Post by Asher Keller on Jan 21, 2009 18:33:45 GMT -5
[/font]•••ASHERDEVINKELLER !
you can't explain why you're feeling alone
falling asleep to a dial tone
you dream about the trouble you're in
then you pray that something fits
i wanna say that we're getting closer every day
you know you can't stop when you're racing the clock, c'mon
this heart's a bomb and we're setting it off, alright
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ohay, i'm stephen [/color] and i'm seventeen[/color] years old. i've been roleplaying for six or seven[/color] of them. anyways, i heard about this site from stephen, he is rad[/color].[/size]
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FULL NAME ,[/color] Asher, Devin, Keller
NICKNAMES ,[/color] Ash, Dev, Kel
AGE ,[/color] 14 December
GRADE ,[/color] junior
GENDER ,[/color] male
CLIQUE ,[/color] popular, jock, emo (it will explain in his bio)
SEXUALITY ,[/color] homosexual
JOB ,[/color] male model
STATUS ,[/color] first-class
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•••A DAYDREAM SPILLS
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HEIGHT ,[/color] 5ft 6in
WEIGHT ,[/color] 120 lbs
BODY TYPE ,[/color] skinny yet athletic
HAIR ,[/color] black
EYES ,[/color] blue
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Asher is very bold. He speaks what he wants when he wants without fear of the consequences. He has a well determined set of mind which makes him the more stuck-up an arrogant of him and his siblings. He is also much like his sister in other ways though. He’s as guy smart as he is book smart and is preparing to be an English Major.[/size]
Unlike his own father, Asher watches and cares for his family. His younger brother Bryce has just started at the high school as a freshman and he leaves an annoyingly watchful eye on the boy. His father left him a few years back when he was only 10. His mother had already passed on and Asher was left the next year and a half to watch for his siblings with their aunt Nelly.
After what happened with his father Asher has always been shut up and closed to everyone but his siblings, even to his aunt, and won’t talk about anything. She thinks he’s some loser face who needs help mentally. He talks to his siblings though. He’s always been there for them through thick and thin from the start of when things started to go bad.
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MOTHER'S ,[/color] Janice Clarice Foster-Keller, dead , none
FATHER ,[/color] Samuel Princeton Keller, 48, unknown
SIBLINGS ,[/color] Bryce Collin Keller 15
Clarice Anne Keller 12
OTHER ,[/color] Aunt Nelly Janelle Foster, Alana Mionette Holbrook
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Asher was born into a world of purity and perfectness. That all lasted for a very longtime, well…until he was six. When Asher was two his younger brother Bryce was brought into the world. Though he was still only a new born child Asher did everything he could to drag the attention away from Bryce and over to himself. Though his attempts were nothing but empty causes. The attention still remained on Bryce. He was always being held, cradled, or fed. It seemed as if Asher had been left unnoticed. This of course made Asher feel envious towards his younger brother.
Though the mutual hate Asher felt towards Bryce was only brotherly love, this relationship Asher shared with his brother was a normal relationship for any child at a young age who experiences a new birth in the family. Though the addition to the family took a little getting used to, Asher was still the annoying brat brother that would too soon learn to love and watch after his younger brother.
The following December after Bryce was born, it was Christmas, and Asher’s birthday. His third birthday. Nothing special was to happen just that Asher started talking. Like any child his first word was mama, but he seemed to neglect his father and move to words like food and hungry. Around the same time Asher was with his younger brother in the yard. That year for Christmas Asher had gotten a puppy as his gift. Janice had turned her back for a few seconds to talk to Mrs. Blevins, the “flower” lady who lived next door. She had only turned her back for a second when Asher started screaming. She turned back to see the side of Asher’s face all red and the puppy running down the street, Bryce lay quietly in the grass.
When Asher turned four in the following December it was already too late for him to sign up for preschool classes, so instead his own mother started to teach him how to read and write. Asher already knew how to speak. He could speak ever since he was two. His first word had been mama and ever since that day it hadn’t been his last. Asher caught onto reading and writing rather fast, and he had surprised his mother at how much he already knew just by watching his own parents. You see Asher’s parents were famously well known in the community with which they lived. His father worked for the head of the department of foreign affairs at the state house in Providence, and his mother was a reporter for the Providence Journal. So he had seen them write papers and fill out paper work so many times before.
At the start of kindergarten Asher already had one friend. Her name was Alana Mionette Holbrook. It was strange for the other boys in school to see how Asher could possibly be friends with the other sex. They didn’t accept him. Asher didn’t care about acceptance though. He liked Alana and she was his best friend. It seemed like they were always doing everything together. That included going to each other’s hous after school. Asher’s mother was glad that he had at least one friend in school, but was a bit concerned for her son’s social abilities.
