Sasha Kusat [W.I.P.]

Sasha's slender form stands 5'9", sporting long, thin arms with even longer, silky smooth legs. Her hair is shoulder length and exceptionally short, just barely touching the nape of her neck and, by extension, her shoulders. Jet black in color and silky smooth to the touch, she maintains an extremely healthy hair condition -- the same may be said about her pale, smooth skin. Sasha is one who detests wholly flaky, dry skin and goes above and beyond to maintain healthy, radiant and wonderfully pale skin; she believes the dark hair against her light skin attracts men from miles and miles around, all for her to fuck and kill at her own discretion. She sports the typical Arrancar attire of predominantly white clothing with a black trim, supporting the underside of her d-cup breasts, pushing them up quite nicely, exposing their tops. Her shoulders remain bare, as her top is held to her body by a tight zipper running the length of her back. Her top cuts off just above her bellybutton where a large gap exists, showing the tips of her hip bones and the curving v of her abdominal muscles, even dipping as dangerously low to show the beginning of the mound of her crotch, though only slightly. Her pants are as uniform as the rest of the arrancar, however: baggy as hell!

Her mask fragment is extremely well hidden as it merely outlines the rim of her eyelids, seemingly an extremely light shade of eyeliner. Her tattoo exists on her back, opposite that of her bellybutton.

✓ Loyal - Orders are orders; she is not the leader of the Espada nor is she a leader in any sense of the word. Sure, she holds substantial power compared to some of her peers, though that does not give her any right to make any calls. She is an Arrancar. She is tattooed with a number representing her as a member of an organization. She's a tool, used for supreme elimination and destruction. She is a killer. A loyal, cold hearted killer.
✓ Witty - Don't expect her to be too much of an idiot. Her tongue is quite sharp, in fact, and she certainly isn't afraid to give anyone a firm, painful word-whip. Her mind works quick, as does her mouth.
✓ Passionate - The things that she cares about, she really cares about. All of her ideas, all of her allies. Everything she holds dear to her is kept safe by an overwhelming sense of pure passion.
✓ Confident - The boys love her. The girls love her. She's strong. She's powerful. She knows how to freakin' party! What, exactly, does she have to fear, I ask? Absolutely nothing! Supreme confidence, closely resembling (or maybe it is?) arrogance is held firmly in mind at all times.
✓ Enthusiastic - She follows orders with a smile on her face. She doesn't scoff. She doesn't scowl. She'll make even the most boring mission fun some way, some how. Keep the smile on and all will be fine!

X Sadistic - Oh yes. Killing is fun. torture is fun. Blood is delicious! The cries of pain and fear are delectable! Yes, oh yes! Keep at it!
X Merciless - Why? Why in the world would she ever think to spare anybody she fights? If it is a true fight, it is a fight to the death! There is no such thing as long-term maiming. When facing her as an enemy, you either leave her dead body behind, or she'll be leaving your dead body behind. No exceptions. Death is just too fun.
X Slutty - Well, what did you expect? She dresses skimpy and is pretty confident about both her abilities and her performance! Oh, sorry, did I say performance? I meant her looks. Oops. She'll fuck you right up! Or... maybe she'll just fuck you? Or fuck you then fuck you up? Or fuck you while she's fucking you up... You get the idea.
X Sarcastic - "Hahahah, oh really? You're must be pretty fucking smart! I wiiiiiish I could be like you!" Need more be said?
X Uncompromising - Nope, nope. Absolutely not. There are no compromises. If she's given an order, she'll follow that order. Kill a baby? Sure! The mom see's you? She can't do anything? Offer money, property, sex...? No exchanges. What has to be done will be done, no exceptions under any circumstances. There will be no compromises. No promises of a quick death. You'll play the game by her rules unless you can forcibly do or say otherwise. End. Of. Story.

✓ Playing with her, "food."
✓ Rough sex.
✓ Cuts, bruises, gashes and blood.
✓ Green and blue eyes.
✓ Biting. Biting really, really hard.
✓ Scratching people -- all over.
✓ The sound of bones cracking and popping.
✓ The smell of permanent markers.
✓ Explosions and all the chaos associated.
✓ Killing. Mercilessly killing.

X Whiney people
X Holier-than-thou people.
X Untrimmed fingernails and toenails.
X When people sniffle.
X The sound a charging Cero makes.
X Phlegm.
X Unkempt eyebrows and body hair.
X Rough, dry skin.
X Maiming -- her enemies must die.
X Sarcastic laughter.

"A blade almost as beautiful as the owner," Sasha says. The blade in question - her blade - is, to her, the most extraordinary, exquisite and wonderful weapon in all existence! Hanging loosely to her hip by a flimsy little cord of wire is her exceptionally standard katana! Sheathed in a lacquers black scabbard which shines brilliantly in the sunlight is her polished three and a half foot long, slightly curved, blade! The hilt is wrapped in pitch black and faded brown silk, making for a wonderfully comforting feeling when held firmly in the hand! The tsuba is a standard circle guard, made of polished gold.