Background
She grew in Evanston, not too far outside of Chicago proper. Single dad died when she was six in an industrial accident and she did the foster home game for twelve years. Shortly after she turned eighteen and got a decent trust fund from her dad's death, she caught a bad case of the Wolf-Blooded. And in the last six years, she's sopped up an awful lot of learning about ghosts, spirits, wolves, and Ephemerals - learning how to fight them on her terms.
Description
Five-foot-four is nothing to write home about, but something about the way that Misha moves and carries herself lends weight to the idea that she's a predator wrapped in human skin. Features are sculpted, refined, off set by mismatched eyes in light blue and ambery-green. In dim lighting, they flash gold like an animal.
More often than not, she can be found wearing steel toed black workboots, faded black jeans, and a dark tee with a leather jacket atop it. The jacket has cracked painted occult symbols on the back - the classic goat's head pentagram with extra circles layered with different symbols - most of protection. The only jewelry she seems to wear is a broad choker of tightly woven dragonscale chainmaille in stainless steel. Wide enough to almost double as a posture collar, but far more flexible and without the hindrance to movement.
Hooks
Boo! Adept at ghost hunting and chasing.
Things That Go 'Bump' in the Night: Also, actual spirits.
Full Moon Madness: Werewolves gone bad, also a focus.
Witcher: Not just a video game! She likes fighting with swords and taking out monsters.
Contacts
Alex Graveyards are good hunting grounds.
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Logs
Gallery
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Vital Stats
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Full Name:
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Misha Sokolov
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Appears As:
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Misha
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Birth Date:
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March 13th, 1998
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Apparent Age:
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Mid Twenties
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Concept:
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Witcher
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Virtue:
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Courage
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Vice:
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Obsessive
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Pack:
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None yet.
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Tells:
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Tongues Piercing Eyes A Wolf's Meat
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Notable Stats
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NOTABLE STATS
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SKILL
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⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️
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SKILL
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🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
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Soundtrack
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TV On The Radio ~ Wolf Like Me
- Say, say, my playmate
- Won't you lay hands on me?
- Mirror my malady?
- Transfer my tragedy?
- Got a curse I cannot lift
- Shines when the sunset shifts
- When the moon is round and full
- Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish (My mind's aflame)
- We could jet in a stolen car
- But I bet we wouldn't get too far
- Before the transformation takes
- And blood lust tanks and crave gets slaked
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