Asher Roosevelt

za okt 28, 2017 1:16 am

WAITING FOR
SPRING DAY
ASHER

b a s i c s
full name asher theodore roosevelt.
nicknames asher, ash
age sixteen
date of birth august 24.
hometown nymmerwell.
current location rhoynar / traveling.
gender male.
species elf/human.
pronouns he/him.
occupation traveling / student.
magic summoning.
religious affiliation n/a.
sexual orientation bisexual.

p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e s
face claim choi bomin.
height 5'10'' / 178cm.
weight 130lbs / 59kg.
hair color black.
eye color dark brown.
build long legs, slim build, average muscle.
dominant hand ambidextrous, though he prefers left.
clothing style casual. mostly wears whatever is comfortable or easy to move in.
scars several nicks on his right hand.
piercings n/a.
tattoos three small white arrows on his left inner wrist. click.
distinguishing features eye smile. gummy smile. milky white skin.

p e r s o n a l i t y
likes music, fresh sheets, travelling, toriko, hugs, felines, stories of grandeur.
dislikes cleaning, sleeping on the ground, canines, being denied hugs, most meats, people ordering him around.
secrets his ability to summon.
fears canines.
hobbies music, singing, horse riding, taking care of toriko.
aspirations live a full and happy life.
pet peeves mouth breathers & chewers, people who suddenly stop walking.
quirks very gesticulative, always talks a lot with his hands. chews on his fingernails whenever lying. loves having his hair played with, considering he does it himself all the time.
postive traits affectionate, creative, caring, loyal, genuine, sweet, hard worker, determined, curious.
negative traits shy, impulsive, gullible, messy, stubborn, too talkative.

h i s t o r y
theodore and catherine met when they were both around thirty years old. theodore, a renowned and well-respected general of the royal military troops got wounded in the field. though he tried to wave it off as a scratch as to not leave his men behind, those very men were quick to usher him to the nearby clinic to get treatment. a woman, thick black hair and a beautiful gummy smile gracing her lips, helped him take of his shirt to adres the wound hidden beneath. the wound had to be rinsed and would have to be sutured, without anaesthetics, as they had run out a while ago. the woman, catherine talked him through it. small talk, about nothing more than the horrible food, their favourite plays and the clouds. they found they had many things in common and decided to meet up when better times inevitably rolled around.

when it did, the two of them started meeting up frequently for the next two years, before finally tying the knot. about a year later, a child was born whom they named emerson. she was a hyper and energetic little girl, full of spirit and life. they were never bored with the young child around and always seemed to have their hands full with her, cheecky as she was. five years after the birth of their little girl, another child was born, whom they named asher. the boy was quite the opposite of his tireless sister and tended to be a lot more quiet. shy of strangers and sweet to all and any, an innocence to him to rival that of a bunny. the roosevelt family was one well-off and they lived in a big mansion and had land to spare. theodore and catherine made it a point, however, to not let their children be spoiled.

another four years came to pass, when one day, a sunny saturday afternoon, asher was playing outside by himself, climbing trees and rocks, imagining himself to be like his father, a warrior of great caliber. excitement coursing through him, asher wasn't really paying attention to where he was putting his hands. something he probably should have with snakes, insects and other animals lurking about. suddenly he heard an animalistic yelp and felt a sharp pain and teeth in the palm of his right hand. startled by the dog which had suddenly lunged forward, asher let go of the branch he was holding onto with his other hand and fell a good meter to the ground. another pain now shot through his left wrist upon landing. he gripped his wrist with his bleeding right hand and started sobbing. when he looked up after a some time, out of seemingly nowhere a strange beast the size of a small dog or big cat had appeared before him. forgetting his pain, asher crawled back, away from the beast, until his back hit a tree. but the beast wouldn't let up and pranced after him and when he eventually caught up, started sniffing at the crying boy. some time passed and beast had started to lick the small child's tear-streaked face and bloody hand. somewhere along the way, asher had seized his crying and was now equally interested in the beast as said creature seemed to be in him.

the creature remained by asher' side for an extended period of time, following him around everywhere and anywhere the four-year-old went. his parents were quite startled at first at the beast, but decided to let it go. Though they didn't know what the creature was, it seemed to have no ill intentions. asher started getting used to the beast's presence and eventually gave him a name; toriko. when about two weeks later, toriko seemed to have disappeared into nothing, asher couldn't help but feel disappointed. he had after all found a friend in toriko. it wasn't until about a year later, when asher was nearly six years old, when toriko appeared once more. asher had fallen of his pony and grazed open his hands and knees on the pebbles. blood had trickled down his arms and then, toriko flew down from the sky, having grown ever so slightly. his father, who had been teaching the small boy how to ride a horse, had seen it all happen and was quick to come to an answer to who and what toriko was. the next few days were spent finding out the what and the how.

