Post by asherlableac on Dec 6, 2011 18:50:34 GMT
Asher LaBleac!?
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hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
“Well hiya der, madam chere, howa you doin’? So ya wanna know my name? It be Asher, Asher LaBleac. No I’m not from France, I’m full blood Cajun, and proud of it, yeah. Mya age is 45, but I look 21. I’d be happy to tell ya dat I’m single, an’ of course a guy. I’m of course African American, an’ straight as can be, an’ I’m of course form New Orleans an’ proud of it, nah. An’ if ya wanna know a little secret, I happen to be an Immortal, a supernatural being dat can’t really die. I’m not evhil an’ I’m not good, but I do love to do mya own thing, an’ dat’s all fo now, madam chere.”
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
“Well madam chere, dey say dat I look like de guy or actor known as Usher. Notta big fan of him, but ya, dat’s who dey all say I look like, nah. I’ya have black corn rows as hair, no beard or really any facial hair. My eyes be black an’ my skin tone is a dark African American, so dat’s black. Mya body is muscular, an’ well toned. I have six tattoos on me body. De first one is a spade dat’s on de middle of my chest, it is black wit a skull in de middle and it is on fire.”
“Mya next tat is a heart an’ it’s on my left arm. It is also black and on fire, except de fire is blue. On de center of my back is a black cahd suit de clubs or clova, as I like ta call it, an’ it is on fire as well. My next tat is a read cahd suit, de diamond, is on mya right arm, an’ it is on blue fire as well as de heart. I gots a tattoo dat say’s ‘There’s nothin’ like home in the Bayou’, and dat’s under mya tat of de spade. Mya last tattoo is under de flamin’ heart an’ it says ‘Ragin’ Cajun in medium sized lattas. Dat’s it fo my tattoos.”
“Now madam chere my wardrobe is mostly funny shirts, or shirts ‘bout my home, New Orleans. I’ya always wear blue or black jeans dat sag a little bit an’ I always wear black or brown combat boots. My favorite pa’t is mya fedora hat an’ my trench coat. De last couple of things is I’mma 6’ foot even, an’ I’ya weigh 190 for mya height an’ muscle mass. What else madam chere?”
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about yourself, can't wait to hear it!
"Well, madam chere I’mma strong New Orleans fan, love de city an’ de Cajun culture, an’ de Cajun Langue. Mya accent is very heavy, an’ I use lotta slang an’ French words, thou I can’t seem to speak normally even if I tried. I can speak French an’ Spanish, but my best is French. I do combine a lotta French an’ English. Now madam, I amma fan of de Ladies an’ I’m told dat I’mma ladies man an’ a big time gentalman. I neva called a women a bad name, nor cussed at a lady. I haven’t really fought a lady eitha."
“Now mya mind is goin’ insane. I talk an’ ramble a lot in some conversations. Sometimes I make little to no sense, an’ I just lohve to talk. I do get very angry really fast, so my temper is very bad. I sometimes have a big head an’ dey say dat my ego is big an’ I flatta myself too much. I don’t do drugs, but I’ya lohve to fight. I fight wit no plans half of de time, I also have very bad gamblin’ problem. I use to an’ still am a very good street hustla, steala an’ thief. Always gotten away wit at an’ hardly eva got caught.”
“My falws be what I listed above, talkin’ too much, neva makin’ sense, I gamble too much, my ego is too big, an’ I flatta myself too much. De good things ‘bout me are I’mma polite an’ reasonable person. I neva talk bad ‘bout a girl. I neva would hit a lady, an’ I not all greedy an’ stuff. Now mya weaknesses are gamblin’, sex, ladies, an’ my temper. Mya strengths are havin’ fun, bein’ good at gamblin’ an’ usin’ money wisely. Also my mannas an’ my most of de time politeness.”
“My desires are to hava great family, to neva have to give up on bein’ a thief or a gambler. My secrets are I neva killed anyone, I’mma supernatural being, an’ dat I hava kid at seventeen. My fears are dyin’, lettin’ my temper get me into a really bad situation, an’ jail. Now I don’t believe in de war yet, mostly because it hasn’t really affected me yet. My family is dead except my mafia boss of a fatha, an’ my daughta. An’ my bad habits are bitin’ my fingernails, talkin’ too much, and steralin’ wit a little bit of gamblin’.”
