Re: Ashton Micheals-District 4 {FINISHED}
Aug 10, 2012 22:34:15 GMT -5
Post by mcmarti99 on Aug 10, 2012 22:34:15 GMT -5
Appearance
Brown hair, brown/black eyes, skinny, typical, ordinary. That's enough right? No. Okay whatever, if you want the full load, here we go.
My hair is a messy brown color. It isn't a distinct color. It's really in between brown, blonde, and black. I usually don't keep it combed, what's the point anyway. I've got no where to go. The texture is a soft, oily feeling, no matter how much I wash it. It always has little bits of dried salt in it. Some call it dandruff. Pfft. It's dried salt.
My eyes are a deep hazy blue. They are unreadable. You never know what I am going to do, as most eyes are as plain as day readable. Mine are an unsolved puzzle, yet I hope one day someone takes the time to figure them out. My eyebrows are only slightly overgrown, which is not noticeable unless you again take the time. The weeds that come out beyond my eyes, also known as eyelashes, are crazy long. And that's as plain as day.
My face is in a square shape. My forehead and cheekbones are long and wide. My cheekbones come down in a slight slope and then flatten out at my chin. My chin has a straight line creating the bottom of it, completing the square. I have stubble on my upper lip, chin, and along the bottom of my cheekbones up to my hair line.
I have a skinny figure, as most District kids do. I have layers of muscle on top of my otherwise scrawny figure. I am pretty tall, standing at about six feet even. And weighing in at 190 pounds of pure muscle. Considering all the work I do on boats and around the District, you would expect as much from a man my size.
I feel ordinary and plain. Though my mother always tells me I am far different from anybody else. I am taller, leaner, stronger even, but other than that, I am the same. I have the same organs inside my body. The same heart that yearns for love. The same lungs that grasp for air. The same stomach that grabs hold of whatever it can. We are all the same in that concept. Is there another?
Personality [/size]
I don't talk much, in fact, I am rather quiet. I only speak to whom I am spoken to, with the occasional exception. I am very conservative and I usually prefer to keep my thoughts to myself. It's simpler that way. No one I've ever met has questioned this. They get out of unnecessary small talk and as do I. It's a win-win situation.
I am smart. When I think about the options to do something, I always go with the most sensible option. In this way I might be described as heartless, though my heart has never had a reason to tear at my brain. My brain has always outwit my heart, though I sometimes hope this won't be the case forever. I want love, just the feelings and decisions that come with it scare me.
I have love, my mother's love. I would do anything for her. She raised me by herself, letting me make all my own choices. I am passionate for things, just I've never had to make decisions against my passion. Really I haven't had to make many decisions at all that could be life changing. I mean, my usual choice is blue or brown shirt.
I have a quirky sense of humor. I like it when people laugh. It raises my spirits and brings a usual smile to my face. This noise, laughter, is one of the few things that bring a smile to my face. [/size]
History [/size]
I have a repetitively normal history. I was born in District 4, will live here all my life. My father died while my mother was pregnant. This is why I value her strength. She had me by herself and raised me by herself. I tried not to be a pain or an annoyance to her at all, though I was a boy, and raising a young boy single-handily is a big feat in itself.
I was a pretty good kid. I always listened to my mother and stood up for her. When I was little I would get made fun of for always valuing her opinion and taking her side. This angered me more then anything. These were some of the few times I lashed out against my consciences will. Because I was so strong, I could've been a fighter, but I made a vow I would only fight for my mother.
I started career training at my mothers request at the age of twelve. I've mastered every weapon the training facilities offered. I have beat numerous records in training and I wouldn't make a bad career. Though I am not leaving my mother unless I am forced to. And even then I would fight. She is my world, and I train to protect her. [/size]
And I've Got Her Back [/size][/center][/font]
