JOHNS, ash ryder

[ash ryder damian-johns]

ASH RYDER DAMIAN-JOHNS

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I CAN’T HIDE THE MONSTER ANYMORE
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG

FULL NAME: ash ryder damian-johns
NICKNAMES: pancakes
AGE: 18, October 27th
SEXUALITY: bisexual
MEMBER GROUP: student
OCCUPATION: freshie 8)

ONE STARTS TO CHANGE INTO
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE

HAIR: Dark brown, messy, emoish hair.
EYES: blue
HEIGHT: 5‘10‘’
SCARS: In the crease of his eyelids from surgery.
TATTOOS: a skull and cross bones on his left arm, a ship on his left shoulder, three stars on the inside of his right wrist, a lady‘s face, an anchor or his left shoulder, a swallow on the outside of each wrist, and five stars on his shaft.
PIERCINGS: His ears, tongue, and septum are pierced, although he hides the septum lots of the time because he’s weird.
PLAY BY: Jordan Holland.

THE DARKNESS HAS BEEN BIDING ITS TIME
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES

LIKES: attention, exotic animals, videogames, quality time with his momma, arguing, tormenting William, singing, carrots, barelythere tanlines, dancing, Dracula, loud music, decent tits and ass, loud sex, etc. etc
DISLIKES: videogames, when his parents be themselves, feet, mustard, pancakes, the fact his parents have sex all the time and are very vocal, baths, when people try to help him and he doesn’t want it, when people won’t help him when he does want it, his eyes, etc. etc.
FEARS: mice, darkness, commitment, gnomes, face paint, more surgery.
SECRETS:
He totally loves the stoner jokes.
When he first started coming in to puberty he stole four pairs of his mom’s panties. He still has them hidden in his bedroom.
He has an addiction to recording himself jerking off and poutting the videos on teh interwebz.
PERSONALITY:

Ash tends to be a bit of a pain in the ass. He doesn’t always try to be an asshole, sure he does lots of the time, but sometimes it just… happens. Ash is the type of guy that will hang out with you and sleep with you regularly, then freak right out when you introduce him to someone as your boyfriend. If he’s feeling generous you might be allowed to get away with it for the night, but by the time you’re alone with him he’ll set you straight. He’ll remind you he’s never called you anything but your name, so why the hell would you go and do something like that to him? Then he’ll likely peace forever. Commitment scares the piss out of him whether he’ll admit it or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have ‘steady’ relationships, it just means that you can’t go and call it that, or expect him not to go out and fuck around on you. He’s honest, he’ll let you know, and he won’t feel any guilt at all.

When you have Ash as a friend and don’t let him get in your pants, life is a lot easier. He’s less of a dick to the people that avoid his dick. He’ll be more likely to listen to you as a person and a little bit more likely to care about you and what you do. He has a protective streak, it’s tiny and hard to spot, but sometimes he makes it visible. If you’re close to him and you get hurt around him, he’ll turn in to a complete mother bear, where as with another person you‘d need to be totally missing a limb and bleeding to death before he‘d think much of doing anything to help. On the other hand, he himself is very dramatic about pain and really anything. When you call him out on things, he won’t handle it calmly like an adult, he’ll just flip like a baby. Saying no to him gains a reaction like the word was stabbing him in the balls. He doesn’t have full blown temper tantrums now, but he’ll still kick up a fuss on any given day over the most ridiculous little things. He’ll tell you what’s on his mind regardless of your age and gender, and stand to it no matter what you do.

He does have some good to offer to the world, though. When he’s not being a loser, he’s quite a creative thing. He’s good to have when you need to solve issues like a hole in the wall or a junky looking car. He can make anything look good when he sets himself to it. He’ll pull ideas out of nowhere, be it in doing something serious or just to give you something to do- it’s never really a dull moment when he’s around.

