Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2012 15:47:33 GMT -6
Ash Delany
"We Die When Love Is Dead…"
YOUR AGE .20
RP EXPERIENCE .2 years
CONTACT INFO .kyokei@hotmail.co.uk
HOW DID YOU FIND US .[/size][/ul] Blackwood!
NICKNAMES .Ashman, Ashy
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH .20 (Dec 23rd)
GROUP .Trainee psycologist, working under the head psycologist and folllowing her example.
POWER/ABILITIES .
POWER WEAKNESS AND AMPLIFIER
FACE CLAIM .Bill Kaulitz
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HEIGHT .6”3
WEIGHT .11’4 stone
HAIR. Dark brown, almost black with a few white/blonde highlights. Its length reaches his ribs but the layers he keeps it back combed and spiked in every direction.
EYES.Mahogany Brown
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . He has a ring through his right eyebrow and a tongue bar. His ears have been pierced a few times. He had a tattoo in German on his left side going up his ribs that stands for ‘We Will Never Stop Screaming’ and a star on the right side of his stomach just under his hip.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . He has a very feminine face and wears make up a lot. Also his hair is a bit noticeable.
PHYSICAL FLAWS . He has a scar across his back from when he got in a fight when he was younger and got cut with a broken bottle.
PERSONAL STYLE . Very dark clothes. Usually either skinny jeans or baggy blue jeans with converse and a slim fit T-shirt and leather jacket. He accessorizes a lot with chokers, wrist bands, and rings.
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His Hair
Fashion
Tattoos And Piercings
Physical Pain Though It Has Never Been Self Inflicted
Listening To People
Science and Biology
Dead Things
Guitars And Singing
Trying To Help People
DISLIKES .
Being Alone
The Visions
His Brother
The People He Cares About Leaving Him Or Dying
Wearing A Fake Smile Everyday
Not Having The Confidence To Show His Emotions
Not Having Anyone Close
Night Times
STRENGTHS .
Guitars
Giving A False Sense Of Happiness
Singing
Piercings
Style
Dissection
WEAKNESSES .
Letting His Guard Down
Not Trusting
Not Letting His Feelings Out
Style
Getting Physically Hurt
GOALS .
To carry on with what he had promised his dad and ex and prove the visions wrong. He hopes to help someone one day and take the guilt away from his past.
FEARS .
Being left again by anyone he gets close to.
The visions that haunt him.
Having to blame himself for someone else’s failures again.
SECRETS .
He see’s visions of his mother, father and ex.
He fears everyone around him will die because he can’t help them.
He likes being hurt physically to punish himself for letting others down.
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FATHER . Gustav
MOTHER .Jean
SIBLINGS .Ellis
PETS .non
OTHER FAMILY .Close family in Maine, Uncle and Aunt.
HISTORY . 4 Ash was born in Leipzig, Germany on 20th November 1991 with his family there to welcome him. They were a very close family, all taking the time of what they did to make sure they were there when Ash was born. The same happened again a year later when his younger brother Ellis was bought in to the world. Everything was normal as far as normal families went. Ash was the oldest so Ellis always looked up to him. Throughout school Ash was always the happy, loud and outgoing one where as Ellis was quiet, timid and shy. Ash made it his personal task to make sure nothing ever happened to his much loved younger brother. If anyone said or did anything to hurt the quiet on, Ash would always be there for them to get through first which wasn’t very often at all. He loved life and always lived every day as it was his last. He helped his friends through hard times and never asked for anything in return.
He respected his parents and always did as they told as he believed one day that it would be for the best no matter how much he hated it at the time. They had their usual arguments and debates as all families do but he would always risk his life for them if the time called for it. They doted on their sons and always got told they were bringing them up right.
Just after his 15th Birthday however, tragedy hit the family as his father was hit by a car and died on impact. The family felt like it was breaking apart bus as always, Ash took their hands as the man of the family now and told them to be strong and never look back. He was always so bright and positive about everything and with his strong beliefs, his family managed to pull back together and carry on. He never asked for anything in return or anyone to talk to how he may have been feeling at the time. Deep down, he was a mess. His father had been his idol for many years and now it had been ripped away from him. He spent every night for months crying himself to sleep as his mother and brother always cried on his shoulder through the day and spilled their hearts out. He knew he had to keep a brave face for their sakes and let it out behind closed doors.
It was a few months after that they decided to move to Maine to be closer to family who could support them as Ash started high school as he was going to be spending all his time now studying and his mother still felt unstable. Although he worried, Ash got stuck in and tried hard at all his subjects. He took up biology, psychology and science just as his father had. On the side he also did a music course as he believed music made his life bearable. He’d played the guitar since the age of six when his father taught him how to play and also sand a lot for entertainment to his friends.
Again, the crowd he found himself with weren’t the best people for him but he still managed to keep up with his grades and also meet his first serious relationship partner Nixon. They were inseparable and after telling his mother, who was inevitably shocked at first, he took him round to visit and from then on, his mother had another person she could tell anything too. Nixon and Ash had everything in common. They had both lost parents, both put others before themselves and for once, they had someone else to let all their built up emotions to.
It wasn’t until they started University together that Nixon started showing his first signs of the incapability to cope. Ash tried his hardest to help him through and knowing that his boyfriend, the one he loved, wasn’t telling him everything, tried every day in vain to let him know his life was worth it if they were together. Unfortunately, Nixon’s body was found by him the next day as he went to meet him before his class. The trauma of seeing him so lifeless and cold had him clutching onto to his body for two days before anyone found them. He couldn’t speak, think or move. The next few weeks went by as a blur as he sat motionless and lost. The enquiries were dealt with ruling out murder and it was put down to suicide. It didn’t make him feel any better been taken of the suspects list but at least he knew the cause now.
