Ashley Sylvester Shaw
Dec 10, 2010 17:44:49 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Shaw on Dec 10, 2010 17:44:49 GMT -5
The Basics
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Name: Ashley Sylvester Shaw
Nicknames: ‘Azzy’, Ash, 'boyfriend', 'babe', Little Boy or 'Father Chernobyl'.
Age: Seventeen
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student,
Powers:
Atomic Control (Nuclear Fission)-
Ashley can control atomic mass of atoms and affect the level of radiation in an area, lowering it only if it has another place it can go, or raising it by simply forcing the atoms to duplicate. He can also muster small atomic blasts, which are -unsurprisingly- much less affective that atomic powers like the Little Boy or the Fat Man. These are usually shown off in science classes, but usually leave him running for the nurses’ office a few minutes later. Ashley can weaken the affects of an atomic blast, blocking the fireball or redirecting it somewhere else, but at the price of a few years of his life. He can also use it to generate power to run light bulbs and laptops for certain amounts of time, but at the moment that seems to be just about it.
The main weaknesses are that the larger negation-type views of Ashley’s Atomic Control is that it takes a lot of physical strength and a huge amount of emotional stamina and will power. For the most part, he could deflect Chernobyl’s core radiation, but end up either in a comatose or paralysed for three weeks at absolute minimum, and up to two years. The experience could also leave a deeper mark, such as causing him to pass out or have flash-backs at any time in the future. The chances of having a heart attack or stroke become exceptionally high, usually around 85-95% chance within two years, and is most likely to happen three times; once while in comatose or paralysed, and twice again a day or so afterwards. However, small things like charging a laptop for three hours would just make him a little sleepy or give him the dreaded pins-and-needles. The mini atomic blasts will probably leave him dizzy and nauseated for the better part, keeping the nurse on edge every time he has a science lesson.
Just having this power increases his likelihood of developing Cancer.
Play By: Gerard Way
The Details
Hair Color: Pitch Black
Eye Color: Bright Green
Any Piercings? No
Any Tattoos? No
Any Scars? No
General Appearance:
Ashley is a very scruffy teenage boy, standing at five foot nine inches and generally hates to do anything with his hair. Fond of leather and jeans, this guy doesn’t dress to impress anyone, -except maybe an employer- and can be found loitering in high-streets and around the school grounds if exceptionally bored. He usually can be found tossing a coin if he is left outside his residence because he forgot the key.
Not being prone to the cold, Ashley can roll around in snow and ice and get up without shivering. He will sometimes exaggerate this if he feels it is appropriate.
To go against this, he is naturally weak against heavy heat, which is probably why he always carries a fan with him in summertime. He is easily fatigued in the heat and usually packs four bottles of water for school.
Ashley is quick, and has extraordinary reflexes, built for getting away from cops and rioters (if time ever calls for it, that is). He doesn’t have that much muscle, and is defiantly not built to fight or use physical strength. This can be a limitation to his assets most of the time.
Ashley’s dress code is really just a throw-it-on in the mornings, wearing anything he can find that is clean. He doesn’t really organise his wardrobe, or even his sock draws or anything of the likes, and it usually leads to a rather ill-tempered outfit. Perhaps one of his most dastardly clothing trick is to buy the same shirt five times, and wear each one for a day and see who notices. If anyone does, they’ll most likely think he’s been wearing the same shirt for five days.
Ashley, although being a scruffy person, does not like anyone else’s house to be messy, all but save his own, where it looks like a tip.
Personality: Ashley is a bit of a plank when it comes to anything but art and science. He couldn‘t tell you what the square root of three was. He is a fun, out-going guy who will gladly jump off a cliff into a bitter sea on a cold winters day if he was dared to. While being a maniac with dares and random deeds of the hard hearted, he is also a hazard in the science lab. Nope, Caesium+ Water just won’t do it for him, he’d rather add some crazy element like Radium with hydrochloric acid and enjoy seeing the result.
Because he knows all the academic practices in the book, he finds his science lessons rather boring, and spends most of his time doodling his classmates in a comic-style of art.
