Sacha ran through the undergrowth of the forest and tried to escape from the tigress's attention. Too many predators around and all of them were confirmed to be bigger and more dangerous species who would easily tower over him. He would need to use his wits to escape a grim fate while trying to capture a sly weasel who seemed to be slippery as an eel.''О чудовий, один з них розумний і небезпечний. Як ніби мені потрібна ще одна котяча в цій гонці ...''

He then took a breath and took out of vial he opened which contained smelling salts to shake off the sleeping gas he might have breathed in. The fox counted his arrows left, which would seem to usually suffice. Except, now wasn't a usual chase, more predators were involved and one was particularly troublesome with his modern gadgets. Also, one used magick which was another loose cannon.

Sacha moved quietly amongst the bushes and even the trees that weren't marked. He knew they meant trouble but didn't want to know what kind of trouble he could stumble into but along the scent of flowers and undergrowth, there was a hint of apple. It was very suspicious as it wasn't the season for apple trees to bear fruits and his sister had eaten the last jar of applesauce she had made weeks ago. This must have been the scent of the prey, but a stronger scent of gunpowder invaded the air. One of these modern and violent folk was around and Sacha didn't like this. Two musky scents of the feline family, one being female but that was as far as he could find. ''this won't be easy...'' Clearly now he was on his guard, the prey smelled like apples and his traces revealed to be smaller than he expected so the felines were competitors but he didn't find any traces of both of them. He could barely track one due to the gunpowder residues floating in the air one of them left around the forest. 'Both are clever, one is female. That must mean the other one is male and must be using the guns. Stupid modern weapons.'' He whispered carefully to avoid detection and snuck up around to follow the apple scent while trying to avoid detection and lastly threw a few alchemical capsules to throw anyone with a good sense of smell on a while goose chase by disturbing their noses enough to mistake an animal scent to the scent of a rotting carcass. ''this should do...'' Needless to say that he didn't stay closes to his capsules once they broke in a puff of smoke.

Name: Brezhnyev
First name: Sacha
Nicknames: none at the moment

Occupation: Assassin/Bounty hunter.

physical information:
Age: 19
Height: 4'1''
weight:100lbs
Species: Fox
Eyes: Sacha inherited a mutation that gave him heterochromia. He has one Icy blue eye like his sister and a violet eye.
Fur colour: Same as is the sister, a silver robe although his changes with the seasons. (From silvery-white to Coppery-amber)
Hair: Sacha usually keeps the sides and back short and the top long.(which cause him too often been seen with a ''man bun''
Scars or Tattoos: Sacha has a scar on the left side of his upper lip.

Abilities and skills:
Born in the wild: Sacha and his sister were born and raised in the wild like their ancestors were. This gave them sharper senses than the average Mobian.

Feral: Sacha is born with sharper claws and teeth than most foxes.

Mystic eye: Sacha inherited a sorcerous ability from his mother as he can sense the presence of magic and spirits around himself but not pinpoint their exact location.

Darkvision: self-explanatory but he can see twice as far in the dark than in the daylight

Archery Mastery: Sacha learnt at a young age how to use a bow and arrows to hunt.
Bowmaking: He has been trained specifically to make bows and arrows.

Alchemical training: He studied under his mother the most basic recipes and formulas from her book of shadows.
The formula list: Scorching arrows, toxin arrows, splinter arrows, Freezing arrows, tanglefoot pellets, alchemical painkiller tablets, various antitoxins(from plant poisons to reptilian venoms)
The recipes list: Detox juice(made from grass and various herbs, drinking this makes the patient instantly regurgitate any ingested poisons and or toxins) Honey based antibiotics, Pheromone-based lures, various mushroom, plants, mineral and animals based poisons and drugs(from fever reliefs to paranoia-inducing effects)

Arsenal: Given that Sacha has the proper time to prepare his various potions, medicines and weaponry he is often equipped with the right tools for the hunting parties he's in. His arsenal usually includes at least three poisons or venoms from various sources and the antitoxins to counter them but given the time and cost production, they are always single dosed. Trick arrows: At least six of them depend and the choices depend on the missions. (read Alchemical formulas for more information.) Apothecary's bag: Sacha always carries a small number of medical supplies like bandages and painkillers and antiseptics. (enough for three light wounds, two lethal or one dire one. Ex: a mean scratch, wound from a piercing or slashing weapon or enough to try to stabilize a dying person.) other than that, the only things he never goes without are his Bow and quiver full of regular arrows and his wood splitting axe.

