Cruz, Asher [Canon] « Thread Started on Jun 26, 2007, 4:26pm »
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Name: Christopher Years of Roleplaying: A few... Any Other Characters on this Site? Not at the moment...
Character Basics:
Name: Asher Jett Cruz Nickname(s): Ash, AJ, Jett, J, and Cruz Age: 18 Gender: Male Weight: 138 Height: 5'9" Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Tattoos/Piercings: "Death", on his right shoulder blade.
Scars/Birth Marks: Asher's birth mark is on his left leg, just on the bend of the back of his leg. His scars consist of those from childhood. His most recent and worst of all time would be the one he got two years ago when him and his friends were at the Jackson Ski Resort, which is on his right wrist.
Physical Appearance: Asher's clothing style consist of nothing fancy looking, but it's anything but trash when he's the one wearing it. Mostly, his torso is covered with a white wife beater that clings to his muscular body and shows off his stomach just right. Occasionally he'll wear an unbuttoned shirt over it, the colors varying between blue, hunter green, tan, black, and white. You might even catch him out in a flannel or stripped shirt. However, it's rare. His tees are usually the same color, some with the sarcastic 'offensive' words or pictures and others with band names and member signatures.
His jeans are nothing more than the newest of new. You won't catch him out in a pair with even the tiniest hole unless, of course, they were made that way. If he's not wearing jeans, you'll find him in some black pants. He has made a habit of wearing swimming trunks as regular shorts. Unlike most, a belt is placed through the loops of his jeans so that his slightly baggy pants don't fall past his butt. He doesn't follow the 'in' crowd when it comes to sagging pants or extra long shirts. As for his feet well, look for him in the skateboarding section at shoe stores.
Asher's natural brown hair switches between a few different styles. Hair that hangs just above his eyes, cut off and combed forward or to the side, or just fingers through the hair will do.
His markings consist of a single tattoo. His only major scarring is on his wrist. A trip to the ski resort gone bad, you could say. What turned into a trip away from the friends for some fun with his girlfriend, turned into a bloody story to tell everyone. Mr. Clutz, he was called once he slipped on his on two feet and fell on to a ground full of large rocks.
Ash's blue eyes are filled with hate for everyone except those that he cares for, then they resemble the complete opposite. Sadness also feels them, with or without a reason. The only odds and in things about his appearance would be the shaking of his hands when he's angry, which is a rare happening.
Sexual Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Taken Sin: Envy
Character Academics:
Classes:
Calculus Senior Health and Physical Education Student Teach a Class AP Physics Honors English 12 Music Appreciation Woodshop
Sports:
Baseball Swimming
Clique: "The Outsiders"
About your Character:
Personality: Asher is a laid back kind of guy. As much as he is considered an outsider to the rest of the student body, he's still one of the most popular, due to his own girlfriend's popularity. His attitude allows him to overlook most things, and he's down for letting things pass him by.
To the outside world, he is one of the most carefree people you will ever meet. However, when locked inside his room you will find the exact opposite of how you see him at school. Past issues have ruined this pretty boy. Present issues, such as his girlfriend cheating on him have made an impact on his personality as well. Nobody sees this side though, as far as everyone knows, he's blinder than a bat when it comes to her unfaithful trips off school grounds or at clubs and his life is just... Perfect. If only they knew.
As high school has quickly gone by and is almost over with, Asher's mask has been slowly fading. No longer will you see perfection walking through the hallways with his arm around one of the hottest girls in school and a meaningful smile on his face. Most kids just look for the rage of fire burning in his eyes directed to anyone he doesn't know. Still, his main concern is making things seem right from everything to home life, grades, to his precious and deceiving lover.
Asher is also very active person. Many of the times, you'll find his slim built figure out running around town or down at the local swimming pool or running laps at the gym or football field. He gets his activeness from his father.
Likes: + Silence + Art + Scenery + Being active + Sports + School + Reading + Writing + Long walks + The beach + Animals + Movie watching + Designing + Building + Naps + Physical contact + Lightening + Conversation + Rain
Dislikes: - Love - When his pencil breaks during drawing - Unfaithful actions - Dishonesty - Cars - Drama - Violence - Ice cream - Commercials - Ignorance - Misplacing his sketch pad
Strengths: + Physical Strength + Honesty + Mackenzie Symone + Allowing himself to overlook things. + Talent (Sports, Drawing)
Weaknesses: - Getting too attached - Emotions - Too forgiving - Envy - The loss of his brother - Mackenzie Symone
Hobbies: Asher’s hobbies include nothing out of the ordinary. If he isn’t training himself to become better in the sports he plays, he’s off in his room or some other quiet place with his second love, drawing. Not many people know of his talent though, he prefers to keep it that way.
Family:
-Father- [Plastic Surgeon] Jett Cruz 42 Years Old Asher and his father have the perfect, right off the movie screen father/son relationship. He was always his daddy's little man, and it stuck later on in life. Though, his work keeps him away from his son, Asher doesn't think any less of his father and their bond is tighter than ever.
-Brother- [Deceased] Jett Cruz Junior (JC) 25 Years Old Asher's best friend. He took the death of his brother hard, so hard in fact, that from time to time, he goes back to the place JC was pronounced dead on the scene. Images often haunt Asher's mind of the day.