He sometimes does teachers and makes up some over-the-top character with amble breasts and wide hips, or a guy with a beard like an anaconda and large ears. He usually gets a tongue lashing from his peers, but he couldn’t care less. Within a science class, he will go nuts with whatever chemicals he can find, and has memorised the entire periodic table and many of the atomic structure and mass of elements (mainly the radioactive elements such as Lawrencium, Radium, Uranium and Thorium). He can use scientific maths easy, but is generally weak at maths, not being able to even sort out data or working out better value for money (he does, however, have a knack for Algebra, mainly because it looks like a scientific equation).
As a lazy, typical teenager, who wouldn’t expect him to spend as much time as physically possible in bed on a weekend, but finds it funny to preach about getting up early in the morning to others. Ashley is also a keen artist when he’s not particularly fixed on a lesson. He doodles, draws and sketches just about anything he can see, and converts them to a comic style of reality. He is a very skilled artists but never thinks about what he’s drawing, and makes it up as he goes along. He makes silent fun of his classmates while giving them a comic form, usually emphasising a much-hated physical aspect of them in the processes, and that is as far as thinking goes when it comes to art.
Even though his main style of art is the whimsical joy of comics, he does find time to rape the art rooms of its paints and pastels with merriment, trying out different techniques and styles while using enough paper to print a 300 page novel in the process. He doesn’t call it experimentation, but-quite literally- ‘faffing around’. True to his description, Ashley’s time spent with paints and pastels are not productive in the slightest, and result in much more of a massacre than a masterpiece. Beside the sickly mixes of pink and green and blue and repulsive browns, he is slowly learning that he is a hazard to the schools budget with his very frequent paint-apocalypses.
When it comes to art, comic style is his game, and even though he has an obvious lack of talent with anything other than pencils, he still creates sickly and rather amusing images all for the sake of…well…faffing around.
Ashley is not a secluded person on a whole, and can be loud, sarcastic and a much needed addition to a circle of people. He will do his best to help friends, but is never often successful, and is especially rather untalented when it comes to girls, and gave up trying years ago. While being completely humdrum with girls in relationships, he does better to please a larger group of people who have no possible way to get attached to him, and so goes all out with gifts, no matter how awful they may be.
After a wile, however, he may become irritating and unwanted, but all he needs to calm down or stop something is to be told directly, like an obedient child.
Ashley, however, is not all fun, games, and in general pratting about. He does have an emotional intimacy with a section of his past. He holds a certain guilt inside, and is prone to depressed moments around the time the blast went off. He hides away and shields his eyes from the world in an attempt to get away from it all. He may seem calm, but most of the time he beats himself up and imagines if there is any chance of being forgiven by the families of the people he killed. He believes not. Because of this, he believes that when he dies, he will go to hell, giving him anxiety, and he tries his absolute best to keep it hidden. He attempts to be strong willed, but often fails.
Because of his increasing inner conflict, he also suffers from Nightmare Disorder and Night Terror, or frequent nightmares. Nightmare Disorder being constant nightmares which he remembers vividly, caused by stress or high emotions, and Night Terror is similar, only it is different in that the sufferer wakes up screaming and cannot go back to sleep.
In the most part, Ashley is someone who will give you the best of two completely different worlds. The life of a mad scientist and the life of a naturally round-the-bend artist who simply loves to silently bully his classmates, no matter who they are. Don‘t count on Ashley for anything other that science, everything else he really couldn‘t care less, apart from maybe the odd English lesson half paid attention to, but generally he‘ll make your classes a lot more interesting.
Your Vices
Likes:
~ Atomic Science
~ Comics
~ Hanging around
~ Girls
~ Doodling
~ Blowing up water troughs
~ Doing crazy activities (think of Jack-Ass)
~ Sleeping in
~ Large Dogs
~ Cats
~ Kids
~ Coffee
~ Drinking
~ Faffing around with paints and pastles
~ Confusing people
~ Guns
~ Evenings
Dislikes:
~ Cleaning
~ Birds
~ Small Dogs
~ Tea
~ Doughnuts
~ Maths
~ Geography
~ Hot Days
~ Brushing his hair extensively
~ Mornings
Strengths:
~ Fast
~ Pyrotechnic
~ Bright(ish)
~ Quick reaction speed
Weaknesses:
~ Physically weak
~ Easily distracted
~ Daydreamer
~ Doesn’t think about strategy
~ Can’t back up an argument
~ Low Stamina
Fears:
~ Losing control over his abilities.