A month later he went back to University but didn’t bother with his friends anymore. He kept his mind on his studies believing if he had been better at them he may have been able to help more. He blamed himself for not being able to be there enough or be good enough to save Nixon’s life. He was lost in his own world, letting the days rush by as he blocked out his memories and tried to think of happier ones. His mother worried about him and Ellis was getting into trouble at high school with just one year left until he could join his older brother. At home, unknown to Ash, Ellis was slowly driving his mother crazy. He caused trouble for the family and always put his mother down, lashing out at her a few times. On 20th Dec, a few days before Ash’s birthday he received a visit from the police to inform him his mother was dead and his brother was in police custody. During an argument, Nixon has pushed his mother and she had unintentionally fallen down the stairs. Ellis had tried to ring Ash as his mother lay dying but still living each day in a trance like state, he hadn’t answered his phone.
The family helped him plan the funeral as his brother was sentenced for man slaughter. The anger he felt towards the boy he once loved was unbearable. He spent days wishing he had been there to help and stop it but in his own selfishness, had left things to get this bad instead. Again, he riddled his self in guilt, blaming himself every day for the two deaths of the closest people to him. His mind ticked into overtime and at the funeral, he vowed to never give up and keep going. He was going to be like his dad, follow in his footsteps and try helping those that needed it.
Only a week after the funeral, while clearing out the house he had once shared with his mother and Ellis, he started having hallucinations. He saw his mother crying on the floor in the kitchen, her words sent chills through him as she told him he was never there, never cared about them and she hoped he would die too. He didn’t tell anyone but after that, the visions became more fluent and more lifelike. Not only could he see his mother but also his father telling him he had failed and Nixon whose death was replayed every time he saw him. The pills he took, the bottles of spirits left by the bed and his life slowly leaving him as his eyes closed. They wouldn’t leave him alone no matter how much he screamed at them or tried to push them away and ignore them. They went as randomly as they came. Their dead face’s showing up in the streets or in lessons, watching him, crying and screaming as he tried not to retaliate.
After passing his first exams he received a letter from a place he had forgotten in all the drama that he had applied to a year ago. Situated in Maine, an hours drive away, the asylum was the perfect place to get the experience he needed and develop himself professionally. He remembered his mother telling him about it, informing him his father also use to work in one back in Germany. He would do anything to make her happy so had agreed to it.
Although the sleepless nights and creepy images keep reoccurring, he hopes his mind could rest again once he can finally help someone else that needs him. A lot of the time he still likes to be alone and gets lost in his own thoughts easily. Seeing people isn’t something that can easily be bought into a conversation when asked what he’s staring at. His determination is still there and will stop at nothing to complete what he always told his family and Nixon he would do, no matter how much he just wants to be left alone to die at times. [/size][/ul]
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This is just one of mine I have taken from before as I’m rushing for work atm. Hope it is okay though
It wasn’t unusual for everyone to have an off day once in a while. Even for those that always looked to the bright side of life and made the best of everything. Sometimes things just get a little too much that even a friend’s shoulder to cry on doesn’t help. Tea time was long gone and the sky was slowly turning a nasty shade of grey blocking out all sunlight that had been struggling to shine through for most of the day. Apart from a couple of others, Miyavi say by himself away from where people would be likely to notice him. For once, he was quiet.
Kanon sat beside him and watched as Miyavi stared at the floor, his legs pulled up to his chest as he thought.
“What are you thinking about Mi-mi?” asked Kanon, his voice full of concern. Miyavi shook his head in reply and refused to look at the friend nobody else seemed to see. His bunny bear lay lifeless in front of him. He pulled the white rabbit eared hoody his mum had got him closer to him as he shivered in the cold breeze.
"I told you not to wear shorts in this whether.” The voice said in a very ‘I told you so’ tone.
“Shut up Kanon and go.”
That was all he could manage right now. He didn’t want people telling him he was stupid, a child or crazy. He’d spent the afternoon with his dad telling him that. The man that had spent all those years putting his son down was back. Yes, his mother had taken the evil man back the minute she dumped Miyavi in this place.
“This isn’t a holiday is it?” He asked his friend, a tear threatening to leave his eye as he spoke in a small voice. “And dad says you aren’t… real? He right about that also isn’t he? Don’t leave me here alone.” It was more of a plead than a demand. With Kanon, it was the only time his language and speaking came more fluently to him. He needed the company even if his dad’s harsh words were true and he was insane.
His emotions had never been this bad. Even at home, after all the abuse, he’d grown use to it, learnt to block it out. He shook his head confused at why he was feeling so sad.
“I’m not leaving you Mi-mi” The voice beside him said. “I’m here whenever you need me. Don’t forget that. You’re going to be fine. Now pick yourself up and go play.”
It was a demand that made Miyavi smile slightly as he nodded his head and climbed to his feet. He tied his converse up tightly before stuffing the bunny into his pocket; all signs of the other guy had now vanished, and skipped over to the wall. There he took Kanon out and clung to him as he watched the other people start heading in. He stood with his back against the wall pretending to be part of it so no one could see and let out a quiet giggle. Maybe if they didn’t see him he could stay outside all night and pretend he was camping under the stars. He shivered again and lent down to rub his legs.
Once he was sure he was the last one out, he skipped happily over to the middle of the yard and looked up at the few stars that were beginning to show. Holding Kanon in his out stretched hands, he spun until all the stars were mixed into one big swirl before stumbling over and falling on his back. He laid there and giggled with the rabbit by his side. “It’s beautiful the sky is.” He murmered as he felt a smile break across his lips. He sighed and pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of his head as he bought his teddy closer and clung to him under the night sky.
