Name: Nasha. Just Nasha
Nickname(s): Nasha hates nicknames.
Age: 24
Race: Wolf boy.
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Physical: Several years of eating nothing but ramen noodles and other cheap food will pack on the pounds, but somehow Nasha manages to keep from gaining too much weight. Nasha stands at about 6’3” with shaggy black hair, the same color as his wolf ears and tail. He’s not thin, fat, lanky, or bulky… he’s pretty much average.
Siblings: He disowned his family. As far as he’s concerned he has no parents or siblings.
Personality: Nasha is a realist. At least, that’s what he calls himself. Anyone else would call him a pessimist. The only time he doesn’t look grumpy or look like he’s about to kill someone is when he’s working at the gas station because his manager threatened to fire him if he scared off another customer again. If anyone he deemed worthy came along then he’d be more than happy to be… well, happy. Until then he’s content with being a stick in the mud.
Short Bio: Nasha grew up in the slums of the city, spending his time either sleeping on the floor or wandering around aimlessly outside. Many times he skipped class to hang out with the wrong crowd, getting into drugs and alcohol for a short time. He eventually broke ties with bad people but was forced to drop out of highschool. Nasha eventually got his GED but to him his life is already ruined. So for now he bides his time working, still figuring out what to do with the rest of his life.
Favorite song: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage the Elephant
Random Fact: Just like any man or dog, a good way to Nasha's heart is through his stomach. He's a sucker for a good home cooked meal.
