Asher Black

[Asher Black]

[bg=#170000][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border: 2px #000000; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; padding: 1px] 'i'm alright in bed, but i'm better with a pen' Asher Black EIGHTEEN • MALE • WOLF • STRAIGHT • CUSTOM Diamond in the Rough And I just can't get enough Unlike his fraternal twin brother, Asher looks strikingly similar to his late mother Leah. It has been said many times before that if he was female, he would be a carbon copy of the woman. From his mother, Asher has obtained thick blonde hair, which he wears in a multitude of hair styles. The most common one being a simple pulled back pony tail, accompanied by a small ribbon or bow for style. Asher’s hair is at best chin length as he refuses to let the blond tresses get any longer than that. Within the gorgeous features that are his face, Asher has a soft and slightly feminine look; another trait that he undoubtedly obtained from his mother. His face is perfectly heart shaped. The forehead is slightly wide, while his chin is narrow. Asher has light blue eyes; his main weapon when it comes to swooping the opposite sex of their feet. To be blunt, Asher is visibly shorter than most boys his age. He stands at a mere five feet six inches, give or take a few centimeters. His height is a slightly discouraging factor when it comes to the subject of the opposite sex, but what he lacks in height, he makes up with his handsome face. Although Asher is slightly short, his body is lean and toned, like most other males his age. Physical strength is something he takes pride in, especially when it allows him to be stronger than a taller twin brother. Being on the higher end of the social status, Asher is able to afford the finer things in life; one of those things being clothes. With a face as fine as his, how can he not dress accordingly. For the most part, the blond's attire consists of designer name suits of dark colors; usually black and navy blue It's All a Part of Me And that's who I am Asher’s personality differs from that of his brother’s in multiple ways. First off, the young arristocrate lacks the bipolar tendencies of his brother’s. His moods, feelings, and thoughts can all change at the drop of a hat, while his personality is as stable as any other boy his age. Save for the fact that he is a very outgoing flirt. While his brother is loud and laid back, Asher is outgoing and curious. The boy loves to read and learn about new things, fulfilling his constant need for new and interesting knowledge. The scholarly part of Asher, gives him a seemingly undying thirst for knowledge. He is a curious boy, usually asking questions first before commenting on the subject. If he cannot get the information he needs from his father or another person within his home, he turns to books or writes his thoughts out on a piece of paper. That habit of his is probably why he has gotten so good with his words and with his writing. The other part of Asher comes forth when he is in the presence of a beautiful girl. He knows not where he gets it from, but the urge to allure that girl takes over his more reasonable side. Only slightly however, because it seems that most women are drawn to intellect and his cute face more than anything else. It's Time to Fly And let's just say goodbye Asher was born some odd years ago as the youngest pup in a liter of three. Asher and his other two siblings were born healthy enough, but it was obvious that he was the runt of the group. Despite that Ash managed to thrive greatly the first few weeks of life, while his older sister did not; The young femme fell ill from a mysterious cause and passed away quickly there after. From then on it has always been Asher and his twin brother Ashton...who acts more like an older brother than a twin. While growing up the other wolf did not fail to wast any time when it came to teasing or just harassing the younger wolf. Although Ash never took it seriously, it was very annoying to say the least. The wolf’s life was not very eventful thereafter; Asher’s family was so well of that they could afford almost any luxury he could think off. Toys, games, foods, friends...Asher had everything he could ever had wanted. Except one thing... In his teenaged years, Asher discovered that girls found him to be ‘attractive’ to say the least. In what seemed like an instant he had so many girls flocking the gates for his affection and attention. His brother, who looked exactly like Asher, didn’t have the same luck however. Although the boy was much taller than his runt brother, he lacked the smooth talking abilities that came so easy to Asher. Tough luck then? Years went on, and the women came and went. Yet Ash never found himself taking a liking to any of them. Sure they were pretty and came from good families...but they all had such shallow personalities. Asher wanted more than that. So much more. It was a chance meeting between he and Mikomi. The days events were planned out much differently, but after the day he met her, Asher never regretted a thing. It was like love at first site for the two. From that instant on he knew that Miko was the girl he had been looking for; pretty and witha great head on her shoulders too. Sure she didn’t come from a wealthy family, but the flaxen haired male didn’t care at all. His parents on the other hand rejected Miko full heartedly. They sent him off to school in a distant area in order to fell their relationship. Since then, Asher had probably seen Mikomi once or twice in the whole entire year... Your Voice is so Soft Speck up so they can know you [Date, or sleep…? Date or sleep…? Date or sleep...? Sleep. Ahhh, the morning. The