History: The night was rough, lightening and thundering, the storm was coming in. Nine year old Asher walked down the hall way and into his parents bedroom. His father was working, and his brother had a later curfew than he did, so he was still out roaming the streets. It was then that the frightened boy climbed into his parent's bed, expecting open arms from his mother, only to find her lifeless, bloody body laying there under the covers. Suicide, it seems, she couldn't handle the life of a surgeons wife, but Father's pride would never allow her to make a fool out of him with a divorce. Asher didn't take it well, his Father found him holding on to his Mother, covered in blood and begging her to wake up. She never woke up, and Asher never fully moved on. He just pushed the pain aside, acted as if it never existed, as if his mother never existed.
Years later, the boys father had convinced them both just that. She never was a part of their life. The townspeople whispered about their family, but Asher and his brother ignored them as best they could. After awhile, those whispers stopped. Their father was grateful.
Asher grew up wanting what others had. It didn't matter if what he had was better or not. He made his own life hard. Most of his days growing up were spent mopping around at a loss, growing jealous of those who had more than him and plotting revenge. Unfortunately, Asher never got out of that stage. He still carries that large weight on his shoulders.
His best friend was the person that had exactly what he had. His brother. JC never was jealous, nor did he have a care in the world for what people had that he didn't. His carefree life came to a sudden end just recently, after an incident at his job site. Asher took this death much harder. Perhaps it was because his father had no time to brain wash him, he was too busy working at this point.
The death caused an instant change in Asher. People didn't see much though, Ash was always the quiet one that was seen with his cheating girlfriend and was oblivious to her unfaithfulness. The only difference was, he wasn't seen as much. He had began making a new path for himself, straight to into an abandoned classroom to use his talent. If he were married, art would be his mistress.
Character Extras:
Celebrity: McKenzie, Benjamin Canon or Original: Canon
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
Quote:
There he stood, in all of his shame. The boy who had nothing and turned it into everything, and then gave it all up to go back to his previous life. Drugs and drinking. No friends and nobody to care for, not even himself. This, this is what he had amounted to. Nothing. Another fucked up life that was done all by the person living it. He couldn't blame anyone except himself for this. Not even his most recent drug supplier, Ryder Hades. “A friend of a friend” he’d say when speaking of the druggie. Hannah Preston or, at first, Jess’ twin sister. Ryder and her had started dating, and if it weren’t for that, Chandler probably never would have been interested in being introduced to the kid.
This wasn’t the Chandler Styles that most adored, or feared. No, he was gone. He had left the building and allowed some other person to take his appearance, to make him their own. Chandler didn’t exist any longer. He was gone the first night he lowered himself to taking those pills that sat safely below his kitchen counter in the drawer. Sam knew from the beginning, but his lying had already begun. That rattling would have been played off as her imagination, if he ever thought he could get away with it. She was too smart for that though. Her only downfall was trusting him. Believing the lies that slipped through his sinned lips. It only got worse from there… Still, the person that had taken over Chandler allowed nothing to be said. Only lies came through his teeth before, after, and even during doing some type of drug. Any drug, whatever it was his drug dealer had on him at the moment.
Leigh Saunders was his only problem… Leigh. Why, why must reality hit him at the exact wrong moments? The girl had gone missing. The girl who, would sneak off for days even weeks at a time with no care in the world. Somehow, this time was different. People knew from the first day that this blonde bombshell nominated prom queen was gone. And as most… She quickly faded. Out of sight, out of mind. Well, until a new party arose or someone remembered the memories that she helped make. For example, Chandler’s earlier thoughts about days in the sun with his friends… She was one of those friends. And now, she was just another lost thought that people who really didn’t even know her would mourn just for some attention.
Chandler kicked the sand beneath him, silently cursing himself as he held the medicine bottle that would be in its’ safety zone, resting in the bottom of his pocket, had it not been for his hand gripping it tightly. What had he done to himself? Resulting in long hours at work, failing the classes that he once took pride in for knowing he could succeed in them, pass them with flying colors, and drinking coffee to keep himself awake for no reason at all, other than to not miss one scheduled time to pop some more pills as soon as his high was gone. Everyone in his life was… Gone. Everyone but the ones that he knew were his enemies from the start, the drug dealers. His friends were pushed out of his life so much that they just gave in at some point, only talking to him when it was necessary. Sam though, Sam had tried her best to ignore him ever since she walked in on her best friend having sex with the Diary Queen slut.
He had messed up, again.
Raising his lowered head, he searched for any sign that he might get out of this hole he had dug up then jumped in. Sam would be that sign this time. She was supposed to meet him here. It was the first time she had returned any reply in a few weeks now, and he could only hope that this wasn’t just some cruel joke that he deserved. She wasn’t like that though… She’d show. Krystal Chemise deciding to really give up on someone had never happened. ‘There’s a first time for everything’ quote came to mind quickly, washing over all other self loathing thoughts. This wouldn’t be her first time on giving up on someone, especially not him… Right?
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Re: Cruz, Asher [Canon] « Reply #1 on Jun 26, 2007, 5:19pm »
Accepted, Sugar Bunny. I know you said you didn't like it, but I think it was pretty super..lolol..you can change it up a bit though at a later date if you want to.
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