02-26-2013, 07:58 AM
Name: Ash St. Cloud
Age: 17
Personality: Ash is pretty wild and adventurous, he isnt the type to go the parties, but is always out exploring abandoned buildings with his camera to try and get the perfect shot, or up on buildings trying to capture the perfect sunrise.
Appearance: Wild light brown hair hanging an inch or two below his ears, and tanned skin covered in scars from skate boards and falls from trees and buildings, he sports a tall and thin build, and a bit of brown stubble on his chin. His eyes are bright bottle green, and a scar over one cheek makes his grin a big lop sided.
Bio: Ash grew up a fairly normal life, a steel workers son, he dreams of moving to New York and doing photography for a living, generally speaking he's an open book with his biggest secret being he's bisexual.
Ash slowly pried open the door of the ancient japanese home, it was technically a historical site, but with the old house returning to nature and only ghost stories to give a hint to its past, the 17 year old knew he had to try and get in.
Visiting Japan for a year as a student, Ash had loved the breath taking scenery, and in his rural village that he was staying with, the forest and buildings had been incredably, but nothing matched up to this as he walked across creaking floor boards, and through ancient hall ways, camera raised to snap shots as birds fluttered free.
"I wonder what sort of stories you'd be able to tell me...." The boy spoke aloud, as he glanced out the western door to see the setting sun painting the sky in vivid shades of purple.
Age: 17
Personality: Ash is pretty wild and adventurous, he isnt the type to go the parties, but is always out exploring abandoned buildings with his camera to try and get the perfect shot, or up on buildings trying to capture the perfect sunrise.
Appearance: Wild light brown hair hanging an inch or two below his ears, and tanned skin covered in scars from skate boards and falls from trees and buildings, he sports a tall and thin build, and a bit of brown stubble on his chin. His eyes are bright bottle green, and a scar over one cheek makes his grin a big lop sided.
Bio: Ash grew up a fairly normal life, a steel workers son, he dreams of moving to New York and doing photography for a living, generally speaking he's an open book with his biggest secret being he's bisexual.
Ash slowly pried open the door of the ancient japanese home, it was technically a historical site, but with the old house returning to nature and only ghost stories to give a hint to its past, the 17 year old knew he had to try and get in.
Visiting Japan for a year as a student, Ash had loved the breath taking scenery, and in his rural village that he was staying with, the forest and buildings had been incredably, but nothing matched up to this as he walked across creaking floor boards, and through ancient hall ways, camera raised to snap shots as birds fluttered free.
"I wonder what sort of stories you'd be able to tell me...." The boy spoke aloud, as he glanced out the western door to see the setting sun painting the sky in vivid shades of purple.