For the next few years Asher made it his job to torment his little brother, though he was always under the protection of their mother’s watchful eye. So Asher didn’t get away with much. When Asher turned six, his mother was rushed to the Hospital for a second time. A week after his birthday Asher’s father came home with the newest child in the family. Sam had explained to Asher why his mother wasn’t back. While at the hospital Asher’s mother, Janice, had fallen ill, during child birth and did not make it to see her third child into the world.
Later that week there was an article in the Providence Journal about Janice and of all her greatest accomplishments, how she had always wanted to become a journalist and so on. The article went on for about another two and a half pages saying that even though there was no family around at the time for Janice (the rest having already passed on or living else-where in the country) she would always be loved and missed by the close friends she kept around her and her three children and loving husband.
After that day Asher made it his job to protect and watch after Clarice and Bryce. The next four years went by fast. The three children grew up in a town, called Coventry. Asher and his siblings grew up with all the other kids that lived in the town. Times back then were hard for the Keller’s. Being a single parent of three children Sam let slip some responsibilities. His work at the State House kept coming in later and later until it came to the point where Sam was fired. After the death of Janice Asher seemed to be, as if, deprived of his own childhood. Asher stayed up late during the hours of the night to comfort his younger sister who did nothing but cry, eat, and poop.
And his father did nothing to help matters. Sam Keller started to neglect his responsibilities as a father. He was never home any more, now always spending his time getting drunk in the local bar. It seemed that Janice had been his everything and the only thing to keep him on track, and now that she was gone there was no one to do that for him.
Asher had changed after the death of his mother. He was more serious about things and it seemed as if his sense of humor had vanished. Alana noticed the change in him and tried cheering him up, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t the only one who noticed however. Alana’s mother had also noticed the change. Alana’s mother had offered to watch the Keller kids whenever Sam needed a sitter. Which was quite often. Sam was always working, but that started to change as well.
Soon Alana’s parents had decided to split. While her father stayed in RI Alana was forced to go live with her mother in NY. Asher didn’t see much of Alana after that. She was only around for one weekend every month and one month during the summer. It wasn’t fair, and Asher became even more depressed. He wished his best friend could be back in the state.
Even though Asher made it his own responsibility to watch after his younger sisters he still kept time forhimself. Most of the time he would sneak out to the old mill. The old mill was built just somewhat on the edge of Coventry and was considered to be restricted by the people in the town for the sole fact that it was where Thomas Anthony had made his home, and anyone who was seen near the building would have been instantly accused of some suspicious cult.
After Sam was fired from the State House rumors started to raise suspicions in the town they lived in. People started wondering how a stay at home single father was able to bring in food and keep the house and pay the bills and what-not. Then his father went missing. It was about time too. It was going to happen eventually. So at ten years old Asher and his siblings were sent to Colvintown, California to live with their Aunt Nelly, who was their mother’s sister. Ever since then Asher just shut down about everything outside of his siblings. His siblings are the only people that he’ll open up to. Especially his sister. He talks to his sister about everything even though she’s only twelve years old.
The change of scenery and community was the hardest thing for Asher. He was forced to leave behind all his friends and everyone that he knew and loved. When Asher moved to the town he tried to keep some things intact. Back in Coventry, he played for the varsity soccer team. His position was center defense and lucky for him the same position was open for him here at Colvintown Jr. High. He tried out for the team and made the position of course. So he has been known throughout the school for being on the Soccer team. Asher hates his popularity however. He will use it to his advantage sometimes but he usually tries to annoy it. He doesn’t need girls chasing after him when he has his family to look after.
At the end of Jr. High, Asher’s aunt signed him up to for Hazelton. Hazelton was a boarding school in the town. He went through the same thing. Loosing friends he had made at Colvintown. It was an expensive school and not everyone could afford it. He was back on the soccer team and for a year he had to deal with playing forward. The captain of the team was a senior and already had the position of center defense. But after that year the Captain graduated and Asher was able to take back his favorite position. During his sophomore year, Asher was discovered by some talent guy in a Starbucks. He asked Asher if he had eve thought about modeling. Asher said no, it never occurred to him that he could model. Well that changed his life. Asher got his own agent and has done nuts for countless companies.
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Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! The black and white soccer ball bounced off the brick wall of the school. Smack! ...Smack! Each time the ball came back to the dark haired boy, and each time he kicked it back at the wall. He had a half hour to do whatever. Lunch sucked. It was nothing but a social time for freshmen to be stupid, and all the other people to “puff the magic dragon”. The ball came back to him once more and he stopped it with his foot. He glanced over the rest of the people in the courtyard.
There were no freshmen. Freshmen weren't allowed to come out here during lunch hours. it was only for the juniors and seniors. Asher was a junior. He hated it. He hated being in this school. Next year was his last year and then he was gone. He didn't care about his secret. He wanted nothing to do with it. He had already made the plan that once he was gone from here he was just going to forget about it.
