Post by Ashton Wentworth on Mar 5, 2007 7:54:13 GMT -5
Character Name:Ashton Wentworth Miller
Year At Hogwarts:7th
Least Favorite House:Gryffindor
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?Wake up, take aspirin, shower, consume copious amounts of food, drink lunch, drink dinner, go home around 4 in the morning, rinse, lather, repeat.
Describe your character in 7 words or less:Arrogant, Smoker, drunk, smug, sarcastic, lair, opinionated.
A SHORT sample of your RPING (No more than 2 paragraphs please):
"I'll stay if you can tell me my name"
Ashton stared at the girl standing in front of him like she was a foreign object, he didn't like when they talked, they had no reason to talk. Heaving a sigh he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Allison? Becky?....Melissa....it had to be Melissa. His eyes narrowed as he fought to remember, he knew that she'd said it earlier. No, actually, he didn't even recall asking her what her name was, he didn't feel the need to. Rising out of his chair he looked down at her, and felt the hope start to grow in her eyes, impressive 6'3 frame looming over her. His eyes met with her as he placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze.
"Goodnight then" he said simply and turned to head toward the bar again. He didn't care that she stormed out of the bar in a huff, nor did he care if he ever saw the girl again, she didn't even have a chance to be useful as of yet. He walked without a stumble, in an impressively straight line for somebody that was as hammered as he was, but then again. When your in a constant drunken state, it's hard not to adapt and get used to it. Whenever he wasn't drunk was when people started to worry about him. Running a hand through his ever-messy hair he slid into a new seat at the bar and slid a pound note across the counter. That was the thing with muggle women, they were good for their purpose. He didn't much like the slags, but they were good for bedside company whenever he needed it. Something about their attitudes amused him, they went on and on like they were somebody of importance that he would keep coming back too. If they knew what real women were like, hell, if they knew what a real girl was like, the female muggle population would shrink from sheer self-loathing and pity.
Tilting his head back he let the Vodka shot pour down his throat like it was water. He knew that coming to muggle bars was pointless, and he only did it as a prep for his night. He had a long way to go, and he didn't want to hit the good bars with the good drinks till he had his A-game going. Sliding another note over, he downed two more shots. Enough with the previews, it was time to go see the movie. Heading to the bathroom he closed the door behind him, made sure there wasn't anybody else in any of the stalls, and apparated right over to the streets of Somerset, where he could find something entertaining to do with the rest of his night.
Important word from rules:morsmordre
Year At Hogwarts:7th
Least Favorite House:Gryffindor
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?Wake up, take aspirin, shower, consume copious amounts of food, drink lunch, drink dinner, go home around 4 in the morning, rinse, lather, repeat.
Describe your character in 7 words or less:Arrogant, Smoker, drunk, smug, sarcastic, lair, opinionated.
A SHORT sample of your RPING (No more than 2 paragraphs please):
"I'll stay if you can tell me my name"
Ashton stared at the girl standing in front of him like she was a foreign object, he didn't like when they talked, they had no reason to talk. Heaving a sigh he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Allison? Becky?....Melissa....it had to be Melissa. His eyes narrowed as he fought to remember, he knew that she'd said it earlier. No, actually, he didn't even recall asking her what her name was, he didn't feel the need to. Rising out of his chair he looked down at her, and felt the hope start to grow in her eyes, impressive 6'3 frame looming over her. His eyes met with her as he placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze.
"Goodnight then" he said simply and turned to head toward the bar again. He didn't care that she stormed out of the bar in a huff, nor did he care if he ever saw the girl again, she didn't even have a chance to be useful as of yet. He walked without a stumble, in an impressively straight line for somebody that was as hammered as he was, but then again. When your in a constant drunken state, it's hard not to adapt and get used to it. Whenever he wasn't drunk was when people started to worry about him. Running a hand through his ever-messy hair he slid into a new seat at the bar and slid a pound note across the counter. That was the thing with muggle women, they were good for their purpose. He didn't much like the slags, but they were good for bedside company whenever he needed it. Something about their attitudes amused him, they went on and on like they were somebody of importance that he would keep coming back too. If they knew what real women were like, hell, if they knew what a real girl was like, the female muggle population would shrink from sheer self-loathing and pity.
Tilting his head back he let the Vodka shot pour down his throat like it was water. He knew that coming to muggle bars was pointless, and he only did it as a prep for his night. He had a long way to go, and he didn't want to hit the good bars with the good drinks till he had his A-game going. Sliding another note over, he downed two more shots. Enough with the previews, it was time to go see the movie. Heading to the bathroom he closed the door behind him, made sure there wasn't anybody else in any of the stalls, and apparated right over to the streets of Somerset, where he could find something entertaining to do with the rest of his night.
Important word from rules:morsmordre
