
|| Full Name ||
Aleksandr Petrov Niehaus
|| Nickname ||
Sasha for those close, Niehaus for those not
|| Age ||
26
|| Gender ||
Male
|| Role ||
Wildcard
|| Face Claim ||
Zapp Renfro - Kekkai Sensen


|| Hair Colour ||
White
|| Eye Colour ||
Grey
|| Skin Tone ||
Golden Tan
|| Height ||
6â4â
|| Weight ||
195lbs
|| Scars ||
Sasha's golden skin is marred by only a few scars, received from his extensive training. Mostly nicks and scratches from edged weapons including a thin, white whip like scar curving from his left shoulder, across his throat and trailing up to his right ear.
|| Tattoos/Piercings ||
Nothing as of yet.

|| Positive ||
Tenacious - Sasha never takes no for an answer and refuses to be brushed aside with excuses. He will remain calm and collected, but will not give up whatever he's in search of and the longer you put him off his quarry the worse it's going to be for you. He promises.
Persuasive - With a voice that could melt butter and a seductive demeanor right out of an old black and white movie, Sasha is well aware of his talents in this department and does not hesitate to use them. Sometimes a suggestive smile and a murmured endearment is all it takes.
Fearless - It was as if the perpetual daredevil had been born without any natural fear. He'd always been the first to volunteer, to do what the others refused. Sasha figured the only way through the hell that was his life was to play along and play hard. He truly has no qualms about voicing his opinion on any and all subjects regardless of the reaction he might receive and will often be the first to throw himself into the face of danger if presented the opportunity.
|| Negative ||
Vicious - When wounded or he feels as though his back is against the wall Sasha will lash out with destructive force, be it words or in a more physical way. Sasha has a way of finding the perfect way to cut someone's self-worth to shreds and won't hesitate to do so if he feels as though they deserve it. On the rare occasion that he truly loses his temper nothing is safe, including whole city blocks.
Childish - Sasha has tendency to become a bit childish in his worst moments, falling back on teasing, snide remarks and whining when he doesn't get his way. He usually knows that his charm will get him out of any trouble he might get himself into and therefore is consistently reckless, much like a teenager even though he's nearly twenty-seven.
Destructive - To say this would be an understatement. Things just tend to blow up, fall apart or catch on fire when in Sasha's vicinity and he usually has a direct hand in it all.
|| Likes ||
Competition - Dark Movies - Concerts - Asche - Lazy Days - Pasta - Long Hot Showers
|| Dislikes ||
Weakness - Excuses - Failure - Being Crowded - Being Proven Wrong - Lies
|| Dreams ||
That Sirion won't go back on their word. If he can succeed in helping Asche round up the escapees, Sasha will receive his own freedom from Sirion, he hesitates to think about it much for fear of jinxing himself. The thought of freedom too precious to be spoken aloud.
|| Fears ||
That they'll never find the escapees or that if they do find them that Sirion won't keep its promise and he'll live the rest of his life under their thumb. Nothing but a puppet, sent to seek and destroy.

|| Occupation ||
Second in Command of Sirion's Retrieval Task Force
|| Romantic Interest ||
Asche
|| Theme Song ||
Ida Maria - Boogie With the Devil's Soul
|| Biography ||
My story? Hmm, always full of questions arenât you all? Well, as far as I know I was conceived in a lab somewhere in South America where I was carried to term by a paid surrogate who vanished once her job was completed. I was placed in the care of Dr. Niehaus who acted as my guardian and father figure I suppose, he did give me his name after all. Letâs see what came next? England? No, it was Russia. Thatâs where I got the rest of my name.
Anyway, long story short the good doctor went wherever he was needed most, and wherever he went I went and wherever I wasâŠthere were always the tests. They tested my strength, stamina, reflexes whatever you could think of in any way possible. To say that there was pain involved would be an understatement. Sure, I complained to Dr. Niehaus. Once. Where do you think I got this scar? Ah, don''t get that look, I'm fine. I promise...where was I?
Right, when I was seven, maybe eight I received an injection. I didnât think much of it; I was always having my blood drawn and getting shots. The pain, I can barely even describe it to you now. Felt as though I was on fire from the inside out. Apparently I spiked a high fever and was quite delirious; Dr. Niehaus decided to put me into a medical coma where I lay for two weeks while whatever they injected me with ravaged me, changing me in way I donât understand to this day. Soon after I woke up I realized that things were different, I was stronger, faster and dare I say smarter? I mean, Iâd been seriously ill for nearly a month and the day I woke up I was up and about. Just fine, better than fine even.
Soon I was in every test and study Sirion had to offer, treated like an animal while they all stood behind mirrors and watched my shame. I already knew from my life as Niehausâ âsonâ that it wouldnât do me any good to lash out, so I kept on performing for them like a trained monkey. It wasnât until I reached puberty or thereabouts that I realized my true potential. Whoâd have ever thought that my own blood wouldâve become so useful?
While training one day I received sharp left jab to the face , broke my noseâŠblood everywhere. I was so angry I had no idea what I was doing but the torrential downpour of blood pouring down my face was now vibrating away, swirling into the air and with my scream of surprise it kind ofâŠblew up? Surprising to say the least and my jeet kune do instructor wasnât too terribly harmed. I mean I never saw him again, but I definitely didnât kill him. The scientists called it blood manipulation, just my own though so youâre safe. Theyâre not too sure of its limits yet, of course Iâve only got so much blood so testing is sporadic and saved for actual times of need. Itâs kind of strange using my own blood as a weapon, I have to be a bit more careful but I always get the job done.
Iâve been here at the research facility in Switzerland for nearly ten years, came along with Niehaus who thinks I have remarkable potential now that I can use my blood to blow things up. Iâve proven myself at least the tiniest bit trustworthy, I have some freedoms and Iâve made some friends. Sirion likes to use me when thereâs no other option, consequences and damages be damned and I let them because eventually our mutually beneficial relationship will come to fruition.
And I think that's all the time I've got left, plane to catch and all. Hope you heard what you were looking for, wish me luck.

