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Posting color: #009900
Upon the unironed sheets of Asher's bed lays a rusty-green colored journal adorned with a simple green shamrock. It seems to be overloaded with thoughts, song lyrics and even crude charcoal drawings...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:09 pm
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Life Events
OOC-
2/05/13 - Received Asher as a birthday present Asu custom from Cheltsie! Thank you, I love you! <3
2/05/13 - Journal set up begins!
IC-
2/05/13 - Do you mind telling me why everyone thinks my parents aren't coming back? They will. They have to. I believe in them! They would never leave me! I will wait for them forever, even if it kills me!
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:19 pm
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Asher
Name: Asher
Nickname: Ash, Ashi, Ashy, Ashvin, Ashwin, Sher, Sherwin
Sex: Male
Age: 12
Stage: Child
Item: Irish Setter Plush
Height: 5'3"
Eyes: Emerald green
Hair: Bright red
Skin: Porcelain ivory
Style: Hoodies, jeans, loose, comfortable, simple
Commonly known facts: Asher denies his abandonment and shuts out all information pointing to the death of his parents. He likes to be around others like himself, I.E. Angels. He has an odd "sense" and tends to be able to pick up on spiritual energies easier than others. He's a ghost magnet, which he abhors. Don't mock anything Irish, English or remotely Gaelic/Celtic around him or you'll be smacked.
Hidden facts: Though he is young, he identifies as bisexual and has a preference for boys. He is easily depressed and can be moved into rage very easily if provoked. He hates being lonely and will cling to anything that moves for warmth and attention. He cries alone all the time. He has an obsession with foxes and wants to own one as a pet one day. The movie Brave makes him incredibly happy and optimistic.
Overall Personality
Asher is the type of person that reacts to his world in extremes. He's very sensitive, depressive and emotionally volatile in everyday scenarios. He can be very happy and optimistic one moment and be ready to end his life the very next second. His ability to work through his issues all depends on his environment and how others react to his "fits." It's best to approach him with unconditional love and open mindedness.
On the good side, Asher is a sweet child that only wants the best for himself and others. He prefers to stay out of fights and only argues if he has been argued with first. He's about as loyal as loyalty can be defined and only backs away from someone if they have ripped him to shreds. There are a lot of days where Asher feels level with his emotions and can enjoy his life as a normal person would, which is when he is the most vulnerable to attacks by others.
On the other side, Asher is a fuse box constantly on the fritz. He hates you, he loves you, he wants to be close to you, he wants to beat the ever living ******** out of you. Sometimes the light is on, sometimes he's as blind as a bat. If the current situation is incredibly troubling for him, you'll find that he'll resort to "scare tactics" in order to flee. He'll scream, distort his face and act like a psychopath all in hopes that he'll scare you enough to leave him alone. If this doesn't work, then the fists will fly.
The Good
Good - Asher's a good kid. He always tries to work towards what is just, right and best for himself or others.
Loyal - Once you have Asher on your side, you have him until you completely destroy him. He's like that beloved dog that will do everything and anything for you until you beat him, starve him or verbally humiliate him.
Kind - By default, Asher is a good natured, kindly person. He doesn't like to start fights or get involved with them unless he has to. He treats you as his friend until you prove him otherwise.
Complimentary - Asher is a natural flatterer, but never for dishonest reasons. If he really hated how you did your hair, you'd probably never hear it from him. However, if he likes how you look, he'll say so.
Proud - This isn't exactly confidence, nor is it boasting, but Asher has a degree of pride in himself and others that he tries to keep. Be it pride in his handiwork or pride in the milestones that his friends reach, he'll wave an invisible pair or pom poms and mutter his praises with a smile.
The Bad
Volatile - While he can be sweet, Asher is no pure sweetheart. His mood swings are always caused by some outside force and can be for the extreme good or the extreme bad. If you happen to set him off, the best thing to do is leave him alone until he can sort it out on his own.
