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deeppink, hotpink, lightpink, magenta, mediumvioletred, mistyrose, palevioletred, pink, lightcoral, salmon, rosybrown,

Red
crimson, darkred, firebrick, indianred, red

Orange
coral, darkorange, darksalmon, lightsalmon, orange, orangered, peachpuff, sandybrown, tomato, darksalmon

Yellow
darkgoldenrod, gold, goldenrod, khaki, palegoldenrod, yellow,

Green
chartreuse, darkgreen, darkkhaki, darkolivegreen, darkseagreen, darkslategray, forestgreen, green, greenyellow,
yellowgreen, lawngreen, lightgreen, lime, limegreen, mediumseagreen, mediumspringgreen, olive, olivedrab, palegreen,
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Blue
aqua, blue, cadetblue, cornflowerblue, cyan, darkblue, darkcyan, darkslateblue, darkturquoise, deepskyblue, dodgerblue,
lightblue, lightskyblue, mediumblue, mediumslateblue, midnightblue, navy, paleturquoise, powderblue, royalblue, skyblue,
slateblue, steelblue, turquoise, skyblue, mediumaquamarine, mediumturquoise, aquamarine, lightseagreen,
mediumturquoise, mediumaquamarine, teal,

Purple
blueviolet, darkmagenta, darkorchid, darkviolet, fuchsia, indigo, mediumorchid, mediumpurple, orchid, plum, purple, violet,
thistle, lavender,

Brown
bisque, burlywood, brown, blanchedalmond, chocolate, moccasin, navajowhite, peru, saddlebrown, sienna, tan, wheat,
maroon,

Gray
black, darkgray, dimgray, gainsboro, gray, lightgray, lightslategray, lightsteelblue, silver, slategray,

White
cornsilk, floralwhite, ghostwhite, honeydew, ivory, lavenderblush, mintcream, oldlace, papayawhip, seashell, snow,
whitesmoke, beige, antiquewhite, linen, lemonchiffon, lightgoldenrodyellow, lightyellow, azure, aliceblue
Letters&Numbers




      ა ბ გ დ ე ვ ზ ჱ თ ი კ ლ მ ნ ჲ ო პ ჟ რ ს ტ ჳ უ ფ ქ ღ ყ შ ჩ ც ძ წ ჭ ხ ჴ ჯ ჰ ჵ ჶ ჷ ჸ

      𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜 ℨ
      𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

      𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

      𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

      ค / α в c ם / ∂ / δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω / ฬ x ץ / ч z

      α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω x у z

      ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
      abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

      Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ
      ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

      a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

      A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

      0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 !

      α в ¢ ∂ є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у z

      α в с ḋ ε ƒ ģ h ï ј ќ l ṃ ṉ ø ρ σ ɾ ṡ τ υ ṿ ώ χ ÿ ʐ

      α в c d є f g h í j k l m n σ p q r s t u v w х ч z

      ค ๒ ς ๔ є Ŧ ﻮ ђ เ ן к l ๓ ภ ๏ ק ợ г ร t ย ש ฬ ץ א z

      Ă β Č Ď Ĕ Ŧ Ğ Ĥ Ĩ Ĵ Ķ Ĺ М Ń Ő Р Q Ŕ Ś Ť Ú V Ŵ Ж Ŷ Ź

      ∆ ๒ ς ∂ ∑ モ б サ ⅰ ノ к レ ㎡ и ◊ ㄕ q Я ㄅ ₮ ㄩ √ ῳ � ㄚ z (might be a bit too crazy)

      z ʎ x ʍ ʌ n ʇ s ɹ b d o u ɯ Ⴈ ʞ ɾ ! Ⴁ ƃ ɟ ә p ɔ q ɐ

      z ʎ x ʍ ʌ n ʇ s ɹ b d o u ɯ l ʞ ɾ ı ɥ ƃ ɟ ǝ p ɔ q ɐ



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      ⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

      Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

      ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ




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      Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
      Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
      Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
      ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ
      Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
      Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
      Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
      Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
      Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
      Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
      Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
      Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
      Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
      Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
      Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
      Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
      Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
      Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
      Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
      Ț Ⱦ Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
      Ȕ Ʉ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʮ ʯ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
      Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
      Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
      Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
      Ȳ Ɏ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ɏ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
      Ȥ • ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

      ? Ɂ ɂ ʡ ʢ ʔ ʕ ʖ ˀ ˁ
      Ȣ ȣ ȸ ȹ ʣ ʤ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʩ ɶ ы ʪ ʫ Ӹ ӹ
      љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ



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      ① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳

      ⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇

      ⒈ ⒉ ⒊ ⒋ ⒌ ⒍ ⒎ ⒏ ⒐ ⒑ ⒒ ⒓ ⒔ ⒕ ⒖ ⒗ ⒘ ⒙ ⒚ ⒛

      0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 !

      ❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴

      ⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾

      Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ Ⅼ Ⅽ Ⅾ Ⅿ

      ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ ⅼ ⅽ ⅾ ⅿ



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      ツマシンなバスタドのメデるれはしないだろうりてたもですフクスイワダラテグー。

      ィォッァ じ


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Souji Akio Ishida
Souji, The Ever-Protector Eldest





- - - Souji Akio Ishida
- - - Sou, Big Bro/Brother
- - - Nineteen
- - - Male
- - - Bisexual
- - - Very calm and level-headed.
- - - Protective of his many siblings.
- - - Can be a little sarcastic.
- - - Kind, polite, willing to lend a hand.
- - - Soft-spoken, but fairly talkative.
- - - A little... Absent-minded at times. Tends to lose things.
- - - Can play guitar well.
- - - A bit of a... Heavy drinker, when he drinks.
- - - Doesn't get nervous often, but talks really quickly and gets all flustered when he does.
- - - Never had his own pet, though he's wanted one on occasion. Too much work, too little time.
- - - As the oldest, he has a lot of responsibilities and expectations from his father. He bottles up the stress, exhaustion, etc. that those bring.
- - - Has his own car, a Nissan that his father got at a discount price.
- - - Enjoys playing soccer.
- - - Was never especially close to their mother so the divorce didn't bother him as much as it otherwise might've.
- - - Hasn't been in a relationship for a number of years, since he caught his last girlfriend cheating on him.
- - - Oldest Son
- - - Contaminated Angel



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Makoto Yoshiaki Ishida
The Optimistic Sixth Son, Makoto





- - - Makoto Yoshiaki Ishida
- - - Maa-chan, Koto, or Mako
- - - Fifteen
- - - Male
- - - Homosexual
- - - Optimistic; happy and over-all positive most of the time.
- - - Quite friendly and talkative.
- - - A bit of a slacker at times.
- - - Caring and open-hearted.
- - - Can be quite stubborn.
- - - A talented singer, by all means.
- - - Has a pet ragdoll kitten that he spoils.
- - - Doesn't like cucumbers or onions. He finds them disgusting.
- - - Still hasn't had his first kiss.
- - - Loves chocolate pocky.
- - - Not a big horror movie fan. He prefers comedy or action. Maybe a mix of the two.
- - - Loves his video games.
- - - Was a bit of a momma's boy, and was hurt when she left the family.
- - - Doesn't let others know when he's feeling down. He keeps it to himself and lets it out in private.
- - - Procrastinates more than he should. Then panics when due dates come around and he's not finished. But while he may slack off, he's actually a fairly smart student.
- - - Sixth Son
- - - Contaminated Angel
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Matthew ❝Alexander❞ St. James

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Matt Twenty-one
March 7th Contaminated Angel

Quiet, Thoughtful, Polite, Sarcastic at times, Secretive, Responsible, Distant, Light-hearted but sometimes serious


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While he may tell everyone he's twenty-one years old, there's more to Matt than meets the eye. He was really born in the early 1930's, a mere few years before the start of World War II. The only son of a wealthy family in America, with two older sisters, and parents that tried to keep the three of them very sheltered as the war raged on. In a bad twist of fate they had moved to Britain just before Matthew was born, and found themselves unable to leave once the conflict started. The family kept a low profile, but when London was bombed during The Blitz, it left six-year-old Matt and his eight-year-old sister Marcia orphaned and without a home. Marcia died only a few months later of starvation and dehydration, having sacrificed most of both her share of what food and water they had for her younger sibling.

He wandered for about a week on his own before an fairly young man by the name of Connor St. James came upon him. His home, being on the outskirts of the city, had been spared and was still intact. He took young Matthew with him, unofficially adopting the boy into his family. Though said family only consisted of the one man. The war seemed but a distant tale from inside the walls of the grand home as the boy mulled sadly over the loss of his family. He didn't leave the house for years, until the war was over, and while he didn't often see his new caretaker leave there was food and water enough at all times. Eventually some semblance of peace came to the country and the now ten-year-old male came into inheritance of his parent's small fortune.

