Post by Ashley Beecher on Aug 22, 2012 8:37:22 GMT -5
Ashley Beecher
"That’ll be about three fiddy please."
Custom Title: Rip and Tear~<3[/b]
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Family: His family mysteriously disappeared during a happy picnic with the Astley family living next door, it is said that blood was everywhere, but the bodies were never found.
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Home World: Ivalice (FFXII)
Alignment: Depends on which side will allow him to kill the most
Job: Taxi cart driver in Archades
Items: Nothing special
Accessories: Nothing special
Appearance Ashley is the type of man you don’t want to run into in a dark alley late at night, though to be perfectly fair, you don’t really want to run into him during the day either. He stands at a less than impressive five foot six, but he makes up for his lack of height with his amazingly broad and muscular shoulders and arms that were created during many years of temper tantrums and trying to break walls to release some frustration. He doesn’t wear a shirt and is constantly topless because he doesn’t like clothing getting in the way of his movements, he is courteous enough to his fellow man to wear pants though. His chest and face contain several noticeable scars that he received from a chocobo, which is why he now hates them with a passion. Even the chocobo pulling his cart. In closing, he has grey hair and a receding hairline that makes him seem older than he actually is.
Personality: Ashley is really a simple man, he doesn’t worry about looks or wealth or power or anything, nor does he really side with good over evil or evil over good. One could call him a neutral guy who just goes with the flow and doesn’t really care much about what happens around him. Because he can’t live on the streets, he works as a taxi cart driver in the city of Archades, where he makes enough money to finance his trips to the countryside where he enjoys his hobby. Ashley kills the time through actual killing. Murder excites him, and it’s pretty much the only joy he has in his life. He doesn’t discriminate either, if it breaths and bleeds, it’s good enough for Ashley.
Although he previously made an attempt to join forces with other like minded souls, it turns out putting two or more psychopaths with a lust for blood into the same group does not work well, and since that day, Beecher has worked alone. He also finds that no man or woman has ever made him feel his amazing as his hobby ever could, nor has he ever felt a real attraction towards anything but death, so it can be assumed that Ashley is a true asexual man who truly doesn’t have anything better to do than to swing oversized swords around while cackling like a madman. He’s a man of few words, so that cackling is usually the most people will get out of him safe for when he’s taxiing people around and asks them politely for their money.
History: On a hot summer day some thirty plus years ago, Ashley Beecher clawed his way out of his mother’s womb and took his first glances into the wonderful world of Ivalice. Born in the city of Archades, in the Rienna district to be precise, Ashley lived a rather normal life. His family made enough money to live comfortably, but not enough to make them qualify as rich. His early childhood is laced with tragedy, as the poor boy was the smallest of his class, and had a girly name to boot. While teachers and parents alike felt sorry for poor little Ashley and his already receding hairline, Ashley found that the school’s playground provided him with the perfect training ground, he could usually be found swinging around on the jungle gym for reasons unknown, and he liked to dig holes in the sand that were suspiciously human shaped. At the tender age of five, Ashley got into fighting. Boys, girls, teachers, walls, it didn’t matter. If it stopped his fist from moving, Ashley punched it. He was initially accused of being a little rascal, but after he broke poor little Betty’s nose with a brick at age seven, people started to suspect there might be more going on than a typical boys being boys situation. His nefarious ways weren’t stopped until age eleven however, when his parents decided to home-school him instead to avoid future incidents with his classmates. After getting home-schooled, Ashley found that he had no way to get rid of his pent up frustration any longer, which was why he tried to one day fist fight a chocobo. It ended poorly for little Ashley, and he has the scars and the burning hatred for feathers to show for it today.
It soon became evident that Ashley wasn’t cut out for school life, whether it was at an actual school or at home. He didn’t study, he didn’t do his homework. He was basically a teacher’s worst nightmare. He could read and write, but not much beyond that. Ask him the history of his own city and he won’t be able to tell you even the simplest things. His mother tried bravely to educate her son, but by the time he was fifteen, she finally gave up as well and just let him do whatever he wanted. Papa Beecher didn’t agree with his son lazing around the house while he had to work though, and so he forced him to get a job. Because Ashley wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he got rejected for the more complicated jobs. Eventually he got hired as a postman, but after assaulting an old lady with his bag after she refused to take his letter because it supposedly wasn’t addressed to her, he got fired. After much begging and pleading, Papa Beecher managed to get him a job as a taxi cart driver. Because Ashley suffered from terrible road rage, he finally found an outlet for his anger that didn’t involve beating up paying customers. And little has changed from the day Ashley took up his job. He currently lives alone after his family mysteriously vanished from a picnic one day, and spends his days working. During his holidays or days off, he leaves the city to go hunt. People that is.
Abilities: Nothing special
Summons: N/A
Magic: N/A
Strengths:
- Sword fighting
- Fist fighting
- Tracking
- Cooking
- Scaring people
Weaknesses:
- Anger issues
- Magic
- The thrill of killing
- Making people feel at ease
- Kids (He hates them)
- Chocobos (He hates them)
Weapon Swords, hands if his swords break from overuse
Crushes: He has no time for that nonsense
How did you find us? What do you mean ‘how did you find us?’ How did you find me?
Role Play Sample: Check any of my two billion auditions or posts or whatever please?
Password: Glorious Walruses