~~Not being able to protect his friends
Secret:
~ Ashley believes he will go to Hell
~ He keeps a letter pinned up on his wall from his parents. The letter itself could have just said 'get the fu*k out of out lives' and the message would have still been the same.
~ He has an 'independent' voice in his head which undermines him. He calls it simple the Voice, or sometimes Mammon (Greed) or Amon (Wrath). The Voice isn't truly independent, but is his subconscious depression starting to come out again, it's like an artists subconscious need for a pencil XD
Family Ties
Father: Ross Shaw (50)
Mother: Marie-Ann Layla Shaw (49)
Siblings:
Rael James Shaw (19)
Catherine Mackenzie Shaw (22)
Any Other Important People:
~ Antosha 'Ant' Vikenti
A brother and a friend, Ashley holds him close and thanks him for everything he's done.
~ Mayu 'May' Yoshiko
His first and last love, May is what keeps him afloat in his wavering state, and takes fondly to just about everything she does.
History
Ashley doesn‘t have much to talk about when it comes down to his past. It isn‘t anything spectacular, and yet maybe slightly lacklustre all round.
Born as the youngest child to Ross and Marie-Ann Shaw, with his two siblings, older brother Rael and older sister Catherine. He lived in a medium sized house somewhere buried deep in San Francisco. Ashley was always an arty boy, drawing on paper, clothes, tables, walls, just about anything he could lay his hands on. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but his parents were never that pleased with him. Spending money on cleaning products really didn’t help much with a growing family and a bratty daughter and whinny older son. Even though their displeasure was directed at Ashley, he was always the one who sat in the corner while his sister and brother scrapped and fought over just about every item in the house; breaking vases, smashing cups and glasses and in general being a pain. Ashley eventually found amusement in the two bickering constantly, waiting for them to start, then shuffling down the stairs with a chocolate bar and favourite teddy to watch the spectacle with glee.
As he got older, he began to tire of his siblings antics, and even though he mellowed and matured with the slightest age, his sister Catherine and his brother Rael stayed the same catastrophe year after year, and by the time he was five, Ashley had all but enough of the mini-soap taking place within the house. It was a hot day in June, and his siblings were fighting over the last ice cream. Hot, stuffy and irritated, Ashley crept downstairs and whacked his brother and sister around the head with his teddy. The two stopped instantly, and were shocked as Ashley turned to trudge back up the stairs.
The bickering stopped for a little while, but old habits die hard, and the two were soon fighting again. At this point, Ashley stopped tying to shut them up all together.
Ashley’s school life was simple, easy without much drama apart from the odd fall-out with classmates and teachers. The school he went to was a small one, not to big and very simple. It was here Ashley discovered his very low maths skills, and his science genius. While being an intelligent boy in science, he struggled to get anything done in maths, usually throwing hissy fits and going all out rage on the teachers, but beside from that, his first years at school were very settled and nothing much happened.
His abilities started to show in his early teens, when he was just coming up thirteen. Whenever he was in the house, electronics would turn on and off, and power cuts were frequent, and when he wasn’t in the house, nothing would work, and the family were frustrated. These events were trivial and could have been mistaken for a lazy energy company or system error, so Hammel didn’t pick up Ashley at first. However, during a particular science class a few months since the power in the house started to ‘malfunction’, Ashley managed to cause a rut within his secondary school.
The lesson was a practical, the boringly common magnesium + flame. Ashley was not as excited as everyone else, he knew this experiment through and through and had already begun filling in his results table. Next thing he knew, everyone was crowding round his table to copy his results; everyone knew Ashley Shaw was a science freak.
Until, of course, he became annoyed with the lack of space, enemies and friends leaned over like walls made of flesh. Ashley stood up and began to push everybody back. A classmate had thought Ashley had gone mad in his fit, and held a lit Bunsen burner to his face. Ashley reached out for the Bunsen, and upon his touching it, the flame moulded into a ball, and after a few second, exploded in a mushroom-shaped cloud that took out half of the science block. Twenty people died, and thirty were injured to a large extent. Ashley passed out spontaneously. The next morning, in the ridiculously early hours of the day, Hammel found him, and his parents gladly let them take him (or, as they put it, they ‘chucked him out’). Ashley didn't really want to be told d the death count of that day, but realised that Hammel would tell him some way or another whether he wanted to know or not. He knew the larger the number of deaths, the more he would grieve, and so the more withdrawn he would be and thus be left with no-one to talk to. But they told him, and exactly that happened. He spent the rest of his days up till now in Hammel, trying to forget about his family, spending nights in the quiet hallways crying about what he'd done, and damned himself. Ashley hasn‘t been able to summon a blast big enough to fry a chip since the events in his school, and in some ways he wishes he could.