Depressive - Asher's moods are always laced with a level of depression. He'll start crying at random, ramble endlessly about how much he hates himself, and may even try to take his own life. Always hug him during these types of fits, that usually helps distract him.
Stubborn - You're not going to get me to do that. You're not going to move me anywhere. You're not going to do that to me without a fight. F-ck you, f-ck you. If he doesn't want to do something, he's not going to do it.
Panicky - Asher has a huge panic attack button that goes off whenever the hell it wants to. He doesn't even have to be afraid of something. It could be an old memory that comes up from the grave that sends him into a frenzy. Pulling him close and getting him into a safe place usually helps.
Clingy - At his worst, Asher is a huge clinger. He doesn't care who you are or if you don't want to be clung to, if he needs to sob into your sleeve in order to recover, he's going to do it.
Pastimes
Singing - Asher has a beautiful voice. He likes to sing folk music and country music.
Cooking - Asher has a flair for cooking. His favorite dishes to make are Shepard's Pie, pizza and anything with beef, leeks and onions.
Playing the guitar - Asher adores the sound of the guitar and will protect his acoustic guitar with his life. If you ask him to play for you, you will make his day.
Astrological Signs
Pisces/Aries cusp
Elements: Water/Fire
Ruling planets: Neptune/Mars
Symbols: The Fish/The Ram
Stones: Bloodstone/Ruby
Life Pursuits: To avoid feeling alone and instead feel connected to others and the world at large/The thrill of the moment
Vibrations: Erratic Energy Levels/Enthusiastic
Secret Desires: To live their dreams and turn fantasies into realities/To lead the way for others
Description:
Mysterious and alluring individuals, most Pisces are extremely talented, but even though they are gifted in many ways, they still manage to spend most of their lives battling "confusing" conditions. Pisces is the sign symbolised by the image of two fish. Their symbol depicts one fish heading upward, the other pulling downward. This mirrors how Pisceans are frequently torn between two pathways in life, or actually do live two very different existences at the same time.
The number 2, is a very powerful number for them. This zodiac sign is acknowledged as being the Saint and the Sinner rolled into one; the trendsetter of fashion or art, the lost soul, the philosopher and the psychotic and the visionary. As a credit to them, considering their many vulnerable characteristics; Pisceans are incredibly adaptable and resilient. They are to be found leading the field in many diverse areas of life and many Pisces can be found represented amongst top business millionaires. On the other side of the coin, prisons, reform schools and all kinds of institutions statistically hold a high number of Pisceans too.
The Piscean's inner quest to explore their "ivory tower" syndrome can lead them into some most unusual and unlikely living conditions. Of all the signs of the zodiac, Pisces are the ones who end up in the most muddles over the years of their lives. They fantasize about situations, people and particularly romance - and because they spend so much time in their own form of 'fantasy land' this can catch them short in other more worldly areas. Because of this inner world of fantasy, Pisces people seldom perceive whatever is going on around them in its true light. They see life instead as they want to see it, coloring their view of the world in hues and tones far removed from its true reflection. No wonder this is the sign of both miracles and disillusionment. If you are a Pisces, be warned your emotions are a weak spot.
One thing that plays havoc with your life is romance. When things romantically are going well for you, you are on cloud nine. When romance turns sour you land in a heap. Pisces often need to take lots of holidays (or time off) to recover from life's many diverse pressures. You are the zodiac's most sensitive sign, so you need to take extra special care of yourself. Nobody can beat you up, as much as you can beat yourself up within your own mind. In your purest form you are psychic, visionary and a guiding light to all who know you. But, in your "out of tune" state, you become depressed, obsessive and confused.
