Post by ASHER DAVID TAYLOR on Nov 18, 2010 13:28:10 GMT -5
ASHER DAVID TAYLOR
Name: Asher David Taylor
Nicknames: Ash
Age: nineteen
Date of Birth: July twenty third nineteen ninety one
Grade: college freshman
Program: Arts
Orientation: heterosexual.
Nationality: American with some Italian blood
Home Town: The Middle of Nowhere, South Jersey
Play by: Darren Criss ~!
--- LOUD To Asher, being known is what it's all about. He uses his loud voice to make sure everyone around him knows what's going on. With a small obsession with a little thing called "the spotlight" Asher likes being the center of attention, and his loud voice can typically get him just that. Not only does Asher use his voice to get him attention, he uses it to cover up for what he lacks in life. He's not really good with making friends or getting people to like him, so Asher gets people's attention by being loud and bold.
--- BLUNT Asher is the kind of person who will tell the truth, no matter how harsh it is. He's rather oblivious to whether what he says will be offensive or not, and takes the "freedom of speech" thing quite seriously. Despite the fact that the words he says can be the exact thing you don't want to hear, Asher is brutally honest - not to mention, he's a terrible liar - so you can always expect the truth from him, no matter what.
--- UNIQUE If there is one thing Asher hates, it's being like everybody else. He wants to be known for who he is as an individual, not as a part of some group. While he doesn't go out of his way to be different, Asher does try a different approach to life than the rest of the world. He plays the game by his rules, doing what he wants to do rather than what anyone else does. Asher is the last person who would jump off a bridge just because everyone else was doing it, he'd much rather be the first to jump off and watch everyone follow.
--- TROUBLESOME Fun and games are the two things Asher loves most. He has zero limits when it comes to pulling pranks and practical jokes - as long as they're funny. This, of course, usually lands the teen in quite a bit of trouble. But what is life when you're not walking down the double yellow lines of a highway? There aren't too many teachers who enjoy having someone like Ashton in their class - he's full of stupid questions, unrelated comments, and hot air spent talking to whoever is next to him. He ends up in detention more often than not, and while he's not a bad kid, Asher tends to end up on the bad side of a fair amount of adults.
--- ARROGANT No, not really. Cocky, maybe, but he's not exactly 'arrogant'. Asher is the type of person who, no matter the situation, will always be outgoing and eccentric. His level of self-confidence is astounding for the average teenager. He doesn't worry about the negative - only the positive - which is a rather tough thing for a teenager in this age to achieve; if that makes him arrogant, than so be it. However, he is a tiny bit self-obsessed, and any positive comment regarding Asher will be responded to with a rather conceited reply along the lines of, "thanks, I know I am,"
LIKES: video games, procrastination, cheerful people, pulling pranks, having fun, drinking coffee, trouble, parties, comedies, flirting, sweet moments, energetic music, dark chocolate, rich chocolate, sweet or sour candies, friends who will stick by you no matter what, and most importantly: the truth.
DISLIKES: boring people, sad movies, sappy romance, public displays of affection, getting in trouble, not being a ‘normal’ teenager, awkward silences, playing the ‘easy’ level in video games, sad songs, songs with no words—like classical music, losing, and an uncharged cell phone.
The Middle of Nowhere, South Jersey isn't your average city or town - there are no rich families, large shopping malls, or cell phone service. No, the Middle of Nowhere, South Jersey is farmland. This is where the Taylor family grew up - for more generations than can be accounted for. Less than two hours outside of Philadelphia, it's hard to think of a town like this as anything but industrial - unfortunately, it is. The Taylor family is nothing short of a typical farming family. Though they're well-to-do for their area, owning quite a bit of land and equipment, the Taylors are nothing short of 'lower class'. Growing up in such an area tends to turn kids from intelligent children, to dumbass teens, to farmers just like their parents. No child from around this area is afraid of getting their hands dirty - most actually spend their afternoons working the farm with their parents, or doing chores inside. Everyone in the Taylor family pitches in to get things done.
Asher grew up just like his siblings - he went to a mediocre school for the majority of his life, and grew up milking cows and picking corn. Well, not really, but he does know how to operate the machinery that does all that for him. From the time he was little, Asher has always been good with his hands, so when he was digging through the attic of the Taylor's small house (trying to sort his grandmother's old belongings from those of value), and he stumbled upon his uncles old guitar, he knew he had to try playing it. His uncle, Harry, was the one man he knew of who left the town, went to college on a great scholarship and actually did something with his life. After cleaning the rest of the attic alongside his two sisters, Asher took his uncle's guitar for himself.
