Post by hound4 on Apr 11, 2013 21:15:57 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ASHER JAYE RENNER  ------------------------------------------------- NICKNAMES Aj if you’re too lazy for Asher. AGE 22… for about the four hundredth time. GENDER Agender. (I’ll be using mostly female pronouns, seeing as she’s got ladyparts) SPECIES Fallen ALLIANCE Indifferent. SEXUALITY asexual. (panromantic) PLAY-BY Erika Linder YOUR ALIAS Hound ------------------------------------------------- It’s a funny thing, dying. Asher did it once and it didn’t fit her style. Sometimes stuff blows up… she doesn’t remember too clearly. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. Life didn’t really matter. The interesting things happen when death comes into play. Death, you see, is far more fun. It enchanted the creature more than anything else in the world, and thus she got her wings. Wings, she has to say, were really damn cool. It was strikingly okay with the young woman to be dead. It made so much more sense than life ever had. Something about Asher embraces everything with arms wide open. Something about the young person had embraced things with arms wide open. She isn’t like that anymore, but we’ll get to that later. For now, we’ll pick things up to the roaring 20’s and her time with her third charge. She was sick and tired of assignments with the boring ones. Normal people were just so… normal. It was in 1916 that she met the man that would change her life. He was her charge, a young runaway set up for her protection. Never let it be said that she didn’t protect him. It was something that she didn’t really have any qualms about. The young woman, then not so young, found herself dragged from the gates of heaven when he was convicted—larceny. It didn’t matter. Even as a fallen, Asher made her way by the man’s side. He was a criminal of the most dangerous sort, with no value for much of anything… it fascinated the young woman. There was something so interesting about being so bad, and it drew her in and stuck her there. Asher couldn’t help but love the wild side so much it hurt. In the end, it did hurt her. It hurt them all. Since the crash of her world as an angel, she’s actually been rather okay. Things are far more fun as a fallen, as she was quick to learn. Asher made her way into the world of the mob itself, and she was among their good graces for a good, long time. The young woman is the crafty sort and never actually managed to get caught. They couldn’t hold Asher on a damn thing, and that was something that she prided herself on, through and through. She made it out of the golden age of mobsters unscathed. She thought she was unscathed. Asher honestly hasn’t done too well since her time playing big man on campus with the mob. This is a creature that’s picked up all sorts of nasty little habits and nothing to show for them. Chewing nails and tapping feet, walking into a room ready to take down every person inside it, carrying a weapon at all times—they’re the long and short of it. This is a young creature with vices far and wide, and they aren’t ones she’ll willingly give up. It’s the vices that keep her under control, the vices that make everything… whole. Aj, in many ways, isn’t whole. She’s a shadow, more or less a ghost. I’m not your friend—I’m just a man who knows how to feel. More often than not, that’s how she feels. Aj occasionally drowns in herself, and it’s something that comes and goes. Eventually she’ll pick up a bottle of everclear and not come or go. Eventually she’ll build a bridge and then burn it, all in the sense of getting over things. In the same, Asher has nothing to get over in particular. Hardships… they haven’t really drawn her into their snare. This is a creature that would sooner cut loose from everything than get too invested in it. Affairs of the heart are the root of most things that cause aches, and she’s realized that over the course of time. It’s what keeps her away from a romantic relationship. As far as sex goes, it’s never been anything Asher was interested in. She identifies in a more androgynous frame of being, and if anyone was to ask the answer would depend on the day. Aj closes herself off, and doesn’t bother reaching out. Though it would be nice to know someone was out there to warm her when she came home cold, she isn’t terribly interested. |
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