Aries are fire signs and those born under this element are regarded in astrology as adventurous, active and outgoing. It won't matter where you go or how remote or unusual it is - from the Outback to the Antarctic - you can be sure that an Aries has been there before you (or at the very least you will meet one along the way!) Aries is a uniquely naive sign. Although they are independent, outgoing and assertive they are also surprisingly trusting, often innocently walking into the lion's den at times. No matter what upheaval, challenge or triumph they confront - an Aries has a wonderful ability to bounce back. Their faith in life and the future remains untouched by hardship. Their gift is that they are always children at heart and the world is always a magical place for them. Many famous sports people are born under this sign. Aries is regarded as the most physical sign and because of its Mar's rulership; it is also one of the most highly charged masculine energy signs in astrology. No wonder women born under Aries are forceful, dynamic and aggressive, and as a result these Aries women frequently find themselves with dilemmas surrounding their romantic relationships. For them, a man has to be a 'real man' to deal with an Aries woman, otherwise she intimidates him. And conversely for the Aries male, a woman has to be a real woman to deal with him, because he is looking for many balancing component traits (his true feminine side) in his partner. She has to run the gamut in his support system, from the Aries man's best friend, true companion, through to his muse, and yet she must never ever answer him back!
Therefore Aries can be a confusing sign because there is a complex combination of very strong masculine and feminine expressions all combined together. Because of the male energy surrounding it, when a woman is born under Aries, it creates some of the most interesting women in the world, women who are adventurous, independent and have competitive natures. It also tends to make them very forthright.
But whether male or female, Aries people are 'doers' rather than 'talkers'. They are the impulsive, act first, ask questions or have doubts later, sign of the zodiac. That's why their lives are often filled with many dramas and sometimes even accidents! Their ability to live life close to the edge provides them with a wealth of 'real experience' to call upon. When an Aries person talks about something or somewhere they've usually done it or been there, rather than simply read about it in a book. Being active people Aries can't adapt to any kind of restriction, particularly possessive relationships. They often travel to escape any feelings of being stuck or possessed. Aries people love challenges. In fact, if everything is running smoothly, they are quite capable of going out and doing something (sometimes quite foolish) to rock the boat. Aries love to race in where angels fear to tread.
(http://www.psychicguild.com/horoscopes_explained.php)
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:21 pm
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Friends and Enemies
No one yet... ):
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:56 pm
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Powers
Block It! : Level 3 This power is meant as a last resort defense against attacks of any nature. For verbal -> emotional attacks, Asher can make himself deaf for up to five minutes or until the attacker has left the area. For purely physical attacks, Asher can curl into a ball and produce a violent wind to act as his shield for up to three minutes or until the attack has left the area.
Angelic Affinity : Level 3 When surrounded by other Angels, especially other Archangels, Asher's attacks are stronger and more effective than when he stands alone or with others from other races.
Spiritual Sensitivity : Level 3 This power is derived from his Archangel race and is affected by his item in only one area. Asher is a natural ghost and spirit magnet, though he abhors this. He can communicate with "lost" children and animals the best, but can be very easily possessed by demons and malicious spirits.
Unwavering Loyalty: Level 2 This power can be both a detriment and a plus for Asher. When in battle, Asher is unable to be dissuaded from his mission even while under the possession of a demon or a malicious spirit. However, if he is lied to in the first place and has picked the wrong side right off the bat, this power will end up harming him both physically and emotionally.
Resistances
Fire : Level 3 Asher's skin, wings and hair is very hard to burn, let alone ignite. It usually takes ten successfully repeated fire attacks or fifteen minutes spent in an ignited area for Asher's hair or wings to catch on fire, his skin won't start to burn for at least twenty minutes.
Weaknesses
Taunting/Teasing : Somewhat effective Asher will almost certainly recoil if he is verbally berated, publicly humiliated, or pushed around for too long. However, there are times where he will retaliate, but only if he feels confident enough to do so.
Solitary Confinement : Uber effective If you lock Asher away in a room and throw away the key, he will eventually go mad or try to kill himself. The same for if he is ostracized from his friends or completely avoided by everyone for more than a month.
Rejection : Very effective Love is a very important thing to Asher, especially love between family members. If you push him away and give no justifiable reason for why you don't want to be hugged or be near him, he'll become depressed and eventually give up on talking to you. Be warned, he will probably never forgive you if you do this, he'll be guarding his heart with a shield and a machete the next time he sees you.
