Post by asher on Aug 9, 2011 20:32:38 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, text-align: center;][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius:20px; padding: 5px; border: 5px dashed #000000, btable] "'Cause people change Can't you see my eyes? Are they not the same After the lies?" ~ One Day, Robots Will Cry by Cobra Starship |
Full Name: Asher Marx Nickname(s): Ash for short Age: Nineteen Gender: Male Occupation: Team Nova Commander Hometown: Vermillion City, Kanto Starter Pokemon: ---- Starter Nickname: ---- Starter Nature: ---- Appearance: With his once sandy blond hair dyed a dark blue, nearly black, color, Asher's appearance has changed dramatically from what it once was. The long, dark strands are pulled back into a small ponytail right atop his cowlick. His left ear, which is pierced, usually has a single black, round earring in it, mostly for looks. The only thing about him that's really stayed the same are his captivating, dark gray eyes. He stands at a good 5' 11". He has a number of different smiles and smirks that can be called upon should the situation require it. For females, he's often got a sly, alluring kind of smile that he usually backs up with a number of flattering comments. On the other hand, for those he is not particularly fond of, he's got a condescending, almost disappointed kind of frown. Though he may appear to be stoic and collected, his demeanor changes almost instantly if someone begins talking to him or addresses him. He's got a semi-deep voice that can say just about anything smooth as silk. With an athletic build, Asher's figure is lithe and perfect for him to maneuver in tight situations. Having grown up poor in Hyo City, he was often forced to resort to thievery in order to survive. Because of this, Asher is extremely limber and agile. While it may not appear to be obvious, Asher has a surprising amount of upper and lower body strength, able to pull himself up on a high ledge or branch should the need arise. He's particularly good at roof-top running. Also attributed to his upbringing, Asher is particularly skilled at close-combat. While becoming a pokemon trainer has lowered his necessity for it, Asher keeps a switchblade on him, whether it be for fighting or for convenience. The switchblade itself came from a thug who had broken into their home looking for anything of value. This very blade is the same one that left the thin, white scar across his forearm. Asher's clothing doesn't often change, as he's adapted to just one outfit for a majority of the time. This is made up of somewhat baggy tan pants and a semi-tight yellow T-shirt. The boots he wears come up to the base of his calf and are secured with two horizontal buckles. He wears a black, leather belt to hold his pants right at his waist. Over his yellow shirt, he wears a deep forest green jacket with a silver trim. And over this, he wears a high-collared, weather-proof traveler's cloak that's light gray in color. Face Claim: Nezumi from No. 6 Personality: Asher has a strong sense of justice, however, it often gets lost within his drive to protect the ones he loves, specifically his ailing mother and his younger sister. As such, he often acts based on what will benefit them, whether or not they want his help. For him, he sees nothing wrong with siding with Team Nova if it means protection. Don't let his looks fool you. Asher's got two different sides of his personality which could flip at any given moment. He could go from being charming and gentle to being your worst nightmare in a matter of seconds. Generally very gentle and caring, Asher treats women delicately and with care. However, he can easily put his personal feelings aside and take them on if they turn out to be an enemy. On the other hand, he can easily be a silver-tongued bastard, relying heavily on his skills to find his way out of rough situations. Often resorting to a pokemon battle as a very last resort, he'd much rather settle things in a physical fight or simply run. While it may be seen as cowardly, Asher is a firm believer in 'those who run away live to fight another day'. History: Having grown up in one of the poorer parts of Vermillion City, Asher essentially hit the ground running once he was seven. His years before that, he had been sheltered by his mother and father. His mother was a loving woman with a chronic illness. However, that didn't hinder her ability to love and provide for him. When he was five, his younger sister was born. His father, on the other hand, was a against Team Rocket. Because of this, they were often protected from Team Rocket for the most part, as his father was a skilled Trainer. Before age ten, Asher greatly admired his father for his abilities, always proclaiming that he was going to be just like him when he grew older. However, that song changed not too long after his father was killed by Team Rocket members. At that time, Asher was eleven. He began to lose faith in those that fought Team