"This town is only big enough for one asshole, and that asshole is me."
-Ash Williams, Ash vs Evil Dead
BASICS
NAME: Ashley, goes by Ash
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Fall 2735
AGE: 40 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler, Journeyman Smithcrafter (not anymore oops)
WING: Windsong
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark brown, fluffy
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'5", built
PLAY-BY: Bruce Campbell
EXPY SOURCE: Ash Williams (Evil Dead)
FULL APPEARANCE: (Major trait = lost hand)
Ash is a big, tall man, that's for certain. He walks around like he's some big important celebrity, even if he has no reason to do that. He's got that soft, fluffy hair that falls over his forehead and a cheesy smile that would make all the 80s girls swoon. He's got a fair amount of muscles from his smithcraft days, and refuses to let them go anywhere.
He lost his right hand and a quarter of his forearm above the wrist a few years back in a smithing accident, but he doesn't let that stop him from doing anything. He likes wearing blue collared shirts and brown pants, thinking that it's all the rage. If he wears a long sleeved shirt, he'll always tie up the end of the sleeve on the right side.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Ash is the textbook asshole, and he knows it. Hell, he might even be proud of it. He is arrogant, overly confident, and would flirt with anything that moves. He insults people without thinking, even if he doesn't mean it, and he's not one to take back what he says unless he's really, really forsked up. Under all that, he does actually care about the people he considers friends, even if he does spend all his time insulting them. And, if he cared enough about someone, Ash would be willing to put his life on the line for them without a second thought.
He performs well under pressure... not so well under a lack of pressure. In layman's terms, he's a good fast thinker, and a bad slow thinker. He's brave, and would rush into battle if need be. He's a bit bitter, and very cynical, and has his own brand of dark humor. He is genuinely quite gifted in the way of smithcrafting, even if he only uses that knowledge for off-handed things nowadays.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Journeyman Smithcrafter Ashland (father, alive), Journeyman Smith Mariley (mother, alive), Journeyman Smith Mariland (younger sister, alive), Brandy (daughter, estranged)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Smith Hall
HISTORY: [TW LOSS OF LIMB]
The first born of two smiths at Smith Hall, Ash was destined to become a smith like his parents before him. His sister, who was born the year after, was also destined to the same fate. They spent their childhoods watching the other smiths, goofing around with any other kids that were there, and being genuinely close siblings. He idolized his father and his profession, and couldn't wait to do the same as he did.
Eventually, the time came when Ash could become an apprentice. And he did! He wanted to impress his father so badly that he poured all of his time into it. He was good at it! His craft became his passion, why would he need to do anything else? Time passed, and he ended up graduating and becoming a Journeyman. Sure, he could spend time working his way up to becoming a Master Smith, but in his head, that didn't really fit him. It was just too much responsibility that he didn't feel fit to handle. Journeyman would do. He'd accomplished his dreams, now what? He chilled with his friends, continued working, met this girl around his age who came to the Hall, a fling happened, she left (she would later find out that she was pregnant with his daughter, but he never found out), life moved on at a slow pace that he enjoyed.
Then slow got really fast really quickly. He was smithing something and not paying attention. One thing led to another, and one bad swing gave got a nasty, nasty wound to his right hand. It got infected. It was either amputate it or get sick and maybe die! It wasn't that tough of a decision on paper, but he really held it off for a minute thinking that he would get better. The infection spread a bit, and then he knew it had to go. He had his right hand amputated. He felt quite bad about the whole ordeal. If he had just payed attention, he wouldn't have had to lose his hand. But he didn't, and he had, so now what? Was he just going to live with this feeling of disgrace for the rest of his life because he did something that he could of avoided? No! He ran away from it. Ash packed up and left the Hall, going to High Reaches instead of Telgar. Telgar felt too close, like, go for a day trip sort of close. High Reaches was far away enough that he felt like he could be away from his family for a little bit, thinking himself a disgrace to his father's reputation because of his mistake.
He got there and found that he still needed an ego boost to get back to the way he was before. That lead him to purchasing a wher egg. A green wher popped out, Assk, who immediately chomped on him and bonded to him. He would later tell the story as she bit off his hand, even though that never actually happened. As time passed, Ash found himself settling into his new life as a wherhandler. High Reaches was... alright. It was alright. The politics were a little rough, tensions were high with the new gold weyrling, and somebody stole Fort's eggs. Fun! He hated it. He didn't like when things got all messy politics wise because that means he'd have to take a stance, and he didn't want to take a stance! He just wanted to do his forsking job.