TO BECOME WHAT I BECOME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME

MOTHER: Willow Gabriella Damian, mother, stay at home writer, 45
FATHER: Douglas Levi Johns, tattoo artist, 48
SIBLINGS: William Laurence Johns, brother, currently just chillin‘, 20
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
His babygirl Callie
And his sexy man Monty
ORIGIN:
HISTORY:

From the moment Willow found out she was pregnant, life as Douglas had known it turned in to a nightmare. With a two year old and a girlfriend that he couldn’t really count on, he wasn’t sure how to take the news. A part of him was really, really happy. Since William had been born and he’d been raising him alone, he always thought it would be neat to have another child to keep the boy company. He’d been an only child and hated it, and that was with both parents. Plus, maybe it would be the thing that would mellow Willow out a bit. He was falling pretty hard and pretty fast, but he couldn’t count on her to be just his at all. He didn’t even know if he was able to formally say they were together or not. The other part was scared shitless. How could they do this? Willow was all sorts of crazy, there was no sense in avoiding that. He adored her but he just couldn’t see this going very smoothly. Would she have to stop taking pills? Would she even want to keep it? Could her body handle it? She was so skinny, it’d never been a concern before, but that was before his second child was relying on her to live. That was another issue- was it even his?

The talk they had was hell, to put it simply. He was walking on broken glass through the full thing, trying to keep from upsetting her while still get an answer or two out of her. Eventually it came to the agreement that they’d go through it and deal like adults. What Willow left out was the fact that the next nine months would include fits of rage and tears, no sex (although he was allowed sympathy blowjobs), insane body changes that made no sex even worse for Douglas, and the demand that he get a vasectomy. He never once lost his temper with her or William. He held her hand from the minute her water broke until the baby was born, nodding along and supporting her while she screamed about all of the awful things she was going to do to him and his cock. Seeing Ash, his second son, made everything totally worth it.

It wasn’t until both parents actually had a good look that they noticed something was wrong with their child. He wouldn’t open his eyes that much. Douglas knew that babies had kinda puffy eyes, but with William he at least saw his eyes open and close. Ash would sit there and grunt at them whenever they sat him up, roll his eyes under the lids, maybe open them a bit but not enough to see anything other than tiny slits of white. Mother and father reacted quite calmly of course, demanding to know what the fuck was up with their kid’s eyes and what they needed to do to fix it. After much fussing about how they couldn’t drag their child on a leash without knowing if he was blind or just having some kind of difficulty, the doctor finally told them he just had big eyelids and they could fix it with surgery. They didn’t figure that they’d make it so he could open his eyes but still look like he was on something all the time, or even dream that anything beyond what was done would be ‘unneeded reconstructive surgery’. Douglas’ mother and father offered to pay for everything when they came to meet Ash, they had enough money to change the poor kid completely, but the offer was politely turned down. He was only a baby, it was too hard to worry about the healing process all over again.

Other than the eye issues going on for a little longer than they would have wanted, Ash wasn’t a big problem as a baby. He wasn’t too clingy, he slept a lot, and William thought he was amazing. He was a pretty normal baby, really. He rolled and crawled and did nosedives in to the floor until he was able to walk, then run. It was around then he started to become a bit of a handful. Eyes healed, no pills, no problems, he was your average hyper toddler. He was busy. He couldn’t stand to be left alone and for a big part of his childhood he shared a room with William. William didn’t mind sharing his room, he loved it! Ash didn’t learn how to talk as quick as most babies that have older siblings do because he never had to tell his brother anything, he’d just point in the general direction of whatever and William could solve the mystery like some sort of preschooler detective. A little talking to both of them stopped that all and soon enough both parents regret it. It was about the time William went to kindergarten, and they had to listen to Ash sob for days about wanting to go to school. He got over it once he clued in that staying home meant he got to be with mommy and daddy without William and that was pretty cool. It was around then that he himself became aware of his mother being, well, awesome to him. It took William another two years before he clued in, too.

