Post by ddg33 on Jul 20, 2009 19:57:02 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
AshtonSwanstaker
[/size][/color]AshtonSwanstaker
♦♦I am a boy and i am about 20 You can contact mevia pmI currently live in the GMT +9:30time zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]
Literacy
Boxing
Firearms
Knightmare Modifications
Flying
Fears:
Being captured/tortured
Subtleties
Losing a battle to someone far inferior to himself
Snakes
Venturing too far underground
Addictions:
Chocolate
Gym workouts
Practicing at the firing range
Staring aimlessly into space
Music
Characters Position:[/font] Black Knight
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family: Ashton is a single child. His father, Cid, died fighting the Britanians when he was nothing more than a child but his mother (Fiona) lives on in Japan.
Description:
Personality:[/font]
Only one major life goal is set within Ashton's mind. With great passion seen through his set gaze one might think to throw themselves in front of an oncoming train rather than get in the way of Ashton. His tracked mind has led him to have only a handful of friends but his opinion on those few are high and he would rather those few than a large social group of acquaintances.
A quiet achiever who always sets out with some sort of short term goal in mind, Ashton is more likely to be found sitting in a corner with a book pressed up against his nose or down at a firing range with a pistol in hand. Even though he's shy, Ashton soon warms up and becomes more vocal as he gets to know people better. On the other hand, his hatred for the Britanian empire runs deep within him and he doesn't hide this when in the presence of those loyal to such.
History:
Ashton's father died while he was only four and so memories he has of his dad are hazy and unclear. He grew up always hearing stories passed down through his mother from his father and became adamant on taking revenge for his fathers death at an early age. Coming from a poor stature didn't always help with his shy nature either.
It was when Ashton was eight that he decided he wanted to see the fall of the Britanian empire under his own fist. He began boxing shortly after his eighth birthday and received his first book on Knightmares shortly after. It wasn't long before he was firing air pistols to hone down on skills he needed for later years.
Although a he was a quiet child, he never lost sight of his hatred or forgot about his wants for vengeance. He didn't have many friends growing up, but those few friends he did have he treasured as he grew closer to them. Just out of his last year of schooling and Ashton is ready to face the military dog of Britania. His ambitions driving him to master his skills with a pistol and keep himself as fit as possible for the trials he may face from piloting his own Knightmare against his enemies.
Goal or Dream:
To watch as the Britanian empire falls.
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:The Black Knights
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color][/center]*Login Name: Ashton Swanstaker
Location: Australia
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font] (You'll have to excuse myself, my skills are slightly off seeing as I haven't actually participated in a Role Play in quite some time. Here's a few short paragraphs for you to make your judgments on though
)The blow came quickly and from out of nowhere, the fist or elbow connecting with Ashton's face and sending him sprawling along the rubble of ground that once used to be a road. He coughed, spitting out dust and pebbles from the ground that had somehow ended up in his mouth. He turned to stare at his assailant.
"Filthy, rotten scumbag." Ashton felt the spit connect with his face as the boy who hit him spat the words at him. "You don't deserve to even be alive you filthy eleven."
Ashton lifted himself up off the ground, brushing off the dust that stuck to his black pants and white shirt. He wiped the spit from his face and noticed a smear of blood on his hand as he drew his hand back down to his side. "You know, you should be more careful about who you pick your fights with boy." Ashton began through gritted teeth. He could tell that the boy was a Britanian and his rage began to bubble its way to the surface. "Fighting another man while his back is turned is cowardly. You're nothing but a cowardly dog with his tail between his legs, biting only in the instance that your foe turns his back on you."
Ashton sized the boy up as his vision began to become more clearer. The lad was no more than a year or two older than himself and he could tell from the way his clothes fell over his body that he was far from the well muscled types that usually picked a fight. His hair was blond, cut a few inches shorter than shoulder length. His hazel eyes stared Ashton up and down, waiting for something. Ashton heard the scuffle of feet behind him a little too late.
Suddenly his arms were locked behind him in a powerful grip and the boy who had first struck his cheek was now charging in, his fist raised. Ashton managed to glance behind him with a slight twist of the neck, the boy behind him was inexperienced and careless. Ashton lashed back with his boot, connecting with the boys left shin and buckling the kids leg. Ashton felt the grip on his arms lessen as the boy behind him began to fall for what seemed like forever. He had just enough time to duck in and under the oncoming boys raised fist, bringing up his shoulder to slam solidly into the boys chest.
The fight was on.
((Hope that was enough for you))
*Role Playing Experience in Years:I've participated in a number of Role Play's including DBZ saga's and Medi-Evil Legends for about five years. I haven't actually participated in a Role Play for quite some time, but I did used to host two RPG's back a couple years ago named "The Endless Tower" and "The Thirteen Sages". Although I might be a bit rusty, I've been looking for a place that I can let my creative flare lash out at the unsuspecting once again
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