Like Uncle Harry, Asher always had a dream of being something more than a farmer. He practiced night and day, playing the instrument until his fingers hurt and his parents yelled at him for keeping them up all night with his ridiculous racket. While browsing the web for a place where he could get proper guitar lessons, a fourteen year old Asher Taylor stumbled upon the website for Emerson Academy where he could be an arts major and do something meaningful with his life. At first, his parents were against the teen - who would be starting high school the next year - but they warmed up to the thought of him going to a school in Philadelphia. At least, then, he would be known throughout the town for expanding his boundaries and they would be just as much celebrities as Asher.
Over the few years he had the guitar, Asher became rather good at playing it. Though the only internet available in the middle of nowhere was a slow dial-up connection, Asher would spend countless hours browsing the internet for download-able sheet music to play. His ear also became quite good, to the point where he could teach himself to play songs by hearing. Though he was rather rough around the edges, his audition for Emerson was quite strong - especially for a boy with no prior musical knowledge.
The past three years have been a total blast for Asher, his life has changed drastically, but he's no longer another farm boy, and one day he knows he'll go on to be something great.
** Just to inform you, I play the Grim Reaper, "Death", on a fairytale-based role play, so, yeah...
HE REALLY WASN'T THE TYPE TO BE FOUND IN A PLACE LIKE THIS. However, when there was no coffee at hand, substitutions had to be made. The Grim Reaper was rather grumpy after a long day of work where nothing exciting had happened. It pissed the shit out of him to know that, despite the fact that he had a twenty four hour job, he spent nearly twenty of those hours waiting for someone to give him an order. Why? Because the Underworld was a pretty messy place and records were constantly being lost - hell, more than half of the time it was the Grim Reaper himself who lost the records. That aside, the teen just needed a place to sit down and think - maybe even drink until he could no longer feel his toes. Yes; that seemed perfect.
Though his outward appearance suggested he was somewhere in his mid teens - surely no older than twenty - he was, in fact, older than time itself. It was the price to pay for being who he was. But being the Grim Reaper got quite boring after time, and Death began to play games to keep himself occupied when he had free time. Those games usually involved picking pretty girls off the street and sweeping them off their feet with a charming smile and a smooth voice - two things Death pretended to have. In all honesty, he was a rather awkward teen - stuck in between the years of childhood and adulthood for all of eternity. But after a drink or two, he was the smoothest talking guy in the land.
Death twirled his scythe around his hand momentarily as he thought of a snazzy place to waste the night away. He would have no trouble with the next morning - hangovers never had much of an effect on the immortal teen, though he would need to find a good place in which the bartender wouldn't leave him in a puddle of someone else's piss. While he liked to pretend that had never happened to him, he would be lying - he'd woken up on many an occasion with the salty stench of stale urine covering his body... now, try explaining that to your boss, why don't you? In one fluid movement, Death swung the scythe dangerously over his shoulder - undoubtedly freaking the people out who were in a few feet of him - and secured it in place on his back, where he kept it whenever he wasn't using it for work. He threw a pair of goggles across his forehead to hold his hair back (he tried not to wear them while at work - they looked rather unprofessional - but it became a necessity when he was in dire need of a haircut).
Death took a few steps forward before glancing around, still trying to find that one perfect spot to get smashed. He paused as his sight set on a young teenage girl in a very provocative outfit. She looked cold and lonely, not to mention, she was entirely too tired to stay on her feet for much longer. Death ran a hand through his unruly hair and approached the female with a most cocky expression.
"Hmm, what do we have here?"
Not wanting to give up on the girl, Death held his hand out. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could get the girl in bed - something he couldn't remember doing for quite some time - not since humans began appearing in Forestille; after all, their low tolerance to the lifestyle of Forestille made them die off much quicker than other creatures. "Perhaps a drink or two would cheer you up,"[/color] or three, or possibly even four - as much as it took to get her drunk enough to forget about wherever she was going and agree to go with him to a room and get dirty.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm ASHTON and I'm NEARLY EIGHTEEN years old. I'm ASHTASTICAL (not a real adjective - well it should be). This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from IDK, MY BFF JILL??!.
