak about his small knowledge of English. Eventually, they would turn to violence to try to push past his callousness. They all planned to come into his room late one night, bringing with them pales full of rocks and pebbles. Before they could throw the first rock, Zak had a knife to one of their throats. Without hesitation, he dug the blade into the soft neck of the child, and ripped it across, leaving a line of gushing blood as he fell to the floor.
Zak was labeled as mentally disturbed, and sent to many different facilities to deal with his homicidal tenancies. He sought it his priority to shed blood in every new "home" that they put him in. For years, they locked him in cells, feeding him medication until he could hardly think. He became a lifeless doll. When word had gotten out about the chaos that one child had left behind him, OKARI offered to take him off of their hands, no questions asked.
Personality: Zakhar is far less apathetic than he was before he had turned into a Psi. He prefers reading to talking to people, and smoking a cigarette alone, rather than being around a single person. However, OKARI deemed him socially acceptable because Zakhar's murderous rage comes more so in red-flashes. When he's angered to an extent, he will immediately attack, and stop at nothing to kill his opponent. He acts, however, as a more-or-less decent guy, thought often keeping to himself. He does have a sadistic side, that he flashes often when a fight is sparked, but for the most part, he plays his words with the utter most simplicity.