Alrighty, here is my contribution. Hope she looks OK. I'd love to hear any feedback people have to give!
- Rainbow ♥
Ashton 'Ash' Marshal.Age:
Heterosexual. (Could be persuaded to try a scene with other women as well, either with or without a guy.)Afflicted or Unafflicted:
Unafflicted.Feelings toward Afflicted:
Indifferent, but cautious.Appearance:
Standing at 5'2", Ashton is short with a petite, lithe frame. Her hair is long, reaching the small of her back when loose and is a dark chestnut colour. Her eyes are an ashen blue, causing them to stand out from her light olive skin. Her style can be somewhat erratic; sometimes she likes to dress up girly and sometimes she prefers comfort over looks. She could rock a pair of heels one night and then a pair of combat boots the next; it's a gift. Personality:
Ashton finds it hard to tell people what she's thinking or how she's feeling. She is extremely prideful and gets embarrassed easily; this can lead her to being a bit hot headed and quick tempered. In her past, Ashton has struggled with authority and heeding others advice. That being said, with how the world is today, she can take being given direction and authority isn't such an issue; it's a means of survival. In high school, she was a bit of a rebel, and despite her not wanting to admit such, a bit of a trend setter. She was popular, though not because she wanted to be. In fact, she did everything she could to fall out with people who idolized her. However, she got into her fair share of fights; girls, guys, it didn't matter. If someone spoke wrongly about a friend of hers, she'd be gunning for them. It was safe to say she didn't win all
her fights. Confusingly, Ashton has a knack for discipline in the right environment; having taken Gymnastic classes all her life, she's become quite talented at the sport.Bio:
Being brought up in a heavily Christian household was something she considered a normality until she reached the age of eleven when she started questioning her Sunday church visits, the Christmas's spent at church, the Jesus summer camps; was it all just a waste of time? The more and more she looked into it, the more and more she began thinking it was. Ashton expressed to her parents how she felt about the whole thing, but they weren't having any of it. They insisted she go to church and continue the customs of the household so long as she lived under their roof. She left home when she was thirteen after a massive blow up with her parents. Ashton spend months moving from friends to friends house while keeping up with school. It wasn't exactly the easiest of lives, but she wouldn't complain. Through the help of the government, Ashton was booked into a hostel for young kids who'd left home and she spent the rest of her years there. Up until the time people started coming back from the dead, that is.
When news of the rash and fever-like symptoms spread across the news, Ashton brushed it off. Why should she worry about it when it wasn't effecting anyone around her? It spread quickly and viciously, killing many in it's path and still she ignored it; it was the best way to cope with it. What could she do about it? Why fret over something that may never effect her? Eventually though, it did. Still though, she tried to feign ignorance. Despite many in her hostel becoming sick with the rash, some being taken away for testing, others dying without a goodbye, Ashton continued to stick around, acting like everything was normal.
It wasn't until the dead started to rise all those years later that she started becoming concerned. Things seemed to go downhill fast; society crumbled, the dead roamed the earth and she was stuck wondering if she'd ever see her parents again. Scared, Aston hauled up in her hostel until it became uninhabitable; the Unseen had attempted to get in so many times that the flimsy barricade the kids who'd lived there had set up was crumbling. When they finally breached the hostel, many people died and Aston cowardly escaped while he friends, her family were killed. Weapons:
A small black, pocket knife
that she kept on her person even before the rash was brought to the worlds attention. Gear:
The contents of a black Obey backpack.
○ An old Swiss Army Knife
. Though the blades are rusted and dull, she still thought it might be useful.
○ A half full water bottle of clean water.
○ Two cans of baked beans and one can of spam.
○ A basic, pocket sowing kit...Just in case.
○ A simple purple lighter.
○ A half empty packet of cigarettes.
○ A keychain torch
that still works, though the light source is ridiculously inefficient at night out in the open.Fears:
Being left Alone, Getting the Rash, The Unseen, Rape (thought I wouldn't be opposed to it happening to her in the story.)Casual ons:
Occasional Smoking, Gymnastics, Tattoo's, The Rain, Cursing, Being apart of a Team, Drinking and getting Shit Faced to Forget.Casual offs:
Being Alone, Stuck Up Assholes, Fake People, Liars, People who can't read her mind (she drives a hard bargain), Slackers, People who don't give a shit about people, Slimy Sleaze-balls, Manipulators, Religious People.Sexual ons:
Casual Sex, Meaningful Sex, Romance, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Kissing, Teasing, Flirting, Fights for Dominance, Bath/Shower/Water Scenes, Risk of Getting Caught, Light Bondage.Sexual offs:
Anal Sex, Pregnancy, Toilet Play (Feces, Vomit, Urine etc), Vore, Fisting, Foot Play. (Please check my O/O's for more details.)