ASHE, benjamin leo

[benjamin leo ashe]

benjamin leo ashe

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mask of deception;

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full name; benjamin leo ashe
nickname(s); benji
age; sixteen
birthday; feburary twenty first
grade; tenth/sophmore
species; human
gender; male
sexual orientation straight
canon or original; canon

uncovering the truth;

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personality;
Surprisingly, he's very artistic and creative. The kind of guy who would rather take a long walk and listen to music rather then watch a football game. Come to think of it, Benjamin really doesn't like sports that much. He'd much rather watch a concert then watch some people run around a field, although he does geta kick when they get injured. He likes peace and quiet, unless we are considering his music. Even though, he is fond of reading and never even dares to abbriveate anything, Banjamin is rather unintelligent. He has settled on the fact that his life will end quite soon. If he graduates, he is lucky.

The boy sure does know how to have a good time. He finds amusement in the smallest things, things most would not find to funny. With a close friend, he will crack the most perverted jokes, for his mind is filled with them. It would have to be a close friend for he is a very shy kid. In most cases, he does not speak until he is spoken to. When talking, he avoides all eye contact and fiddles with his fingers, rings of any placemant, and hands. He can carry on a conversation well for he is one of the five people in the whole world that enjoys small talk.

He has anger issues and gets pissed off easily. The smallest things annoy him and provoke him. He suffers silently, never raiseing his voice or even mentioning that a comment or action has set him off. Benjamin has learned to just walk away or turn the other cheeck. He is a fair fighter, yet he has never thrown the first punch, except against his father or once he is wasted.

The sixteen year old is skittish and scares easily. He could easily be classified as paranoid at meny times. He always seems to be worrying about something, or something is always wrong with him. Benjamin is prone to accidents and is constantly tripping over his own feet, dropping his books, or running into somthing and someone. He has grown use to it and will simply pick himself or the object up and walk away, sometimes with an apology first.

Benjamin is a heavy drinker, almost to the point where you could call him an alcoholic. Unfortunately, he also has a tad smoking addiction. He does not smoke as much as he use to. Truth is, he has always perfered a nice beer than any joint. He likes to party, and most definitely likes to have a good time. Yet when he is drunk, he is somewhat like a little boy, always needing something. All those things he keeps bottled up, he lets loose. The secrets, the rage, and the emotions.

The kid is also a little bit of a germophob. He greatly fears getting sick or catching some kind of terrible disease. Not to the point where he won't step outside or anything, of course, but, he's not taking any chances. He refuses to directly touch a door, sanitizes and washes his hands more then any normal person needs to, and will not go in a public restroom or shower. He hates docters offices, for obvious reasons.

Frustration comes quick for Benjamin. He's a little bit of a perfectionist sometimes, and when he can't get something right, or understand something the first time, it bothers him. In addition, he's very obsessive compulsive -- things need to be organized and in their proper places or else he'll probably end up throwing a fit. Constantly he cleans everything, it helps his nerves. This is especially true when it comes to his appearance; Benjamin Ashe refuses to leave his room unless his hair looks to his satisfaction. He worries a lot how people perceive him, so therefore, he puts a lot of time and worry into his appearance.

The poor boy can't sit still to save his life. Benjamin constantly fidgets and moves around, doing such paranoid things as tapping his heel on the ground, clicking his pen, or playing with his hair, sometimes without even realizing it. It gets him in trouble on occasion during classes, but, he can't help himself. It's like some kind of undiagnosed mental disorder that's always affected him, unfortunately.
likes;
girls
Vodka
Designer things
Skateboarding
scilence
cell phone
electronics
storms
coffee
blue
Black
Skinny girls jeans
music
drinking
sister
photogrophy
animals
fast cars
Loud music
dislikes;
not knowing what time it is
public places
large crowds of people
docters office
germs
hot weather
small spaces
school
sports
make-up on guys
parents
big meals
fears;
cathcting something that can not be cured
having to give a speech
small places
cancer
elevators
habits;
avoiding eye contact
fidgeting
makeing sure everything is tidy
looking in anything that is reflective
flaws;
prone to accidents
gets offended easily
has a temper

time machine;

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parents; Jerry Ashe, 41. Amelia Ashe, 31. Both human.
siblings; Thorne Ashe, 17, human/sister/student.
kids; none
pets; A large playful dog with shaggy hair that answers to the name Hippo.
hometown; London.
personal history;
Even when he was little, he would not associate with any of the other young kids. He would sit and watch the kids on the playground run, climb, jump and swing. At time he would smile, as if he was enjoying this activity. Of corse his parents did not understand, and they puched harder to sign him up for soccer, basketball, or football. Benjamin refused to particapate in the sports, that is until he tried dance. There were no other guys, that he knew of, in dance. He decided to keep this activity on the down low. His father hated that Benjamin enjoyed such of an activity. Benjamin began to hate his father.