Next year would be his graduating year, and that was the one day he was looking forward to, graduation day. He'd probably spend a month our two still living with his Aunt then he would be gone. He wanted to go to California. He wanted that more than anything. He knew that California was where his talents would be realized. Maybe he could get a record label or sign a contract with a national soccer team.
The people in the court yard were either seniors or juniors. He knew most of them to. He knew more than half the juniors. They had all gone to elementary school together. He kicked the ball back at the wall starting to think back to his elementary days. Smack! He used to be a little prep in those days. Back then no one cared what you wore or how you acted or who you hung out with. Everyone was friends with everyone in those days. It was during middle school where friends would start to grow apart.
You would find someone from another school who was more like you. You'd hang out with them more then you would with your elementary friends. Some people stayed friends even during those years, but mostly everyone grew apart. he remembered that him and his friends had stopped talking after a while when he got into music and went all “emo”. He still talks to them, but it's not every week like it used to be. Now it's just whenever they see each other in the halls.
He knew some of the seniors to. The soccer team was made up of mostly seniors and juniors. Sometimes a freshman or two. He was the fastest player on the team, which gave him high praise with the other team mates. In this school popularity was like a contest. It was always a battle to see who was more popular than whom. But Asher didn't care about that stuff. All that popular stuff was meaningless to him. Once he was done here he was just going to leave it all behind. So what was the use if he was popular or not?
The ball hit the wall again, and again, and again. He tried to concentrate more on the soccer, rather than letting his mind just drift. He kicked the ball again and his tight pants seemed to be making him uncomfortable with every kick. It was a wonder how he even moved in them. Truth to be told was they really weren't that tight. They just looked it. They were actually one size larger then what he would be, it's just that they were girls jeans. He had his forest green hoodie on and under that was a tight Panic! At The Disco shirt.
The ball hit the wall one more time with a loud smack, but nobody seemed to notice. They were all to busy talking or laughing to be paying any attention. The ball came back to him through the air. Hitting the wall hard that time had caused it to retract upwards into the air. he caught the ball as it neared him so it wouldn't threaten to nail someone in the face. Though the thought of it was funny and made Asher laugh silently to himself.
There were no freshmen. Freshmen weren't allowed to come out here during lunch hours. it was only for the juniors and seniors. Asher was a junior. He hated it. He hated being in this school. Next year was his last year and then he was gone. He didn't care about his secret. He wanted nothing to do with it. He had already made the plan that once he was gone from here he was just going to forget about it.
Next year would be his graduating year, and that was the one day he was looking forward to, graduation day. He'd probably spend a month our two still living with his Aunt then he would be gone. He wanted to go to California. He wanted that more than anything. He knew that California was where his talents would be realized. Maybe he could get a record label or sign a contract with a national soccer team.
The people in the court yard were either seniors or juniors. He knew most of them to. He knew more than half the juniors. They had all gone to elementary school together. He kicked the ball back at the wall starting to think back to his elementary days. Smack! He used to be a little prep in those days. Back then no one cared what you wore or how you acted or who you hung out with. Everyone was friends with everyone in those days. It was during middle school where friends would start to grow apart.
You would find someone from another school who was more like you. You'd hang out with them more then you would with your elementary friends. Some people stayed friends even during those years, but mostly everyone grew apart. he remembered that him and his friends had stopped talking after a while when he got into music and went all “emo”. He still talks to them, but it's not every week like it used to be. Now it's just whenever they see each other in the halls.
He knew some of the seniors to. The soccer team was made up of mostly seniors and juniors. Sometimes a freshman or two. He was the fastest player on the team, which gave him high praise with the other team mates. In this school popularity was like a contest. It was always a battle to see who was more popular than whom. But Asher didn't care about that stuff. All that popular stuff was meaningless to him. Once he was done here he was just going to leave it all behind. So what was the use if he was popular or not?
The ball hit the wall again, and again, and again. He tried to concentrate more on the soccer, rather than letting his mind just drift. He kicked the ball again and his tight pants seemed to be making him uncomfortable with every kick. It was a wonder how he even moved in them. Truth to be told was they really weren't that tight. They just looked it. They were actually one size larger then what he would be, it's just that they were girls jeans. He had his forest green hoodie on and under that was a tight Panic! At The Disco shirt.
The ball hit the wall one more time with a loud smack, but nobody seemed to notice. They were all to busy talking or laughing to be paying any attention. The ball came back to him through the air. Hitting the wall hard that time had caused it to retract upwards into the air. he caught the ball as it neared him so it wouldn't threaten to nail someone in the face. Though the thought of it was funny and made Asher laugh silently to himself.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]okay, this app was made by the one and only jackie from white pages, so i'd appreciate if you didn't steal it, kthx. the lyrics are from one of my favorite bands, Panic At the Disco, from their album Pretty. Odd, in case you were wondering. that's about it. except just know if you steal this, I will squash you like a bug.