Connor became his new father of sorts over the course of the years. Matt ventured into the city about once a week as he became older, and when he was twenty-one he met a young woman whom he developed affections for. It wasn't long after that Connor decided to make his son more officially his... Family. Connor, who turned out to be a vampire from the mid-1800's put him through the painful, gruesome experience of being turned. He was to be kept isolated until the initial overpowering bloodlust subsided, but the woman he loved showed up at the house a couple of weeks later. Unable to stop himself, he killed her and drank her dry, only to realize what he had done and flee Britain, returning to the United States where he had been born.

It was where he stayed, never really settling in one area, getting an education and moving from job to job, occasionally drawing from the funds he had obtained earlier in life. He moved to California about a year ago, making a few friends and... Well, getting rather drunk and having a one night stand one night. It wasn't something he usually did, but once it happened, that was that, it was over. Or so he thought...
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He was perfectly content in the pitch darkness of a dreamless sleep, tangled haphazardly in the covers of his bed as he lay on his side with one arm wrapped around the pillow. He'd been out quite late with some friends the night before, and by the time he sneaked into the house and dropped into bed it was already light in the sky. So the light sleeper had hardly been down at all when he was roused by the sound of his little brother screaming. Seth gave a little groan, rolling onto his stomach and pulling the pillow over his head. Was he surprised? Not really, no. Miguel hated his medication, so this was a fairly usual morning occurance. Surely enough the patter of small feet went past his door accompanied by choked sobs.

The teen's blue eyes came open then blinked hard before he nudged the pillow aside and sat up. The sunlight filtering through the curtains made his head throb and brought his attention to the fact that it ached something fierce. With a slight cringe he stood, grabbed some clothes, and padded out of his room and down the hall to the washroom. He turned on the shower, mostly steaming hot water, before pausing to look in the mirror. ' Nn, I look like a mess... ' Which was certainly true enough. Slightly dark circles under his eyes, hair ruffled and going every which way, eyes partially squinted from the headache and slightly bloodshot. Less than six hours of sleep after a long night before tended to do that. Maybe the shower would help, but either way he was definitely due for an aspirin when he went downstairs...
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xxxSeth Joshua McCaw
xxxSethy, if anything
xxxMale
xxxHomosexual
xxxSeventeen
xxxJanuary 10
xxxLikes
          Music, both listening to it and singing along.
          Reading.
          Cola-Cola.
          Drinking, on occasion. Just don't tell his parents.
          Most animals.
          Sushi.

xxxDislikes
          Pepsi.
          Birds. Horrible creatures, they are.
          Being cold.
          Rap and jazz music.
          Being sick.
          Cigarettes and being around smokers.

xxxFears
          Breaking a bone.
          Losing somebody he cares about.
          Heights.

xxxBiography
          He was born the second of five children in his biological family, his parents a fairly well-off couple known as the Potters. His father a surgeon, his mother a nurse, both worked long hours and got paid well. The only drawback was that they had very little time to spend with their children as a result. Seth and his older brother by one year, Alex, were the ones that were thus charged with taking care of their siblings. Triplets, two girls and a boy, all little handfuls and troublemakers from their earliest days. The two boys were seven and eight respectively when they were born, and being tasked with such responsibility at so young an age seemed to sap the bright childhood from the boys, who had but a single nanny to aid them.

          But they did what any good older brother would do to try and take care of them. Using the internet as a resource they quickly learned how to make formula and prepare food properly while the nanny dressed and changed the children. Their parents were gone before they woke up and home after they went to sleep, but as time wore on they seemed to spend even less time at home. The nanny was eventually forced to leave the children alone some days and get a second job to try and support them, as the parents were sending less and less money
          their way, almost as though they were forgetting they had children at all. By the time the triplets were two, Seth and Alex nine and ten, it became apparent that that was exactly what their parents were trying to do. They'd bought a little house elsewhere and were determined to forget the hectic responsibility that came with raising five children, three of them under four.

          Their nanny had child services called in once she found out. They took the five kids and separated them into foster homes, the young triplets being put together, while Alex and Seth went to another family entirely. They spent about a year in the home of chronic smokers that paid less attention to them than they'd been getting before. When he was twelve Alex decided to run away, bringing Seth with him. In a cruel twist of fate the older boy was hit by a car while crossing the street in the pitch black of night, and he died in hospital later that day. Seth was again moved to another foster home, though he was officially adopted not long after.


xxxPersonality

          Friendly, outgoing.
          Cheerful, upbeat.
          Teasing, joking.
          Caring.
          A good listener.
          Easily embarrassed.