Ice : Uber effective Asher's skin is very sensitive to the cold and he can't be exposed to ice for prolonged periods at a time. At the worst he can contract severe hypothermia, fall into a coma, go into complete organ failure and die. At the "best" he can have severe frostbite all over his body and catch the flu.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:57 pm
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Gifts
None yet... ):
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:59 pm
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Asher's Bedroom
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:01 pm
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Requirements
Toddler ---> Child
1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays)
2 first person journal entries
1 month of time.
Child ---> Teen
1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays)
2 first person journal entries
3 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off of that) (2/05/13 - 5/05/13)
Teen ---> Adult
1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays)
2 first person journal entries
5 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off of that)
Adult ---> Elder
1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays)
2 first person journal entries
10 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off)
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Family
Asher had a loving mother and a doting father not so long ago. But now, he has to settle for the warm home of the academy. It isn't clear if he knows that his parents are dead or not, but he refuses to believe that they have left him. They would never abandon their baby, never in a million years. All he has to do is be a good boy and wait for them to return from their vacation...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:07 pm
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Asher's Favorite Things
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Journal Entry: 1
Good morning. My name is Asher. You are a journal and I am writing in you for no apparent ******** reason. Today, it rained. ******** you rain. ******** YOU. We're not allowed off campus. ******** THAT. ******** THAT. There's a war going on and I'm being recruited. ******** NO! ******** NO!
... Hnm... I miss my parents.
Suppose I should talk about my friends. Valeria's a nice angel, nothing to complain about. Alex is so tiny and cute and I want to steal him! Well, not really, BUT CUUUTE! MARISOL ANNOYS ME. LYDIA NEEDS TO STFU. OLIVIA, ******** YOU, YOU'RE WEIRD. ... Um. Yeah. I guess I have a little group.
... Mom said that there was some food in the fridge! I should...
I'm not home, right. Yeah...
Crying is hard not to do right now. Can I just go home? Pleeeaaasssseee...? I don't want to fight! THEY CAN'T MAKE ME! MOMMY, DADDY! COME SAVE ME! I'M SCARED! I'M SCAAAAARRREEEDDD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHEEEEERRRREEEEEEE!
[This page has been shredded and taped back together multiple times. The following sentence has been written on the bottom in a very disconnected fashion]
I. will. do. this. for. you. and. you. will. be. proud. and. I. will. go. down. in. peace. when. I. die. for. you. both. but. will. that. make. you. come. back. from. the. grave?
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 12:16 pm
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Solo: Infirmary Escape Battle Thread
Just before any more damage could be done, Avon swooped in to pick Asher up. He then carted him off to the infirmary for Liliana to tend to him. The human ran off to join up with the rest of her possessed friends.
Unfortunately you have been defeated. Your Meta will spend the rest of the event in the infirmary.
This was not part of his plan. He did not count on some demonic stranger swooping in and rescuing him. No. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! He failed his parents, he should be dead right now! But, instead, a green haired Fae woman named "Liliana" was tending to his wounds and treating him for whatever else she deemed was an injury. He was in the infirmary, a place filled with other Metas that had been defeated. His pride took dent after dent as he peered around the room. People far worse off than he was lay within his plane of sight, and it burned. It burned to see them lay in pain as he was treated. No more. No more! He had to get out! Outside! Where he can run away and atone for his failure in the proper fashion!
Her back was turned for no more than a second when he made the jump for the window. He leaped, lunged, and curled his body inwards as he met contact with the concrete below. Green eyes flashed open as he caught his breath, but it wasn't long before he started to run. They would surely catch him if he stood still and he wasn't going to go back without a fight. The air nurtured the ice crystals wedged into his skin, producing a pain that sent him into a squealing frenzy. Soon, he would have to fly in order to stop the pain from continuing.
