HOLDEN, Asher Shane

[ASHER SHANE HOLDEN]

oh yeah, i'll tell you something, i think you'll understand

when i say that something ; i wanna hold your hand

full name: Asher Shane Holden
nickname: Ash
age: seventeen
gender: male
sexuality: gay
birthday: October thirtieth, nineteen ninety-four
grade:highschool : senior
face claim: izzy hilton

and when i touch you i feel happy, inside
it's such a feeling that my love, i can't hide

personality: Asher is a lovable guy, simply because he is so charming. He likes to get things done but he always seems to have time to flirt with pretty guys or go out partying. With being a fashion kid and a cross dresser, he has to be pretty tough. Asher has no problem being deceitful and getting the things that he wants by doing so. He’s the type of person who would purposefully blacken someone’s name to get his way. Asher is also the kind of person who would spin line after line of compliments and sweet phrases to get a person into his bed. He’s a sweet talker and his good looks don’t hurt his practice any. Ash plays it nice and has this wonderful façade built up of being a friendly, lovable guy who would be friends with everyone but he plays his cards in a way to get him places. Because of this he counts very few people as his real friends and has many that consider himself their friends though he can probably barely remember their names half the time. The people that Ash is honestly close with though, those are the people he’d never make it through school without. And he’d do anything to protect those people, just like he knows they’ll always have his back if things get out of hand.

yeah, you got that something i think you'll understand
when i say that something

history: As for his history, Asher had a pretty normal life style. He grew up in Louisiana and his family was as loving as any other. His dad was a lawyer and his mom was a baker. Asher has a little sister named Danielle, but he doesn’t get to see her much anymore considering she’s busy with her own life. He made it through junior high without any problems and was the lovable fashionable that was popular simply because he associated with everyone and made it his business to be nice to everyone so he could drop that extra compliment to them to get him noticed. Of course, he’s always had his problem. His problems started mostly when he started to embrace who he really was at the end of junior high and he started to cross dress. His parents lost it and shipped him off to Salem to live with his slightly eccentric grandmother, who said she’d love him no matter what and of course held up to that.

Salem is what Asher considers his lucky break. It gives him a chance to get out in the world a bit more and get his name, more likely his fashions, noticed by someone important. And really, all he is after is fame. Love is pointless to him and friendships are only as good as how far they can get you in the world. Sure, he’s a bit shallow and vain but who wouldn’t be when you had talent like he does, or at least like he thinks he does. Asher considers himself a prize and anyone would be lucky to have him around. He’s another fame crazed kid, but the difference is he has a cool, calm façade with the guts to push others aside to get his way. It also helps that many of the people in the school just assume that he’s a girl most of the time though Ash is well aware that many know him to be a male.

i wanna hold your hand

name/ alias: allie
age: twenty
experience: eight
how you found us: have a char already
pass code: butterfly kisses

ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:

Corbi grinned as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She felt cute today and that didn’t happen often. So she was going to the place that made her feel even better. The gardens on campus. The smell of the place greeted her before she was even within the confines that were the boundaries of the gardens. Corbi drew a deep breath, closing her eyes to really enjoy the moment. She loved the gardens not only for the place it was, but also because of the senses it set fire specifically smell. This place always had a wonderful smell, so fresh and crisp, and it always seemed to wipe away everything else that was going on. She could have been on the verge of having a panic attack before coming out here and the second she smelt the flowers, things would settle again. This place was her get away and she couldn’t help that part about her. Since she had moved out here, the gardens had been her true love.

And she was sure that anyone who had been in her room and had flipped through her portfolios would easily see that. Most of her pictures were of beautiful men and women. But there was one separate portfolio that was nothing but this garden. Since she had been here, she honestly wasn’t sure the amount of time that she had spent out here. It was just so comforting. Of course, it never took her long for her thoughts to leave her out here and she was surprised that she could focus long enough to take the pictures that cluttered her room from this place.

Corbi kicked her flip flops off, pressing her feet down into the grass. The only feeling she loved under her feet more was sand, but that was hard to come by here the way she wanted it. She wiggled her toes in the cool grass, goose bumps forming momentarily before fading away. She ran her hand across her lightly tanned leg, her shorts stopping a bit above mid-thigh. As she straightened back up she pulled the camera from around her neck. She grinned as she walked across the grass, avoiding the stone paths that were usually meant for walking through the garden. It wasn’t that she didn’t abide by the rules….there was just so much more that you could capture when you went off the usual trail. And that definitely applied here. All of her best pictures were when she was stalking through the garden off of the stone path.

She pushed her hot pink bangs out of her face and smiled as she came to a group of rose bushes. Peppermint Roses. This was the only place beside her parent’s house that she had seen these in. Audrey lay down in the grass on her stomach. She pulled her feet up into the air, crossing them at the heels. She planted her elbows into the ground and tilted her camera up, leaning her head down so she could see the roses through the hole. Her fingers roamed to their familiar places and then she pressed down on the button. The shutter flew closed and she knew that she had captured her picture. She hoped it would turn out alright, staring up at the roses through all the stems and leaves.