Sasha~
The young man stepped off of the plane, frowning slightly. As always, he wore dark aviators that sheilded all others from seeing the empty sockets where his eyes should have been.
Granted, he hadn't been born like that. Sasha had been 'abused', for lack of a better word. It hardly bothered him, though.
What annoyed him was the gawking that he recieved as he traveresed any public space, forced to use a cane to get around. He couldn't see the people staring at him, but he could hear them. He could sense their judgment.
In all honesty, he couldn't fathom as to why he had been chosen for this 'Game-A-whatever'. The Russian boy thought that it must have been a simple mistake. Still, Babushka and Ded had convinced him that it would be good to get out into the world. They said that it would be a benefit to experience everything that he could.
Sasha respected and loved the elderly couple beyond belief. He didn't want to oppose the two caretakers, even though he hardly felt a necessity to attend this weird 'kon'. He went, anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Sasha adjusted the bag that was slung over his shoulder, gripped the handle of his suitcase, and then set off towards his already-booked hotel, swinging the cane out in front of him warily.
People were staring. He knew it.
((Fff. I still haven't finished the form for my female character. I'm off to do that now, though. c: She's from Australia.))








