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RULES:

1. Be nice, or I shall send Ashton after you. And no one likes getting shut in a Grand Piano...
2. Post if you want, I love crit <3
3. Ashton is obsessed. But this is because Finn is the only friend he has in Japan, he migth be getting homesick.
4. I do not support most of the things Ashton does, but since he is fictional, I can get away with calling it cute and adorible.
5. Follow the Gaian TOS?
6. There is only love in this thread, no hate.

BioInfo

Name: Ashton Greensboro
Age: 20
Nationality: England
Hometown: London
Current Residence: Apartment in Shibuya district (Finnegan’s Roommate)
Birth order: One and only.
Parents (describe relationship): Mother was lost/killed/died when Ashton was small and his father took care of him from then on. His mother was one of his fathers many mistresses, thought she was one of his most cherished one, so Ashton became his oldest son. Ashton had more of a professional relationship with his father because he wasn't really around the house a lot, because of his being a higher up in the London Underground (a gang that was rising in popularity as the strange weather and deaths started to scare the people). Though he knew his father was a 'bad' man like all his teachers and people said, he loves him dearly. He even uprooted his live in England to go to Japan to catch people who were fleeing to one of the only contries that hasn't been totally over run by the strange things that have been happening. Ashton always wanted his father to be proud of him, and he hasn't let him down yet.
Significant Others (describe relationship): Only in Ashton’s mind. Finnegan is his Mob Wife that he met on Finnegan’s first day in Tokyo and during Ashton’s third year there. There was an unfortunate bathroom accident that left Finnegan fleeing for his eyes and Ashton stalking him to make sure he didn’t see anything that could be used against him. Ashton doesn't leave any evidence, and tries not to leave bodies around if he has any choice in the matter. This is very easy because he usually is after people who have only been there for a few hours and at tops a few weeks. People don't miss others when they have only been in their life for such a short periode of time. But Ashton followed Finn around for a while, through his classes, him looking for jobs and places to live and finally deicded to talk to him, just to see if he could scare him into not saying anything. But when Ashton went up to Finnegan he acted like he was glad to find someone that would talk to him, the Japanese don't like strangers too much, and after an awkward conversation and coffee date Ashton, on a whim, asked Finnegan if he needed a place to stay. The blond had dozens of apartments all around Tokyo so he could hide or move around so the larger gangs don't get pissy. When Finnegan accepted with a huge smile and a huge Ashton knew that he was done for. But living with Finnegan would give him time to set up networks to make sure he didn't get hurt and the few allies that he had made in his three years would look out for him. Ashton can't be everywhere at once and Finnegan wouldn't last five minutes against someone who really wanted to hurt him. Though Ashton feels really strongly for Finnegan (he doesn't know if it is quite love yet, usually those feelings have to be given back for them to cement themselves, but he know that he is quite fond) he doesn't tell him anything about his job, besides working at McDonalds, because of Finnegan's fear and adversion to people who cause harm to others. He doesn't want Finn to fear him, so he has two totally different lives.
Relationship skills: Very loyal. If you are able to make it into his heart then it will take a long time for you to leave it. You literally need to try to kill him or hurt someone else who is dear to him for him to hate you. But he doesn’t have many morals to speak about, so he can forgive a lot of stuff others wouldn’t be able to.

Height: 5’9”
Weight: 156 lbs
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Blond
Hair style: Short hairs
Glasses or contact lenses?: None
Skin color: Pale
Distinguishing features: His eyes. Capable of being cold or warm at a moment’s notice, this is how people can tell if they have crossed the line or won him over.
How does he/she dress? Casual professional. He seems to be obsessed with jackets and button up shirts, with heavy sneakers or hiking boots. Something sturdy that can take a beating but allowing him to have movement.
Mannerisms: Very polite to people he must, and annoying or bratty to anyone else he can get away with it from. But when you become his friend he is really nice and will do anything to help you.



Habits: Holding things loosely so they can be turned into weapons, looking around for exits or escape routes, puts his left shoe on first, cracks his knuckles when nervous.
Health: Very good, he goes to the gym every other day.
Hobbies: Collecting instruments, music (listening or playing)
Favorite Sayings: None fit for polite company. ”Do you want to get locked in a piano?”
Vernacular: He might have been born and raised in London, but he doesn’t have much of an accent so he could confuse people and pretend to be an outsider when he was doing work for his father. Though he likes being casual with anyone he views as more powerful them himself, not to be insulting, but because he hates being all stuffy with people…

Occupation: McDonalds, hit man/assassin.
Talents/Skills: Any instrument he can get his hands on, word puzzles.