Roleplay Example
(Sample from a character on a Soul Eater site)Skipping school was turning into a habit. Morrigan would regularly skive lessons and hide within the school grounds. She hated school. It was just like a prison in her mind. Especially this one. Everyone was good and nice and all friendly. It made her nauseous to see such repetitive people. Was there no individuality left in the world, or was it just her? The ever increasing boredom was something she could not put up with any longer. So she had stopped hiding within the grounds and had decided to hit the town instead.
It was her first time skipping like this. She would be given looks by older people most likely, being out of school and smoking with a bottle of Jagermeister in her pocket. It was not something someone would want to see in a seventeen year old girl, with a mouth which deserved to be washed out with soap. Twice. If not three times.
She hadn’t wanted to skip the day alone, and failed at finding anyone who was willing to be away with laborious school work. In her desperation, she had realised she hadn’t walked her calm, dopy and rather excitable dog, a traditional Doberman Pincer. Black and tan, regal, protective and craved attention constantly. He was a few years old, and was called Yager, after Morrigan’s favourite alcohol.
Yager did pull. Like a train. Like a run away train to be exact. He was strong and didn’t know the tipping weight of his own owner. Not like a dog would anyway. It would be strange if they did, slightly scary even.
Yager had his nose planted to the floor, while Morrigan smiled to herself, walking down the street. She was quite impressed with herself for skipping today, it was a good feeling, she had no fear at all. She waved her hair behind her shoulder and reached into her pocket, taking out a cigarette and lighter. She lit it and began her nasty habit.
Smoking was something she’d begun to try while at Shibusen, and she loved it. It relaxed her and was to her code of ‘screw age limits’.
She walked down the street, Yager soon learned to walk beside her, after six or seven vicious tugs in the lead. The Doberman paced beside her elegantly, his coat shinning in the sun.
Morrigan patted his head and scratched his ear, before heading toward the basketball court. It would be much more empty there.
Morrigan ran her hand along the wall, taking small stones and lose grains out of the bricks. What did they make them out of? Seriously? It was like sand some of the times. It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like they had sandstorms here.
Yager whined and tugged on his lead, getting a sharp pull from his owner.
“Stop pulling, you thick shit!” Morrigan laughed, kneeling down and ruffling the dogs fur. Yager, turned and pulled again, dragging Morrigan around a corner and into the basketball court. Morrigan raised her eyebrow. What had he dragged her here for? She was originally heading to the park to let him off for a run. The basketball court wouldn’t be that good on his paws, the more dog wasn’t receptive to tarmac.
Yager’s un-cropped ears went forward, making his head look about ten times as big as it actually was. He whined again and sat down in front of Morrigan, and then proceeded to back up into her, throwing his head over his shoulder a few times before keeping it over his left shoulder.
Morrigan sighed and placed her hands on her hips, before glaring into the dog’s eyes. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Yager finally looked away.
Morrigan smiled and walked into the basketball court.
Yager barked at a figure sitting under the tree, a book in hand. A very scabby book at that. Morrigan looked to her canine companion and shrugged. She noticed Yager’s eyes glint, and Morrigan noticed the ravens the hovered above her. That made her a little suspicious. A witch, perhaps? No, that was impossible! Well, at least she thought it was anyway. She approached, her eyes never coming off the girl under the tree. Was this one a skipper like she was? Or was she older than she looked? If she was from the school, it was great! She wouldn’t be alone then or… she’d have human company. Morrigan reached the girl and tilted her head to the side. What was she reading?! It wasn’t a text book… was it?
“Hey, you alright? You look a little lonely down there?” Morrigan said, her hands on her hips as she leaned over, Yager sat by the girls feet, his huge eyes looking directly at her.
What About You?
Name: Ozzy, Oz, Az, Jay, either or.
Age: Early Teens
Experience: 3-4 years I think, maybe more I can't tell,
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