❝Can't you hear the music when it's silent?❞
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[size=16pt]THE BASICS[/size]
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Nickname(s);; Give him one if you want.
Gender;; Male
Age;; 19
Date of Birth;; May 15
Sexuality;; Heterosexual
Species;; Human
Alliance;; Loner[/fancypost]
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Height;; 5'10"
Weight;; 132lbs
Hair;;
His hair had become his namesake, as his hair is platinum blonde. Long as it is, he tends to attempt to keep it styled back, although he finds it often splitting down the middle and lying around his face in unkempt strands that curl when in humidity.
Eye Color;;
Ash's eyes are a stereotypical blue, going along with his conservatively shy attitude in an almost maddening manner. Large and innocent, they keep averted from the gaze of others and fixated on anything else around him.
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[size=16pt]DIGGING DEEPER[/size]
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Written Description;;
A spectre of pastel blues and dust-covered whites stood in the half light of the rising sun, cheeks red from sunburn and his lengthening hair falling around his face, wavy from the humidity clinging to him from the air. He wore a white baseball cap over his nearly white-gold hair and a thin long-sleeve shirt in a pastel blue color. His jeans were a slightly darker hue, feet wrapped in cloth in replacement of the shoes he had to abandon and never got around to retrieving. A thin metal cross hung from his neck, which he gripped as he looked up to the sky in silent gratitude for the peaceful isolation. Beneath his shirt sleeve, thick leather appeared, arm guards he had fashioned to protect himself from bites in close combat that had strengthened him and made him a lithe sort of strong.
His eyes darted forward at the sound of rustling in the shrubbery dotting the plains he now crossed, their oceanic blue depths focused and deadly. The danger brought out a change in his loose and reserved stature, causing him to develop a poise of dangerous momentum, a metal bar pulled from his back. It was covered with rusted nails on either side.
Personality;;
The leader of the colony was as rude as ever, yelling about something Ash wasn't listening to. He had learned to tune people out almost completely, stuck in his own world of hyper-focus and strategy. He was standing beneath a large rock outcropping, fixing the storm drains that allowed clean water to collect in large blue drums. He despised being yelled at and getting into arguments, which he knew he would get into if he showed any sign of not listening to the near monarch of this colony, but he needed to finish the project at hand.
Someone else approached, the movement instantly stealing Ash's focus from the metal bits as something inside him sparked to prepare himself. It was almost a flinch without outward signs, wariness without fear or true anxiety. He recognized the woman, but didn't react to them as he continued his attempt to seal the edges of the metal to prevent leakage. Outside his world, the newcomer defended him until both of their voices raised.
Suddenly, one of the metal frames came crashing down. They all stepped back to avoid it, the fight instantly halting as they looked to Ash. He said nothing as he picked it back up to put it in place. The fight slowly resumed, but that only upset him further.
"I'll need more tools for this one line. Leave the others alone if you don't want a water shortage, but a few leaks will be better than nothing."
With his last word, he turned to the woman and put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her away with him so the fight didn't continue. He had done what he could to stop it, and now he was preventing it.
"Thank you for defending me, but it's alright. I don't listen anyways. You don't need to get on his bad side too," He offered her a smile.
History;;
Ash sat cross-legged on a cliff, overlooking a beautifully overgrown canyon. He thought about the events leading to this point of time, the point of complete silence and no living human for miles in either direction. He thought of his mother before everything, of her overprotective attitude and his studies. He remembered his advancements in mechanics, his drive towards engineering, and all of the programs his mother had put him in to give him a sharply analytical yet creative mind. She, herself, was a scientist that was often gone for work.
His mind skipped through the trivial years and into the chaos of the first waves, and the attack of his elite school. It was a slaughter, but some teacher had been ready to take as many of the kids as possible and get them to safety.
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[font=georgia][size=16pt]LOVE LIFE[/size]
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[font=georgia][size=16pt]ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER[/size]
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