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
“Well, chere, it all started like dis… I was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, de best city in de world I might add. My pa’nts (parents), were somewhat good to me. My papa, Azon LaBleac was a head of a mixed, Cajun Mafia, dat owned a very good casino in de city. My mama, Arianna LaBleac didn’t work, but she took care of me most of de time. Now it t’was a family tradition to raise de boys of de family ‘on de streets’ so to speak. So I was raised up in de gang territory, nobody really messed wit me thank God, but dey did teach me how to steal, get away wit stuff, an’ most importantly, how to fight. My dad loved me, but was very strict, somewhat abusive to me, an wanted me to inherit his money after he died.”
“Afta dat, I made a lotta progress as a gangsta. I went ta sc’ool an’ I made very good grades, de only problem was dat I’d was a fighta an’ I liked to steal a lot, getting’ me in trouble mosta de time. I was always a street hustla an’ a big time fighta, neva really dat good to de ladies, until de day my papa was put in jail for puttin’ my mama in de hospital. She almost died do ta him. An’ de bad thing was he didn’t care dat it hurt me or mama. Mama survived an’ tought me to stick up for de ladies, to neva it a girl unless dey hava weapon, and most importantly how to use good manners.”
“In my junior year I was a high grade ladies man, de sc’ool hustla, an’ one of de best fighters in de entire sc’ool. Thou I was smart, an’ street smart, I neva stopped bein’ a hustla, or stop speakin’ my Cajun slang. Anyways… One day der was a new girl in sc’ool, one dat I’ll neva forget an’ de one dat everyone wanted her for her body only. Her name was Dianna. Yeah she was sexy, but I saw more den dat. One day one of my homeboys told me to ask her out. So, I went wit it an’ did. I found out dat she had a much similar past as me. We feel in love, an’ much soona she was expectin’ my kid, my daughta. Scared but sure I wanted her foreva. I wanted to get married wit her.”
“Soon we both got married at only seventeen, after she had my daughta, my life, Samantha LaBleac. Dat was 28 years ago. We had it goin’ good for a long time. One day, we went to a Psychic because we heard ‘bout how a person could become a supernatural being an’ gain immortality. So de psychic told us how and a month later, we were immortals, except for Samantha. Den, one day, de day dat I’ll neva forget, my wife went to a bar an our daughta was in de daycare. My wife, a part of me was killed by a hunta(hunter). I ran away in greif. Tryin’ to one day track down an’ take out de hunta. So, I left my daughta behind, hoppin’ dat she would have a betta life den me… So here I am, talkin’ to you… Now I must be gone… Later madam chere!” *walks away on that note*
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
My name is REMEDY, I’m seventeen, I live in central time zone because I’m from San Antonio Texas. I can be on at school or on the weekends or anytime that I can be on. My other character is Gage Harms or better known as Syrus. Thanks y’all! ^^
Syrus one evil dude at this moment. He has been ever since he fell from grace. He was now a Demon and hell, he’ll do anything just to show his power. He just hated humans for all that they done to him. His mom betraying his family, brothers and sister being brats, the only one he could say he cared about was his own grandmother. Wearing a white collar tee with long black sleeves, black skinny jeans, black combat boots, and his hair sliked back, Syrus was ready for the night.
Syrus was just a sittining at the Club of Daggers, mostly a bar for vampires, thou it did have some other supernaturals around, and of course the stupid humans. Syrus had a just ordered a beer and had it by his right side. He picked it up, trying to use as little strength as possible. His fist clutched the glass as two human drunkies came up to him.
“Hay, I didn’t know tis was a guy bar, eh Fred?” One of the guys said. The guys were dressed as Cowboy fanatics, and Syrus sighed as they chuckled.
“Go fuck yourselves.” Syrus replied with a shrug of his shoulders and a sip of his beer. They looked at each other then back at Syrus, with a angry glare. He could smell the adreniline glands giving out they're hormones. They put a hands on his shoulders. Syrus glared with anger.
"Don't touch me. I've have no problem killin' y'all." Syrus said his eyes showing their anger. The guys pushed him off of his seat and on to the floor.
"Okay, guys, feel hell's wrath." The demon said as his eyes turned red in color. Syrus quickly got up as they were about to grab him again. They rushed him. He rushed back! In a sblit second they were one the ground out of air. Bruises and bumps were all over them. One even coughed up blood.
"W-what are y-you..." One of them said weakly. Syrus laughed.
"My name is Syrus... The next demon lord and killa of humans. And y'all are going to die now." Syrus said as he started to walk to the broken body's on the floor. He picked them both up one in each hand.