Likes and Dislikes:  Sacha like the rest of his family were born and raised in the wild, although their methods and tools evolved over time, they all distrust modern technologies as well as strangers. Sacha dislikes loud people but always likes to have some quiet time alone in the forest away from his sister and her lousy familiar. Sacha dislikes most birds of the Corvidae family and sees them as bad omen and annoyances and will avoid them as much as possible. The family is important to him as well as his friends, given he makes one at some point in time.

Hobbies: singing, hunting and woodcarving.

Biography: Sacha was born the eldest child of a monoparental mother in the village of Lena on the eastern part of the old world where he quickly learnt he had to be the man of the family and was trained at a really young age to track and hunt to provide for the family. While his younger sister was under their mother's tutelage to become a witch, he was trained his grandfather to be a hunter. As the family tradition taught them, the males are hunters while the woman speaks to nature and command the forces that the gods may lend them. Both children have been raised to respect and fear nature so one day they would become it's servant and weapons although as the generation passes their mother became the less strict and allowed Sacha and his sister to play together and they developed a sibling bond similar to those of twins due to a magical accident when one day Valentine tried to conjure a spirit she shouldn't have which attacked Sacha and nearly killed the boy. He spent a few days in a coma while his mother and grandmother used the best methods their magical knowledge would allow them too to save his life, which resulted in both children's essence to intertwined and their fate would be closely linked forever.

Ever since the accident, Sacha would feel what his sister would and she would know the physical state of her brother's in at all time. As they grew older Sacha became more distant from his sister even if he sees himself as her guardian. Eventually, the siblings moved out of their village to go venture through the world because of Valentine's curiosity of the modern world Sacha distrusts so much but he couldn't resist and followed her to keep her safe from the world and mostly herself. In the present days, they both live in a small cottage at the forest's boundaries away from Mobotropolis but Sacha spends most of his time away

"Da, da... Like you say, no incidents. We keep it civ..civic?civil? What ever is you said. Yes, Sabine? We keep calm with Lady Viera so father James won't punish you." He said snickering and waved his hand then grabbed the Vodka bottle and pourred four shots. "To friendships, old and new may they last until the end!" The old wolf was happy to celebrate with his newfound friends.

"I did not caught your name. What is it again? I must have forgot. Please , tell me" He asked her politely. "You seem to know me while on the other hand know nothing of you. Could you enlighten me on the circumstances of the first time we met." His memory was still hazy and he raised a hand to beackon a waitress and asked her in his northern accent a bottle of whiskey and one of vodka." you urbans will have the whiskey, I have vodka. Everyone happy, yes?"

"What do you, Kitten is old enough to drink " he said jokingly before stepping inside the establishement and sat at the first table he saw. "Tell me now, what is good here? " he asked his two companions while trying to find a comfortable way to sit on the chair. "That chair will have reason of me.."

"Da, I suppose so too." He replied without thinking too much and slipped into a pair of black pants, a black thank top and a leather jacket. He streched his shoulders and zipped his bangs then tied up his military boots. "I suppose you are ready to go very soon?" He asked before leaving the lockers room as if he just entered the gym. With little to no scratch and in top shape, or at least that's what he looked like.

"Don't tell her I've said that, younglings can inflate their egos too quickly..and Yes, the pub sounds like good idea. Maybe bring along others who drinks... So it can feel like friends" He had a sore mouth and a strong northern accent. He wasn't totally used to the local language but at least he made some efforts. He grabbed the vial and opened it before chugging the dried capsules. "This is natural pain killer..you urban should try. It's a family reciepe..hehe" he tried to chuckle but his mouth was still painful.