He always had a strong relshonhip with his mother, even after he started to grow away from his parents and his old life. She always encouraged him and was always there for him, cheering him on. His father however was filled with disappointment. At times, he could not look his son in the eye because he was in such a place of disgrace. Benjamin hated that feeling. He began to quit the things that he loved and life and started to live a life of lives, for his father of corse. Jerry was pleased, Benjamin was not.

When he reached fifth grade, the parents had pushed him over the limit. He exploded. The boy started to show signs of rebellion against his parents. He would begin to storm away mid-conversation from them. The boy would go days without saying a word to his parents. He would leave for hours at a time, with no excuse. About a year later, he began skipping classes, sleeping in school, and going to class high. He was in public school, no one really cared. He was still given a fair amount of detenion and iss, in school suspension. This lead to meeting his best friend, Christian.

Christian taught Benjamin to control his anger silently; gave him a blade. The two boys would sneak out and meet up at the local public park to become buzzed before running off to a concert, a party, or the latest adventure. Half of those nights, Benjamin can not remember what they did, where they went, who they met, and who they did. Night after night quickly turned into year after year. Christian was good at misbehaving, but he was also good at getting caught. It was quite ironic.

Benjamin had learned from him. Benjamin knew not to get caught, knew how to hide, and knew where to run. He also knew, that Christian would never come back to him. They had locked him up forever. It hurt to loose his best friend, his only friend. The pain itself sent a whole new curve ball. Maybe it was not the suffering that led him to the actions of getting gages and countless tattoos, but it began once Christian was gone.

His parents, especially his father, are fed up by him. His mother is hurt by his actions, Benjamin Ashe knows that to. They sent him here, along with his sister to make him change, or thats what they said. Deep down, Benjamin knows that they have sent him here to get rid of him. Even farther deep down, he wonders if they will adopt new kids, and live a new life, far away from their old home. In reality, it would not bother him, he want a reason to never go home. He will be lucky if he even graduates.

mirror, mirrror;

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hair; shaggy and black
eyes; a really pale green.
weight; 121
height; 5'10"
tattoos; countless tattoos trail along his chest, neck, back, and arms. Drop Dead is written across his knucles.
piercings; snake bite and gages
anything else;
play by/face claim; oliver sykes

underneath the mask;

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your name; diane
age; forteen
other characters; none
where did you find us? tainted love
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;

For a while, he watched her get on the computer. Curiostity zoomed over him What was she doing? His blue orbs were slightly starring at her. It wasn't like he wanted to be. Ok, he did, but he didn't exactly want her to know how he felt about her. Of corse she was Blaire Carter, every guy was practicly in love with her. Love wasn't the word for him, but it was close. Maybe, lust. Pracitcly everyone wanted to get with her, get to know her, and get laid with her. Christian stretched his arms out and lied back on the couch. Now all he could do was look at her. But the gaze was softer than before. It was more calm and almost like a bored exspression. His eyes were slowly wanting to become closed, but he fought viciously to keep them open. Why was he so drowsy all of the sudden, is did not make to much sense to him.

By the way, my Name's Blair Carter. You are? No joke. He had already figured that much out. He, like everyone else in the school, knew who she was. Of corse she didn't know him. He smiled a little at that thought. Yeah. Christian. Why give his last name? He wasn't too proud of who was in his family. His sisters were screw ups. He loved them, but they were screw ups. His whole family did not have a good reputation.

Before he could think more about this, she talked again. There is a tv you know... Shit, she had noticed him starring at her. A rush of embarresment flooded over him. It was his own fault for letting this happen. Yet, he graciously took the remote and flipped through the channels, finnaly settling on the news. The news. Most would laugh at this fact, but it was about death and destruction and people ruinging there lives. He loved it. Christian couldn't say anything else, she had made him talk all about last night, something he did not want to exactly mention. Even though he was a great story teller, noone wanted to hear him talk that long.

His throat slowly began to beg for thirst. Then he began to look at her again. Damn, why didn't she just come and sit her little ass right next to him? He would like that. He knew it would never happen. But a boy could dream. For a while, he was upset that she had burned all her joints. If she was high, it was more of a chance she would sleep with him. Yet, Christian didn't take advantage, too much. Inreality, if she was wasted, he would probably not dare to touch her. He was a bit of a softie for those kinds of things.

She started to answer his prayers, the thirst part at least. You want something to drink? He thought for a little bit. Yeah he did, but what? He decided to leave it up to her. Yeah. Whatever you have is fine. Christian was satisfied with the dr.pepper. It was perfect, for him atleast. Others would say he was going to get fat for drinking it, but he couldn't stop.

Christian decided that he might as well say something. Plus it was bugging him. What if that person did show up? Blair's reputation would probably be over. His would go up, but she would probably hate him. Why have that happen? Dude, for a second, he sounded stoned himself. You don't have a roomnate, do you? He got up and started to walk around and look through the rooms. Curiosity killed the cat. He should have known.

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