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Topic Started: Sep 9 2010, 11:49 PM (6 Views)
Nate
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Asher Hawthorne- :male - Age

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Appearance
 
Crouched up against a tree flashing in tie-dyed tops accompanied by torn and tattered stone-washed navy denim acid-stained in some spots with the essential frayed knees is the profile pictured displayed on his Kanto Trainer link profile. The boy, at the height of about five and a half foot weighing no more than one hundred and sixteen pounds has a moppy head of tresses, always looking grubby, but in a style that some people pay hundreds for. His natural hair color is a very unclean and dark auburn shade. The boy’s eyes are always concealed by the green-tinted glass that leaves his eyes looking a uniform green color. Under the cover of the glass-bottle color green his eyes are always hazy- looking like he is always wet-eyed. His irises are revealed to be a almost synthetic but somehow biological slate color that seem frozen and fixated on a single thought or memory perhaps of something mind-controlling or bending in a sense that it would greatly disrupt the natural flow of times eyes of a common shade seem to travel.

Asher’s lips among all of his emotion-determining facial features seemed to be intrigued with jubilance, flowing with on an unending short-bus that wafts on a sense of moderate to slight entertainment. The pink fleshy lips themselves are always cracked by the elements, blood shimmering beneath skin-building cells hard at work, some more blurred by the growing human flesh that covers our entire body, the others following a pattern of being somewhat altered by his consuming happiness. His nose, always focusing on being somewhat amused crooks upward slightly, forming a bit of a beak look. The eyes of the teen are slightly at a slant, with the skin bunching upward and the white eye-ball itself slipping downward like melting wax from a burning wick. Will the two every work again in unison? What about his ears, that both begin to sag beneath the scabbing lips. His jawbone, much like his ears is sagging, and if it hadn’t been for the constant focus on keeping his mouth from slipping open to allow any sort of foreign object to enter. When his jawbone opens like this the young man’s entire neck begins to be pulled up by the handing upper jawbone.

His hands, which are also pictured, are slightly different than his casual torso. Asher’s digits seemed demented, but if anyone where to see the boys pictures in another form that a still frame they would understand that the boy performs a ritualistic tapping, stabbing his fingernails quickly into a solid surface, each test examining said object’s tangibility. Much unlike his phalanges continuously in motion his legs and feet tend to be much more lax. Resembling but an antonym action his tarsus and metatarsal bones rest silently under the wraps of brown two inch long leather straps right before his toe bones on either foot and separated by a two inch gap from one another. The straps tie into a contoured cork and rubber foot bed. The typical wine-top cork bed is a layer of couture fitting mold. His tough protein called keratin skin appendages are always scratched and holding captive layers of natural earth elements e.g. dirt, plant matter.

Very unlike the messy appearance of his hair or nails even Asher’s skin is clean and elegant, tan-toned, and slightly tattered in wiry facial hair. He has a particular scribble of color in the shape of a Super Mario series green mushroom. Solid black text stated DOI, slightly being faded in color. The boy’s right wrist can be seen partially protruding from his mess of hair he has them cradling from behind. This text, although cannot be clearly read most noticeably has provoke the delicate skin causing an almost red but not quite rose colored puffing. It wasn’t a perfect square around the also orthogonal in shape but instead lined in black color. Whatever this new tattoo might picture it is clearly fresh at the time this picture was taken.

All in all this young man looks relaxed and absorbed on the culture of two square and ten some odd years ago. The act of being a counter-culture with influence from a counter-culture was something many people who had learned from their own parents to be examples of aged hippies that’s’ parent of this generation of teens were on a strict no-drug policy. With strict policy comes immense rebellion from their children which were often neglected. Asher’s appearance is an allusion to the generation that so many people and places were influenced by.


So much for Kanto me.” Asher sighed, closing out the image he had seen before him and the Kanto "Who’s Who" Trainer Periodical description of him refreshes the boy of a time past in his life. “I’m moving on in the world, like everyone never said I would.”

Asher’s eyes, for some reason very relaxed seemed almost forest-green in the light of the air plane which was headed directly for the Tohea Region, a place virgin to massive adventure. Before his heavy eye lids fall abruptly to their fleshy duplicates on the lower portion of the eye, causing bruising to them the white of Asher’s eyes can be seen. The usual hazy eyes now looked much drier, like they had been banished from moister for a time. The rest of his face looks nonchalant in a serious tone, resting firmly in a borderline expression-less display.

Contrasted by the description of his eyes and facial structure are opposite; the level of cleanliness and the actual color of his hair seem to match as described, but the style a straight and somewhat floppy appearance at the ends type of cut. His skin is surprisingly much paler in tone and damaged by typical teen imperfections. Asher’s hands were rested on his slouching body, pressed on an unpadded with fat chest bone. His digits, both fingers and toes completely still, not jittering like the article would describe. Like almost everything about the boy’s outer shell his wardrobe has taken a dramatic flip. His normally multicolor and short-sleeve shirt is swapped out for a black cable-knit sweater. Asher’s pants this time around are much cleaner navy blue jeans with more clean, more professional features. The every comfortable sandal shoes are traded for a pair of comfortable Nike Shox brand shoes that are black in color. His right hand, which always seems to be hidden, is covered by a fingerless black leather glove. His tattoo, most uncommonly seen by anyone at all has healed perfect, displaying now a black bar code series with odd little markings in between the tiny gaps.

Personality
 
Required Three Paragraph/250 word MINIMUM. Explain to us everything that truly makes your character who they are. Tell us their general personality as well as things like their likes, dislikes, fears, strengths. Let us know how they will interact with other people and Pokemon, and how they will act when in a battle.

Biography
 
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Other Info
 
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Kadaraa, Bagon (:male, Celtic)
Edited by Nate, Sep 10 2010, 12:05 AM.
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