RP: Meeting

Ashton hated airports.

There were too many people going in too many directions to properly find a person after you took off of them for a moment. Luckily Ashton knew exactly where his prey was going, the man was a bit of a wimp and a whole lot of stupid.

The blond made his way through the open area by following the glares and whispers about a person screaming a running too fast for such a crowded place. Ashton grinned, that was his man.

Ah.

There he was. Trying to buy a ticket – Ashton glanced at the airline – Bangladesh? Didn’t they have to lock down the whole country? Just like all the rest of the smaller countries around the world which are plagued by deaths and murders.

The lady behind the counter was trying to tell him he couldn’t have a ticket and he needed to get at the back of the line, so she could help other customers.

When the man kept trying to talk to her she started to call the security. Ashton needed to get him before he got locked up, then it would have to get messy and Ashton didn’t want to get put on the front page again. His father always gave him angry phone calls when that kind of thing happened.

“Harrison!” Ashton put on a big grin and winked as he walked up the counter where the two were still arguing. She blushed just like he knew she would and gave him a small stressed smile. “What are you doing here buddy?” Ashton wrapped his arm around the man’s shoulders. He froze instantly and looked terrified; Ashton had to resist the urge to snarl at him. But he concentrated on the ticket lady. She had yet to call off the guards and he needed to get them somewhere quite where he could talk to him without any interruptions.

“I am so sorry about my friend here.” Ashton gripped the man’s shoulders tightly. He knew better then to make a scene, but he was still trying to wiggle away from Ashton’s iron grip. “It is his wedding day tomorrow!” The ticket lady relaxed and laughed. They had people running to the airport all the time with cold feet.

“He is getting really cold feet, his new wife is one piece of work.” The laugh Ashton let out got the people around them who were staring to let out a laugh along, smile or even roll their eyes. Harrison was sweating, he knew he was well caught with no way out.

Ashton would feel bad, but then again, the man shouldn’t have tried to steal millions from his father. A Korean accountant, no matter how good they think they are, has nothing on the men that his dad has fortune and those he loves.

Ashton joked a little with the ticket lady and the group of people until they could leave the airport without a second glance or thought. They would be just two men going to a wedding.

Harrison didn’t try to escape again.

The blond walked them arm and arm around the air port until he found a men’s room, quite far away from the crowds of people waiting to board. Ashton didn’t know how much Harrison would scream, so he needed a place where he could really pay him back for making him run through an airport.

Ashton hates airports.

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He really didn’t know what to do. He didn’t think Martha was with child when she left him. No wonder she wouldn’t take anyone with her.

She wanted the child to be normal. Or as normal as a former mistress’s son could be.

Richard glanced up from the mutilated body when his right hand man Seaven came through the police tape. There was no actual officers in here, they respected the Underground enough to give them time to mourn the dead.

Everyone knew how happy Martha and Richard where, even if some of their dates consisted of running jobs for the former boss before falling into bed before dawn only to get up hours later to go to school and their day work. Martha was Richards first mistress, first wife, since she left four years ago he has had five others. But none of them were anything like her; they didn’t know what he was like before he took up the seat as the Boss eight years ago. They only saw his money or wanted protection. Richard wanted to stop looking at this point, the world was ******** up enough without him having to work on a relationship as well as rule the streets.

“The kid has been staying with a lady friend of hers.” Seaven paused and took a sharp glance from where his boss was leaning over the bloodied and torn body. Martha was still beautiful, even in death.

“So she knew someone was after her.” Richard finished as he carefully pulled the colored bead bracelet off her mutilated arm. There was only a bit of blood on it he would have to wash it when he got back to the house. He gave Martha a bead every time he had to cancel a date or outing with them, just to show her that he would much rather be with her. In the later years she got more and more crystal beads to add to her jewelry.

“She is on her way here-”

“Tell her to go to the café across the street, I don’t want the kid to see this.” Richard interrupted as he stood dusting off his pants and wrapped the bracelet around his hand.

It was a simple bead bracelet, thought it was long enough to loop around twice a small wrist and could be used as a necklace if unwound.

Richard sent everyone out of the room and stood there until he was finally alone. When the last man went out of the door, he lifted up his old lovers head, careful of the gouge on her neck and the still bleeding gash on her forehead and gave her a tender kiss on the top of her head.

“I’ll take care of him Mar. I’m sorry that I have to take him, but he is my son too, and you are not here to protect him anymore.”

With that Richard closed her eyes and walked out the door, he had to meet his son after all.

Ashton was his name.

Ashton Greensboro.