Rocket, reasoning that if his father couldn't beat Team Rocket, then how could anyone hope to do so. Without his father around, Asher felt that he would have to stand up to protect his sister and mother. Of course, there wasn't much that an eleven year old could do. Over the next four years, their small, rundown home would be ransacked multiple times, each time with Asher trying his best to stand up to the intruders. It was a vicious cycle. Intruders would take everything they had, thus forcing Asher to go steal things in order to survive. This, in turn, would anger others and lead to another ransacking. When he was fifteen, Asher finally began succeeding in providing some sort of protection to his sister and mother whose health was slowly declining over the years. She would often tell him just how much he reminded her of his father, to which Asher would shake his head and tell her that he didn't want to be like his father anymore. As the years went on, Asher began believing that it was too late to do anything to stop Team Rocket. When he was seventeen, Asher began dying his hair from its sandy blond color to the dark color it is now. He began realizing that his father was a fool for trying to fight Team Rocket. Every time his mother would tell him how aspects reminded her of his father, he would snap at her, telling her that he didn't want to be anything like the fool his father was. This would often end in an argument with Asher storming out the front door, only to come home in the wee hours of morning. It was after one of these arguments that Asher left, only to come back not long later to find his mother being beaten by a local thug, wanting to know where Asher was. According to him, he had a 'bone to pick' with Asher. There was a moment spared as Asher quickly came to his mother's side. In the cramped confines of the house, Asher had an advantage in the sense that he was more agile and limber than the older man. However, with his mother still in the danger zone, he wasn't content with fighting there. In an attempt to lure to other male out of the house and away from his mother and sister, he made an attempted escape through a window and onto the roof. However, in his attempt to bypass the man, he was caught off guard by an accomplice which, in turn, held him up. Because of this, the older man had a clean shot at him. Had it not been for his mother going after the older man's legs, Asher wouldn't have escaped the situation with just a scar on his arm. Taking the chance, he slipped the switchblade from the man and allowed him to leave with his life. It was at this time that Asher joined Team Nova, reasoning that people needed to be put out of their misery, while at the same time protecting his family. Since then, he climbed the ranks before finally becoming a Commander at the tender age of nineteen. Roleplay Sample A lone figure crouched in the shade of a home. Dark black bangs covered oddly amber eyes as the boy's head rested on his knees. He was rather different as a vampire. He pulled his hand closer to himself as the morning sunlight touched his pinky finger. He hated sunlight, but he'd rather be outside than sitting around and doing nothing inside. Then again, outside, he was still sitting and doing nothing but to him, sitting outside and doing nothing and sitting inside and doing nothing were two very different things. That was one weird thing about him. He fulfilled quite a few stereotypical traits as a vampire. His skin was deathly pale from lack of blood, his teeth were oddly elongated to fangs, and he rarely went into the sunlight. One might ask why he ever went out into the sun to begin with. Well despite popular belief, Kirelan wouldn't suddenly combust simply by stepping into the sunlight. Actually, the main reason he didn't go into direct sunlight was due to the fact that his pale skin burned easily and he hated having to deal with such a mortal discomfort. He sunk a single fang into his index finger. A small drop of blood seeped from the puncture wound. A small drop of ironless blood. He scowled. No iron, no oxygen, just everything else that made blood... well blood. He licked the drop away before wrapping his arms around his legs again. A navy blue hoodie covered his torso while cargo pants, much too big for him, were held securely around his slim waist by a belt. He sighed. The rest of the world was beginning to wake up. He on the other hand had been awake all while the humans slept peacefully in their soft, comfy beds. Kirelan didn’t understand it. Then again, one can’t really understand a human if they themselves are not human, now can they? Kirelan had known this for a long while. THE PUPPETEER Who are you? Lani What should I call you? Lani Your C-box username is? Lani How long have you been roleplaying? About 5 years How did you find this site? An ad on Anrui Anything else I should know? The fact that the pokeballs turn red when there's something new in that board truly amuses me. |
