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Asha || Kelly || Clarke
[b]Nickname:
Ash, Kelly, Kell, Clark. She does not mind in the least what you call her, as long as she knows for sure what you mean. And also that it isn't some rude word.
Age:
Asha is seventeen, as of two months ago.
Personality:
Asha is a strange person, to say the least. But wouldn't anybody be the least bit strange when the only place left for her was an insane asylum straying from the realms of civilisation? She hears drumming. Drumming of a clock that just can't seem to stop ticking. Like a pounding ache drilling through her head, pressing hot iron into her temples like a blazing scream. She feels it all the time, and she knows it cannot be long before it will find her, and make it's last destination. She is stubborn, and has strong intentions, whether she means them for good or for bad - she will do anything to get them. It may not be the cleverest of things, for sometimes she wants the craziest of ideas. For example, she has a need to fly away to space - or has the need to never move as long as daylight is fresh on her skin. These irrational decisions designate many problems within her head, beckoning more OCD issues.
Your Mental state:
Overall, very unstable. Heavily depressed and schizophrenic are just two of strange developments she has been getting. Her OCD is increasing from the mild levels it had started off has, and a once deal for perfection has now changed to something far more powerful. Everything has to be perfect, whether the Doctor wishes for it or not.
What you Look like
Eye color:
Green, tinged with emerald specks and darkening claps of ebony.
Natural Hair Color:
Brown, a shade more or less resembling honey dew with a splash of sunlight. Although, her hair does give off a dry impression - almost like she has stayed in the heat too long and her hair has dyed itself with it.
What you're wearing
Just something of that usual standard, or really anything she can control herself to wear. For this occasion, she has hobbled into some loosely glimmered jeans. She has to wear a belt with it though, as with most clothes. For her appetite has strongly decreased, and now she cannot wear almost anything she has - from the weight she has so abruptly lost. A sweater too, loosely slung over her upper body, causing waves where the dips in her skinny frame have dug even deeper. Her outfits usually never go to mix well together, for she has lost the heart to look as good as she could. As long as her clothes as straight, and with as few creases as possible, she does not mind what is going on with anything else of her outward appearance.
What you had before you went Crazy
Crush:
A girl. Of course, it was a girl. She has always been more interested in them, for boys were cruel and insensitive. She loved this girl. They were best friends at first, and it was only when they started secondary school that things got much worse. The girl was Rose, and quite a rose at that. Everything was just perfect about her. Well, it was. Until this girl found that she didn't want Asha, she wanted boys only. Didn't everybody? But Asha still felt she had to, she was in love, and her stupidity was blinding her. One day, at their class disco, she kissed Rose, right on the mouth. Ever since then, her social life has just been completely rejected.
Hobbies:
She loves to use a bow and arrow. It was how she first killed. Her brother. He was always the loved one, and oh how she had loved spilling that first arrow into his neck. Archery was such a delicate sport. She loved watching films and reading books - anything to drive her mind free of the real world. She also really liked to study history and foreign language. There were so many different ways and reasons of which the mind really worked.
Friends:
Since Rose, nobody would want her. Now, she doesn't need anybody. Friends are parasites, only feeding onto the few things that you really have.
Family:
A spoilt brother, now dead. A mother and father who cared nothing for her. A sister who was old enough to move out, and who took her chances in the world - then who was killed only a few weeks later under a racing bus. Who knew if it was accidental? Who knew whether the driver understood the frenzied look in Lucy's eyes when she faced the bus with her jaw clenched and ready? As far as extended family went, there wasn't much more for it. She saw them sometimes as Christmas. But that was all. They were not as close. Asha's parents liked to keep themselves with the 'cleaner' side of society.
History:
Asha knew something was wrong with herself after Rose left her. Her depression started, severely, developing another twist and turn fast in the dark roller coaster. Then the anger, following alongside it in a raging storm. Then darkness. Then light. She started stealing things, from shops, from her parents, from the school. Her main flaw was that she could never tell a lie up close. Ever. It was impossible. Her shoulders would quake and the world would catch up with her, knocking her off her tiny feet. She started fighting, getting into gangs. She always went the furthest, but not with boys. She still knew that Rose would only be the one. Always. Then she killed her brother. The she ran away, found her life on the streets. Ran away from the Police, and from everything. She lives with others like her, all escaped victims from something far beyond themselves. But everybody gets caught once in their life. She was caught like any other, and finally put away for good.
Other:
I'm insane. I'm crazy. What more is there to say?