Post by ashton black on Sept 11, 2008 3:45:08 GMT
‘‘ ashton chase black ,,
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'I'll look after myself, and you can look after yourself. Sound fair?'[/center]
FOOL ENOUGH
to almost be it.
to almost be it.
name ,Ashton Chase Black
nicknames ,Ashton, Black
age ,Seventeen
birthday ,April Fifth
grade ,Senior
gender ,Male
social status ,A Artist
sexual orientation ,bi-sexual
form of entrance ,Ashton was requested, due to his artistic talents
character type ,original
COOL ENOUGH TO
not quite see it, doomed.
not quite see it, doomed.
birth parents ,Amy;Mother;Vet
Joe;Father;Docter
siblings ,None
other family ,N/A
other significant figures ,N/A
hometown ,Ada, Ohio
best memory ,It had to have been when Ashton first relized he had a talent for drawing. It was a simple projet in school, with low and high eye-levels. However, Ashton went above and beyond, going into extream detail with his drawing.
worst memory ,When he found out that his father had been having an afair. However, he stopped, and he and his mother gradually forgave him. Nothing like that has happened ever since.
history ,When Ashton was young, almost too young to go to school, or only half school, he would go with his mother to the clinic, and play with the animals there. He seemed to be able to make the animals calm down, or get distracted easily. Just another one of his few, yet great, talents.
During the early years of school, he was a diligent worker, making top grades in his class, finishing books quickly that was well above his reading level, and other things like that. He was teachers pet during class. But in the halls, and during lunch, he was everyones nightmare. Often starting food fights, and getting forcably taken to the principals office.
During middle school, is grades stayed about the same, but he was one of the average people, as his school cost a lot, and most people who went there, got scholarships from good grades. He wasn't that same trouble maker, and slightly regreted what he had done those past years. Though it was all fun when it was happening, he couldn't help but feel like a total jerk afterwards. It was in eighth grade that he figured he actually did anything, basicly, artistic extreamly well. Without his consent, however, his art teacher sent in some of his work to Hawthorn Hills Academy Of The Arts. Though he was still greatful, he was slightly annoyed, too.
So the next year, he went to the highschool. He did well in his grades, but loved to spend time in the art room the most often. All of the paints, large canveses, chalk, oil paints, anything you could think of. It was all there. To him, it was just about the best thing in the world. So he now resides in Hawthorn Hills Academy, to better his art work, and to get a good scholarship to collage.
PICK YOUR POCKET
full of sorrow.
full of sorrow.
likes ,-Drawing, Painting, Sketching, and anything like that.
-His Converse
-His hoodys
-Making as many friends as possible
-Bright colors
dislikes ,-People who repeat things to often
-People who won't shut up
-'Emo' People
-Depressing paintings
-Sad songs
strengths ,-Artistic Anything
-Working In Groups
-Studying Hard
-Staying Calm
weaknesses ,-Too much stress
-Too much depression
-Too much boring
-Sitting Still
fears ,-Dying
-Losing his artistic ability
-Losing his music
goals ,-Get Into A Good COllage
-Get His Skills To Be Better
-Find SOmeone
habits/quirks ,-Tapping his fingers when hes nervous
-Looking away when he's embarassed
-Being sarcastic when he's pissed
random facts ,N/A
secrets ,That for five years, when he was forced to do ballet in Ohio, even right before he left, and is pretty good at that.
overall personality ,Ashton is odd. He can be very happy one minute, talking, humming, drawing, basicly anything. He could be perfectly calm, too. But when to much pressure is put on him, he breaks, and will start becoming sarcastic, and tapping his fingers. Anything to take his mind off of the pressure. Also, Ashton has a short attention span, as said by a docter. It proves to be true, almost everyday, though Ashton doesn't know about it, and doesn't realize it.
When Ashton gets mad, he's not one to mess around with. Its best just to stay away from him, unless you're very close to him, like a best friend. However, when he gets sadened, he'll push everyone away in a polite mannor, so that he can be alone. He doesn't take to being a total jerk too well, so he tries not to get into those kind of situations.
RUN AWAY WITH
me tomorrow, june.
me tomorrow, june.
face ,Ashton usually has a cold expression on his face, with pale skin, dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair. He'll hardly ever be seen with a smile.
body ,Ashton has a very bishie like build. Meaning he's a little skinnier then most guys his age, and if you gave him the face of a girl and wemon body parts, he would probably look like a girl. He isn't good at sports, because he hardly has any weight to throw at something, or someone.
distinguishing features ,N/A
clothes ,Ashton usually wears a t-shirt thats black or white, with his favorite bands logo on it, a dark colored hoody, his pants, and black converse.
celebrity claim ,Hyde
WE’LL TRY AND
ease the pain.
ease the pain.
name/alias ,Ashton
age ,Sixteen
forms of contact ,PM, E-mail
experience ,Five Years
other characters ,N/A
password ,[ ADMIN EDIT! ]
random ,N/A
BUT SOMEHOW,
we'll feel the same.
we'll feel the same.
The sun slowly painted the sky different hues of pink, purple, yellow, and blue. The sun was just rising over the slight hill, only a hundered meters down the street. Sunlight filtered in through the open windows, shining brightly in a boys face. His skin was pale, though his hair was dark, giving him a cold aura, even though the sunlight was a golden color. Yes, almost time for school, and he was still sleeping.
A slight moan was heard, and the covers were pulled over his head, and he flipped to face the wall. That was, until he had time to prossess what time it read on the clock by his bed. He had five minutes to get ready before the stupid bus came. He hated buses. They always smelt of little kids. How gross.
He gasped loudly and threw up the covers, before scrambling over to his dresser. He quickly got dressed, and did his hair in a sloppy manner, and grabbing his backpack. He was about to leave the room, when he stopped, groaning loudly. It was Sunday! How stupid could he possibly get?
"Dammit." he muttered. Throwing down his backpack, Ashton plopped down on his bed, and shut his eyes. "Maybe if I dream it while sleeping, it'll become Saterday instead." he told himself, smiling at the thought. If only it were that simple, eh?
