ISMENEE, ashton

[ASHTON ISMENEE]

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I’M A CREEP, I’M A WIERDO
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?

name: ashton ismenee
age: seventeen years of age
gender: of the male persuasion
orientation: bisexual
race: werewolf

I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS
I WANT TO HAVE CONTROL

personality: Ashton is a goof. He enjoys teasing and goofing off. He never takes anything seriously, and knows how to take a joke. However, he doesn’t take school seriously either, and doesn’t even bother to learn, making him quite dim-witted at times. Ashton is, however, a great friend who enjoys hanging out, and is even quite popular. He’s also, quite unfortunately, very hyperactive, and talks a mile a minute, making it extremely hard to understand at moments.
strengths: strong willed, fighter, friendly, goofy, prankster
weaknesses: dim-witted, hyperactive, can’t focus, looses interest quickly, talks too much
hobbies: pulling pranks, chilling out, having fun, swimming, talking, playing basketball, skateboarding
interests: pranking, playing cards

I WANT A PERFECT BODY
I WANT A PERFECT SOUL

appearance: Ashton is your average boy in every way. He has brown hair and brown eyes. His hair, like most skaters, is long, and his jeans come skinny. He’s thin and bony, not a single muscle in his entire body, and a smile is constantly present on his pretty face.
eyes: brown
hair: brown
complexion: pale
wardrobe: skinny jeans and tight band t-shirts. In Ashton’s opinion, there is nothing wrong with the ‘emo’ style.
imperfections: Ashton has always been extremely self-conscious of his skinny body.

YOU’RE SO VERY SPECIAL
I WISH I WAS SPECIAL

extra information: Ashton allergic to grass, it happens, he gets this intensely itchy rash that covers his body if his skin is exposed to grass for too long. Solution? Don’t roll around in the grass.
rp sample:

{why didn’t i walk away}

Eagle wasn’t always one for thinking. Actually, he was quite the opposite. He never bothered to stop and think about anything. The blonde was just another impulsive, obnoxious teenage boy who knew nothing about anything.

Which would be why he was failing three out of his five courses at school. Normally, the blonde wouldn’t be bothered to walk anywhere near the library, but his parents had reminded him that if he didn’t pass all five of his classes, he’d be stuck a junior again and they were adamant that if he failed they would leave Farmington and move to a town where schools were more…accepting… of dumber students.

And that was nowhere on Eagle’s to-do list.

So the blonde had gotten up at six in the morning, something he didn’t even do when it was school time. He took his skateboard from its place in his room, and he went off the library to see if studying would help him at all. And if it didn’t, well then he was just naturally stupid.

Eagle looked up at the library. Never thought I’d find myself here again, he sighed, remembering with little fondness when his parents dragged him off to the library for his freshman research report. They had stood over him as if he was a baby, and watched his every move like hawks.

A smile pulled on Eagle’s mouth, and he took his skateboard in his hands and walked into the building.

Farmington wasn’t really warm, and most buildings that Eagle knew of didn’t use air conditioning. But Eagle could feel the cold blast of wind the second he opened the doors. He flipped his hair out of his eyes, and walked in, trembling just slightly with chills.

He hadn’t gone far, he hadn’t even reached a single shelf when he spotted a girl. Not just any girl. A very pretty girl named Viviana. A girl who he just happened to know from school.

“Hemmingway,” he said as he walked up behind her. “Is a very inspirational author,” he smirked at the brunette and sat down in the chair across from her.

Eagle smiled slightly, waiting for her to look up at him. Okay, so he lied, she wasn’t pretty.

She was damn gorgeous. And Eagle would admit it too. He was a bold guy who knew nothing about manners, or anything else for that matter. He didn’t know anything about love or girls, but he knew enough about making someone happy. He knew from experience that it took flattery.

“I’ve never actually read anything by Hemmingway,”

[/color] he confessed, “but it seems like you enjoy his works,” he smiled more now, she was very beautiful to look at, the way her eyes scanned the page as she read, and the way her hair fell around her shoulders. Eagle smirked and almost lost himself in the color of her chocolate eyes.
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n o t e s ___ um... it's short and kinda bad. sorry. I tried XD
l i s t i n i n g - t o ___ Learning to Fall by Boys Like Girls
t a g s ___ Viviana Marie Johnson

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