"I'm literally dead--nothing surprises me anymore."

Name: Sonya Chekhov

Age: Several decades, though he isn't counting--he hasn't visibly aged since he was 24.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heteroflexible (only mostly straight)

Appearance: Eugeniy Savchenko (because I have a self control of none)

Personality: Sonya has a somewhat grim outlook on life, although perhaps that's to be expected, since he's already very much dead. The best way to describe it would be upbeat pessimism; what he says is dark but he somehow manages to be overly cheerful about everything. He doesn't get angry easily, but he does express his frustration with his fists if anyone manages to get him to that point. While he isn't necessarily friendly, he's pretty easy to get along with and he is more on the talkative side as well. He's also incredibly well-adjusted to being essentially immortal.

Likes: Nightclubs--words cannot describe how happy he is that he died after he passed 21. He's fond of most shades of blue and, ironically, he loves (loved) being out in the sun. He likes attention; he likes it when people look at him and talk to him, etc. Since he can't really go out during the day, one of his hobbies has become messing around with his hair, and he's gotten some rather nice, intricate styles out of it.

Dislikes: Blood, actually. Not that he's afraid of it; he just thinks it's too messy, too much of a hassle to obtain, and it smells weird. He doesn't enjoy much physical activity outside of dancing or running. He and animals don't usually get along very well and he has yet to read a book that he enjoys. He isn't a fan of much of anything involving science.

Additional Notes: He's loosely allied with a clan of vampires in New York. He moved there from Michigan shortly after being turned.