Where would he go from here? The rivers and lakes were still frozen solid, making drowning impossible. He didn't have a rope to tie his neck with, thus hanging was out of the question. Perhaps he would find something of use in his old home. His mother and father owned plenty of belts and sashes! But... Which way was home? He was at a quadruple fork in the road. Distraught, he slumped to the ground and sobbed. What was he doing out here? Did he truly want to die?
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:18 am
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Solo: Once Upon A Family Asher had gathered himself enough to hover above the trees in search of his old home. The neighborhood he had loved so much lay below his feet in a heap of ruins and dust. It was a barren wasteland, a shadow of what it was back then. Back when nothing mattered. Back when his mother and father were alive.
The old wooden door creaked open like a horror movie trademark as he made his way through. It was all still the same, despite the blood stains on the carpeting and the walls. Pictures depicted a large family, siblings by the tens, and a cluster of friends surrounding a pair of grinning twins. Tears rolled down near-white cheeks as a pointer finger rose to trace the faces of each person in the portrait. A black haired boy had his arms wrapped around the shoulders of Asher and two other young boys while they stood by a lake. The day was bright, the water looked spectacular, and a barbecue was being set up in the far corner of the image.
"Mark, Jack, Jay..." Asher muttered, still tracing the faces. "Ryan, Spencer, Dren, Abigail, Abel, Annabelle, Nora, Neil, Castiel..." He paused, his eyes moving upwards to two small photos. In one, he stood proudly next to another boy, the words "Archer and Asher's first Christmas" written upon the wooden frame. The other, his mother and father sat arm and arm together, smiling for the photographer. He reached up and carefully lifted both photos off the wall, choking on his tears. Then, he took the picture at the lake off the wall and placed them all in his jacket pocket. Then, he went to search for what he came for.
Every room still had a foul stench of blood, but at the same time, still had the smells of perfume, incense, and clean linen that provoked Asher's sobbing further. His mother and father's room was at the end of the hall, which he knew held all the scarves and sashes he could ask for, but memories had made him dwindle from his suicidal thoughts. He wandered into his old room, which he shared with his twin brother, and paused over the bed where his brother's body still lay. Despite all of the wounds that Archer had upon his body, their faces were still the same, their hands were still the same, and their wings were still just as bright. Carefully, he scooped his brother up into his arms and held him close. He remembered how they used to ride bicycles, and play board games. He remember how their laughs were identical, and how much Archer wanted to go to college. Asher's tear drops dotted the blood stained pajamas that Archer wore as a soft kiss was laid upon his forehead. He was tucked back into his bed as if he had never been moved, and out the door Asher went.
From there, each siblings' room was visited. His older brothers bodies had been maimed as they went about their business, but Asher still held them close to his heart and tucked them back into bed. His sisters had varying ends, but the same loving treatment was given to each girl. The hardest body to put back in it's proper resting place, besides Archer's of course, was that of his youngest sister, Annalise. She was only a few months old when she was thrown across the room the day the family was attacked. Her tiny, bruised body was cradled, gently cuddled and tucked back into her bassinet with tender love and care.
Finally, Asher entered his parents room. They had been the first to be killed because the attackers had entered through their bedroom window that night. His mother lay slightly off the bed with her arms above her head, while his father lay on top of her, "shielding" her from harm. Asher, though shaking and steadily turning paler, moved them back under the covers and placed their limp arms around one another as he knew they had always done. Once he was certain that they were as they should be, he turned his eyes towards the closet. However, a stronger impulse grabbed a hold of him before he could move towards it.
"Mommy! Daddy!" He sobbed, diving under the covers. He snuggled his body between their lifeless forms and wailed. "I tried so hard! I did! I did! But I lost!" He coughed a very hoarse, congested cough and wheezed into his father's chest. "Do you forgive me? Did I do good enough? Please! Tell me!" He coughed again and rolled over to his mother, snuggling up to her. "Will I die, mom? I don't know if I want to! Please, help me!" He sniffled, his vision growing cloudy, his body depraved of oxygen. "...Is there anyone that can help me...?"
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