magic wasn't uncommon in the roosevelt family, catherine and theodore having powers themselves, like their parents and grandparents before them. but this was the first time someone in their family had the gift of summoning. they knew it was an illegal power to have, but try telling that to a six-year-old who was so fond of his friend. for a year they lived life on the low, trying to protect asher from the government. theodore was in conflict, being a somewhat important figure as a commandor of the royal military troops. the choice to quit his job, however, was one easily made. a problem soon arose. toriko was growing on the steady and would soon inevitably be discovered. and so they made a decision, one most hard, and send asher away to rhoynar. not because they didn't love him, for they loved him dearly. it was in fact that very reason. protecting their little boy by sending him to the middle of nowhere in rhoynar, where he could play with toriko undisturbed.

asher was seven years old when the move finally happened. the boy was assigned a single caretaker, him being both bodyguard and nanny. christoper adams was a close friend of the family and had served theodore as a soldier before his resignation. christopher and asher had always gotten along quite well and they were like brothers, christopher still being young with his nineteen years. when the pair first arrived in rhoynar, they didn't draw any unwanted attention as they looked just like your average orphan brothers, moving away from their homeland to forget the death of their parents. and that's pretty much the story they went with.

over the years, asher trained his summoning and grew closer to toriko than to any friend he had before. they understood each other and complemented each other. asher never really grew out of his shy fase as he never really spent a whole lot of time with others his age. asher rather spent his time with toriko, playing around in the woods or riding his horse in full sprint alongside a flying toriko. his parents and sister visited every year on his birthday and really... life was pretty good.

asher was barely sixteen when a trumpet resounded through the dark of the night, a bit down the road from where they lived. asher was startled awake and sat upright. it was only a few seconds later when christopher barged through the door, fear in his eyes. "you have to go," he breathed out, rushed and panicked. he grabbed a bag from the closet and started stuffing it with things he thought asher would need. sleep muddling his mind, asher was a bit confused as to what was happening. He voiced as much. "i don't understand... what's happening?" christopher stopped what he was doing and looked up at asher, a sad smile on his face. he dropped the bag on the floor and walked over to the bed, kneeling down before it. "you're like my brother, ash... i love you. you know that right?" he asked the boy, who was slowly starting to get it, a lonely tear making its way across his chubby cheek. christopher caressed the younger boy's face and wiped the tear away, a soft smile gracing his lips. "you'll be fine, ash," he whispered, grabbing asher's right hand. he pulled out an intricately detailed dagger and made a small nick in the palm of asher's hand, causing it to bleed ever so slightly. christopher made the hand cover the small tattoo on asher's left wrist and looked up again. "go, i'll make sure to stall them." toriko barged in from the open window, his size nearly too big to fit, being the format of a small griffin. another trumpet screech could be heard, this time much closer than before. "go," christopher repeated himself, tossing the dagger in the bag and throwing it to asher. one more smile and then he closed the door the behind him. asher swallowed, fear apparent on his face as he looked over at toriko, the beast staring back at him. asher nodded, threw the bag over his shoulder and with agile practice, climbed on toriko's back to fly off into the night.

m a g i c
asher's magic ability is to summon. in his case, he can summon toriko, the hybrid of a bird, cat and dog. if asher wishes to summon toriko, he needs his own blood and run it over the small tattoo on his inner wrist. toriko, being of flesh and blood, doesn't just appear in a puff of smoke, but rather comes soaring from the skies. toriko doesn't trust easily and is quite people shy. if people come to close to him, there is a very high chance of him lashing out. toriko's eyecolour changes depending on his mood. it should also be noticed that toriko is steadily growing with the years and is expected to grow to be quite, for the lack a better word, enormous. click. click.

h e a l t h
physical ailments n/a.
neurological ailments n/a.
addictions n/a.
allergies mild hayfever.
blood type o-.
sleeping habits barely sleeps at night and is a serial napper during the day.
exercise habits horse riding, climbing.
eating habits picky eater. is not very fond of meats.
emotional stability stable.
sociability mostly shy, but very talkative when he likes you.
drinks alcohol? no.
smokes? no.
does drugs? no.

f a m i l y b a c k g r o u n d
mother catherine roosevelt nee evans, doctor at a local clinic.
father theodore roosevelt, ex-general of the royal military troops.
siblings emerson roosevelt, older sister, studies medicine.
pets summon; toriko.
children n/a.
spouse n/a.
best friend toriko.
other mentionables christopher adams, caretaker.
social class upper class.

t r i v i a
» has a habit of leaving his crap lying around, everywhere. doesn't like to admit that he is messy, just isn't the neatest person around.
» can't cook to save his life, but tries his very best nonetheless.

ma okt 30, 2017 12:01 am

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