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“-I promise that I-” The one thing that Ashton hated about being the one to take out the trash in the Underground is that he has to deal with the begging and the bribing and the empty promises. He could really do without that. Ashton really envied the assassins and sharpshooters. They only had to worry about blending in, aiming, and then getting the ******** out.

Ashton had to track his target, sweet talk/beat/kill them before they can say anything dangerous, possibly hide the body or leave it to the wolves and reporters to find. Thought now most of his mess ups have been blamed on all the other murders that have been happening around the place.

Not that they would ever find Ashton, ever, he has too many places to hide and too many people watching his back for something to go wrong.

The man, Harrison, was still babbling as Ashton dragged him into the small bathroom. It only had three stalls and one sink. Perfect for what he had planned for this guy. There were many other cleaner, nicer bathrooms that everyone would use.

He gripped the blathering mans collar and shoved him against the wall by the sinks. That got him to shut up for a moment. Ashton had a headache the size of the Tokyo tower and this man’s groveling wasn’t helping it one bit, not to mention that his English was kinda broken, so it grated on his nerve more the normal.

But the silence only lasted as long as it took Ashton to rub his aching forhead then the man started talking again. This time in Korean, or something that wasn’t Chinese or Japanese. Ashton could survive in either of those places.

“Shut. Up.” Ashton was always told that half is the fear people had of him wasn’t really his body structure, he really did look like a musician that would most likely be seen on a huge stage behind a piano or playing the violin then roughing people up in airport bathrooms. And it wasn’t really his name that scared people either, Greensboro was his mother’s name, he didn’t take his father’s because of that reason. He might do the dirty work, but he kinda liked having a somewhat normal life in between calls.

His eyes are what people usually freak out about. His father has clear blue eyes, that can cut like ice or can be as soft as spring water. His late mother, he is told, had bright emerald eyes that could even shine when she was stomping someone’s skull in.

Ashton’s eyes were a steal gray, something that seemed to make people back up or look away when he met their eyes. It was something that he used to his advantage, shutting up this man wasn’t helping the pounding in his head.

He might just kill this guy, he father didn’t need and squealers, and this guy babbled at the first sign of pain. Pathetic.

Glaring and getting his jaw to unclench was a problem, so he leaned into the sweating and shaking man and went to whisper in his ear, because he didn’t want to talk to loud. He never who was listening and he really wanted to say some vile things, if only to see how much more this man could make himself more of a fool.

But the quick opening of the door as it slammed into the wall and the boy who tumbled to the floor made Ashton jump away and take a stance. He didn’t bring anything with him and he didn’t think that his guy would have back up.

“I-I am so sorry!” The slight accent on the Japanese made Ashton tense and glare at him, but the kid was already dusting himself off and backing out of the door giving a wild look to his sneakers. “I didn’t see anything I promise! Carry on!” His voice cracked at the end and the door slammed shut a moment later.

Ashton blinked.

And then started to laugh.

Harrison, gave Ashton a weird look and then started to chuckle himself, obviously unsure about what was happening.

“We’re done here.” Ashton grinned. Harrison deflated, thinking that he was going to be let go. But Ashton decided that he was going to kill him, he had a rouge passenger to find after all.

Quickly Ashton grabbed the man’s neck and twisted the sound of the spine dislocating made him flinch, but he dropped the man and kicked him into one of the stalls.

They would find him later, but the room was so disgusting that they wouldn’t find anything to track him.

After the man was in the position that he wanted, Ashton calmly went to wash his hands at the sink, making sure not to touch the knobs with his hands, just his wrist or elbow. He wanted all the gross germs off of him. Sweat was disgusting; especially from someone he didn’t in the first place.

After leaving the bathroom Ashton headed straight for the exit, smiling at the people who waved or gave him a nod.

He needed to get in touch with his contacts and find out about a redhead that just got into Japan, with blue eyes and a sketch book.

Melikes, Shiri-luff. 83 He seems to be a pretty thoroughly-done character, though you miiiiight want to fill in the blips on the form you've got half done. X3

I am going to do a whole bit about his past in my little RP responce thingy, as well as the first interactions with Finnegan and maybe him on one of his jobs.

I just want the violin in the Mirror World, unless I can have a flute as well? He needs something portable that won't break under the stress of hitting something else. I didn't want to have too many powers, but he really needs something to do with his music obsession and his almost hoarding of the insturments and music itself, along with his dark posession of things he cares about. Because he is a very different person to Finn and people he cares about then to the rest of the world. He has a very small social network.

He has a whole backstory with the insturments and such, which shall be fun to write about~<3

Thanks luff!!

I shall try to have everything filled out by the weekend? *writes down and sets a goal for herself*