most beautiful and lovely time of the day. On most days, it meant a good meal, a wonderful book and a small squabble with his elder brother. Today however, was a slightly different situation. Even for the somewhat wild aristocrat, last night’s events were a bit over the top. Somewhere last night in the city of vale, a party was going. Well, maybe raging would be a better choice of words for it. The loud music kept Asher up for the majority of the night, and allowed him no rest whatsoever. And now, the handsome blonde had to decide what was more important: a date with a pretty girl or another hour and a half of sleep. It was obvious from the way his eyelids drooped that the latter choice would be the more reasonable answer. So, with a small groan, he rolled his body to the side and covered up his flaxen head with his dark bed sheets and prayed that no one would decide to disturb him until he arose from his sleep/ Buuuuut. Given the personality of his twin brother, that prayer would probably go unanswered. As soon as the sheet was completely over his head, the door that connected his room to his brother’s flew open, seemingly letting the light of the entire world in with him. The sunlight from the next room penetrated fabric of his sheets, and caused Asher to release a long groan of discomfort. It looked like now would be the time to abandon his endeavor. He would never be able to sleep past twelve o’clock in this house. Before he threw the sheets off of his body, Asher yelled a few unintelligible words to his taller twin before he exited his room, a sneer on his face. ”Why do I even try anymore?” He muttered, tossing his bare legs over the side of his bed. For a moment he cradled his sleepy head in his hands as he pondered another question. ”Shower or not…? Shower or not…?” This morning certainly seemed to be filled with a lot of uncertainty. He sighed once more before deciding to skip the shower for now. Either way it would probably make no difference. Asher always seemed to smell like bananas anyways. Now on his feet, Asher made his way over to the wardrobe that stood against the colorless walls of his room. For the most part, the entire wardrobe was filled with suits of different colors and styles. They were all expensive, although some were a bit more elaborate than others. His crystal blue eyes scanned the clothing choices for approximately five minutes before deciding on a simple black one. With a yawn he took the suit of the rack and slipped it on, taking his sweet time. He always had the same, methodic way of dressing, mainly because he only wore different varieties of the same thing. Asher was a boy man of consistency; things seldomly changed with him. Once the suit was on, he observed himself in the full length mirror on the other side of the room. In his opinion, he looked fairly dapper, but a call from the hallway just outside his room said otherwise. ”Ditch the tie, little man.” said the voice of his twin. For a brief moment, Asher thought of taking the tie from around his neck, and putting it around that of his brothers. He snickered at the thought before tossing the black piece of fabric upon his bed, leaving a small are just below his collar bone exposed. Although he was a little sleepy, and a little late, he was dressed nicely. Almost to perfection in his eyes. Ash glanced up at the digital clock that sat on the black night tabled and sighed. It was now one o’clock, a lot later than he had thought it had been. His date was originally set for two o’clock in the market lane, but he would never make it there in time. So he would have to settle on something. ”Looks like it is time to head to the square.” If Asher could not make it to one date, he would just have to go and find another one. After all, there were always pretty women at the Metropolis Square. It would be hard for him not to find one. Or so he thought. With nothing in hand, the flaxen haired male set off, making sure to toss a random object at the one who interrupted his peaceful sleep moments before. As usual there were people already out on his street, watering their lawns or walking their pets. The scenery of this place was exquisite, considering the fact it was so close to the housing of the nobles themselves. Everyone here sat in the lap of luxury, and expected their housing to be exactly the same. Asher walked at a normal pace, taking his time as he walked down the side walk. He waved at a few of the older women on his street, who always seemed to coo over him in a motherly way…almost to a point that scared Asher. When he saw them begin their approach he quickend his pace, easily leaving them behind. As he neared the square, the crowed began to thicken greatly. Every now and then another unknown shoulder would brush his, or a small child might of ran into his legs. But despite the lack of personal space, Asher was pleased to be here. The Metropolis Square was one of his most favorite places in the city, and a little bit of a crowd wouldn’t deter him at all. He made his way near the fountain, and immediately his blue eyes caught site of something magnificent. Sitting on a nearby bench was a lovely looking young woman. From where he was currently standing, he could only see the back of her head….and the back of some other places too. He smiled, hoping that her face would be just as pretty as her back. His game face was now on, as he casually walked up behind the girl. Asher remained silent for a moment before addressing the girl. ”Freedom? Why would you wish for something like that. A pretty lady like yourself should be freer than most.”] Peel the Mask Off Just who are you anyway? 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