Heya kid. What's yer name? *A girl with medium length brownish-black hair that's braided into two pigtails smiles at you* My name is Alexandra Ganina, but don't even -think- about calling me that. *speaks with a slight Russian accent*

Do ya got a nickname? Wheah'd dat come from? Yeah, I go by Sasha. It's a nickname for Alexandra.

How old are ya? When's yer birthday? I'm 15. My birhtday is March 19, 1885

Fer dose a' us dat's blind, ya mind describin' what ya look like? *smirks* Well, I wouldn't describe myself as drop dead gorgeous, but I'm not bad looking. *is actually very pretty, but too modest to say so* I have medium length dark brown hair that I keep tied into two braided pigtails, and I have very light brown eyes so they're sort of an amber color. I'm not all that tall...but I'm not short either. I'm only about 5'5". I always wear black pants, and a brown plaid shirt, and my boots. *is also scrawny from malnutrition, but doesn't bother to tell you that since you can clearly see for yourself*

What kinda personality do ya got? Most people describe me as nice. I get along with people, and can be extremely funny at times. I'm sort of quiet when I get into an uncomfortable situation, or I'm in a room with a lot of people in it. Most of the time, though, I'm right at the center of things. And don't think I can't hold my own in a fight, I'm also extremely tough when I need to be.

What was ya life like befoah ya came heah? Well, it wasn't all that different. I was born in Russia, and lived there with my parents until I was about two or three years old. We fled the country because of living conditions, and such....they weren't healthy or tolerable, so my parents decided to at least try to get me out of there and raise me in a free country where we would be provided with food and shelter. We arrived in New York Harbor after a while of being on the ship. My parents found an apartment for us to live in, and got jobs at a local factory. Then when I was only um...seven years old, I think, they died in one of those factory accidents. I went to an orphanage somewhere in Brooklyn, and the caretaker there was abusive. I stayed there for a few years until I was about ten, then ran away and I've lived on the streets ever since.

Ya've got friends, don't ya? Who are dey? Well, living on the streets all these years I never really bothered to make any friends. Everyone here is nice to me, and I hope I can be friends with all of them...most of them, at least. I don't like having enemies.

Ya got a significant otha? *shakes her head* No.

Anythin' else we should know 'bout ya? No, but if you want to know anything I'd be more than happy to tell you. *smiles and walks off*