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The Overworked Television Producer •• Wesley Lowell Croft •• Twenty-four •• Bisexual •• Steel Blue •• Contaminated Angel



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Wesley.Lowell.Croft

------------Wes


              playing my part well;;
              The Overworked Television Producer

              i got candles on a birthday cake;;
              Twenty-four on March 21st

              i`m lookin` at those;;
              Guys, some girls...

              this isn`t really acting;;
              hard-working || playful || organized || stressed || upbeat

              very sincerely signed;;
              Contaminated Angel
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      Hey, my name is Asher Tyson Croft.

      But you can call me Ash. Call me Ashy and you're dead.

      I'm Seventeen.

      I'll be Eighteen on May 27th.

      I'm a Male.

      I'm interested in learning
      - High School Introduction to World Literature
      - Photography
      - General Biology I & II
      - Boy's Soccer
      - Cartooning/Animation
      - Computers
      - Basic English I & II


      I find myself to be Not quite what one would call friendly. He's snarky, sarcastic, and at first impressions more than just a bit of a jerk. He can come off as cold and uncaring, though like his brother he has very... Confused morals. As children he would take things when no-one was looking while Aiden distracted them. He doesn't let people in easily, but those that he does he tends to be quite protective of. Surprisingly enough, he can be a bit of a romantic, if he feels up to it.

      I hate Loudmouthed idiots and people who let themselves be walked all over, among many other things.

      But I love Listening to music and taking photos.

      A crush? Absolutely nobody, with very little chance of changing in the near future.

      I'm good at Keeping a handle on his emotions and, sadly enough, taking things when people aren't looking. It's a bad habit.

      But not at Expressing how I feel or dealing with crying people.

      And I see I Don't Care by Apocalyptica feat. Adam Gontier as a sorta theme song for me

      You'll find that through my life Asher and his younger twin brother, Aiden, grew up in a bad environment. Their parents were constantly in debt and spending more money than they had, and when Katheryn ended up getting pregnant with two boys, things went down the drain. Her husband Mitch, already an abusive drunk, became vicious and loathed the thought of having children. But she gave birth to a pair of boys regardless of what he thought, determined to love them and raise them properly.

      Unforunately for her that feeling didn't last very long.

      After only a few years, when her babies were four years old, she had had enough of Mitch and decided to leave to find a better life elsewhere. Mitch was left with two troublesome young boys and, unsure of how to take care of them, all but left them to raise themselves. He went out to find a job to support them, and once he was hired as a janitor at a big name local office he was rarely home. Asher and Aiden took care of themselves as best as they could at such a young age. It was hard, however, as whenever their father was home he insisted on drinking himself into a hazy stupor. He would constantly yell at his children to take out his anger and stress, even going so far as to occasionally hit them.

      The years went by, and things went from bad to worse. Mitch became more and more violent as he was forced to take a second job to try and pay off his debts and stay out of jail. Asher's brother, ever the little trickster, seemed to insist on doing things that would set the man off. Hiding his alcohol, taking money from his wallet when he wasn't looking... As a result, the man was almost always angered with his twin, and in attempt to protect him from the beatings Asher would take the blame for them. As they aged the boys learned to start spending more time away from home. They didn't have many friends, preferring to stick with each other than to branch out at all, and by the time they were ten they had been in quite a large amount of trouble. Taking candy from convenience stores, opening packages and taking things from them in the mall... On the occasions that they were caught, because of their age they were simply let off with the metaphorical slap on the wrist and a warning. After one such warning when they were twelve the police drove them home from the station to the wrath of their father.

      Drunken and angry he threw a fit, throwing whatever he could reach at either child. Lamps, remotes, plates, glasses... The commotion drew the attention of the neighbors, and it wasn't many months afterwards that child services took the boys from their parent.

      After that, their rough upbringing had them being sent from foster home to foster home, never in one place for very long. They would take money from their foster parents, vandalize their homes, and generally act out. If they didn't get kicked out of the home first, they ended up kicked out of whatever school they were in and forced to relocate anyways.

      Asher, for one, ended up spending more time on the streets than he did in a home. He became a member of a small, no-name gang when he was fifteen. They never did much; small robbery, extortion, even the occasional assault. But he was sick of the lifestyle a mere year later, which was when he attempted to back out. His 'peers' didn't take it very well, and he ended up in the hospital that night as a result of a number of stab wounds that ended up scarring. After that, he never heard from the gang again.

      The twins turned seventeen, and by that point the government had had enough with trying to move them around. They helped to get the boys on their own feet by setting them up with an apartment and getting them part-time jobs. They helped pay roughly half of the rent, food expenses and bills while the two started at a new school.

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