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Sasha Volkov

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a character in “The Haze”, as played by BDMystic

Description

Name: Aleksandr "Sasha" Volkov (He prefers Sasha, but doesn't mind being called Aleksandr)

Age: 35 (born 1986)

Gender: Male

Height: 175.26 cm (5'9")

Weight: 76 kg (168 lbs.)

Appearance:
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Clothing: Sasha's apocalyptic outfit consists of dark green cargo pants tucked into military-styled black boots (with an extra comfy pair of long wool socks), with a brown leather belt,which has his gun holster and knife hanging from it. On his torso is a black long sleeve shirt, a dull red button up, a tan leather vest, and a long red scarf around his neck. His coat is a thick, black wool trench coat (a relic from the Soviet era). He has black leather gloves (the right one is finger-less, the left a normal glove modified for his missing fingers), and has a thick black stocking cap. If Sasha must venture into the haze, he pulls the scarf over his lower face and dons a pair of ski goggles. Sasha keeps his coat and hat in his bag, not needing it currently due to the heat from the Haze.

Personality: Sasha is a pretty likable person, able to get along with most anyone. He is fairly soft-spoken, and can come off as shy when you first meet him. Fiercely loyal to those he cares for, Sasha is willing to put himself in harms way if it'd mean their safety. He has had basic military training, but has no actual combat experience.

Other: Sasha is missing half of his ring finger and his whole pinkie finger on his left hand.

Inventory:
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    An MP-446 Viking (9mm with 18 round mags)
  • two spare magazines for his pistol ( 36 rounds)
  • A backpack with 3 cans of food, a canteen for water, a pint of vodka, a lighter, a small gun-cleaning kit, a pair of ski gogles, and 100 ft. length of paracord
  • His dad's old service rifle, an AKMS. It has a folding stock and a 30 round magazine (7.62 mm). He has no ammo for it, so it is technically useless, but Sasha couldn't bring himself to leave it behind.
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  • Sasha's knife is the bayonet that came with his father's AKMS.
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Biography: Sasha was born in Krasnoyarsk to a family of strict military tradition. Every man in his family had served in the army since the czars were still in power. His father died in the Soviet War in Afghanistan when Sasha was 4, so he never really knew his father. When he turned 18, Sasha was drafted into the Russian military, proud to carry on his family's tradition. Unfortunately, during basic training his left hand was severely damaged, and he was discharged. He lived with his mother until she died. Wanting a change of scenery, moved to Moscow to seek a new life. When the Haze hit, Sasha battened down his doors and sealed up his house the best he could. Unfortunately, his house wasn't made to be airtight, and he didn't have enough food and water to sustain himself for long. If he wanted to survive, he'd have to make it to one of the Shelters he heard about before the t.v. went out.

So begins...

Sasha Volkov's Story

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Sasha stood at the door, his pack on his back and his pistol on his hip. The past three days had been a living nightmare. The news reports had painted such a grim picture, and the screams and gun fire outside had confirmed it. Sasha had tried to follow the t.v.'s advice and stay put, but it was no longer safe indoors. His small house was very old, and despite of all of Sasha's efforts, he just couldn't keep the Haze from seeping in. If he waited one more day, the interior of his house would be just as bad as the air outside. He had spent the morning packing and prepping, and now it was it. Time to leave the house.

After tearing down the three blankets he had taped over the door, Sasha cracked the door open and stepped outside. The acrid smog burned Sasha's eyes and throat, blurring his vision and sending him into a coughing fit. It reminded Sasha of teargas. Coughing, Sasha yanked his scarf over his mouth and nose, and dug out his goggles from his backpack. He pulled on the goggles and opened his eyes again. The make-shift face cover helped keep the Haze at bay, but Sasha could still feel it on his skin and taste it on every breath. Once the burning has subsided, Sasha opened his eyes and looked around. It was his neighborhood, and yet it wasn't. A thick yellow fog roiled about, obscuring the world Sasha knew and transforming it into a nightmarish landscape. There were cars abandoned on the roads and sidewalks, the buildings all showed signs of distress: broken glass, boarded up windows, and a few were even burnt down. Sasha could see that there were a few bodies laying about. Some showed signs of being attacked, but most were untouched, their faces bearing the grimaces they wore in death as the Haze claimed them. Sasha shook his head, forcing himself to look away from the dead. He began to walk down the sidewalk, heading east. If the news had been correct, there was a shelter not too far from his home. Sasha just hoped that others had survived as well.