Ash started to become the pain he is now when he realized fully that he was spoiled and treated better than William was by his mother. He didn’t know until he was other than William was only related to him by Dougz, but even then he caught on that this was something that he needed to brag about. So he did. He told William about all the different fun stuff he did with just him Mom, and made sure to take his time in showing off all of the cool things she bought him and put down anything that William got from either parent. William didn’t know that Willow wasn’t his mother then either, and he became very angry. He would try and get more attention from her, and when it wouldn’t work he would break Ash’s cool toys or smack him up a bit. It only took about two weeks of Ash running out of their room screaming and crying before the boys were split up, William moving on up to what had previously been the spare bedroom and Ash staying in their room. Ash complained for another week because William’s room was bigger, so both boys were bought ‘big kid’ beds and they were good for another month. when they both wanted to paint their rooms, they went out and did that too. William let his father do the work, but Ash was determined to do it himself. They let him have one wall he could do whatever with, and he surprisingly did a decent job for a little kid. From then on, they didn’t question him when he’d ask for art supplies.

School and friends weren’t anything really terrifying or extremely epic for Ash. He did alright with his work and he didn’t have problems catching himself a handful of good friends that stayed with him for the better part of his life. He had problems with reading sometimes because of his eyes, but he didn’t get teased too much about them until Grade 5. Then all the little kiddies were given the drug talk. They were told not to smoke and drink and do drugs of any sort. They were trained that drug users were bad people that wanted to hurt children. Every single child in that room finally took Ash’s eyes in as something other than an easy way to distinguish him from the other boys. They didn’t look at his eyes as something that made him unique- they looked at his eyes as a good fuckin’ joke. Sure, his parents had always joked before, but he hadn’t ever been given a talk about how horrible drug users apparently were. Plus, they were his parents, they were allowed to bug him. It wasn’t like his family all ganged up on him, not that there was much to the family. His grandparents on Dougz’ side passed away when he was five and only two out of a zillion of Willow’s relatives bothered with them at all. Ash came home and told his mother about his problems, and she lovingly pushed his hair back and told him to grow a pair, and then to lay off the weed. She suggested that he at least had to act like less of a pansy if he was going to make it beyond elementary school. They had more than enough money for surgery, but Ash wasn't really wanting to jump right in to it. He still isn't really ready to go under the knife. Over dinner they discussed their options, and it was decided that William teach him how to fight, at least enough to defend himself if he were ever to need it. Ash hated to full experience. He had a filthy mouth, and he could really talk shit. But, William would just ignore everything he said and continue to smack him around, normally while saying “don’t be a bitch“. As it would happen, William just ended up protecting him whenever he needed it, which tended to be a lot because Ash couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Ash only ever got in to a physical fight once before he went to high school, and that was because William was sick and couldn’t protect him.

By high school, Ash didn’t take anything much to heart. He’d get mad and talk shit, but at the end of the day he would go home and have an amazing sleep no matter what people said or did. Not to mention, by that point, most of the kids that had once thought he was a demon child for ‘doing drugs’ were out drinking and smoking regularly. William was still there to protect him when people bugged him about whatever, which was mostly Willow then. There’s no denying it, his mom is a mega babe. Horny teenage boys noticed that. Ash would tell them to quit their shit and not talk about his fucking mother like that. Then he’d go and make angry art, which would normally just include lots of finger painting or huge sculptures. The girls ate it up. Before he knew it, he was being invited to parties and being asked to hang out, only to end up with his hands in places they shouldn’t have been. Being raised in such a normal, loving, caring, sane family, he was given high fives when he mentioned it in passing. They didn’t give him shit for breaking hearts. William didn’t agree with it but told him it was his choice, Douglas didn’t say much of anything, and Willow just thought it was pretty rad of him. Ash didn’t stop. He slept around, he made girls feel like idiots, then experimented with boys when he hit a bit of a dry spell. He graduated having slept with 11 different people, normally multiple times. He won awards for his art and ‘donated’ all of his work, from the time he first picked up a crayon and on, to go in to his father’s shop.

WILL YOU STILL HOLD ME
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE

ALIAS: Leesha
AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: Sevenish years
SAMPLE:

Kahlúa had said millions of times that there were things about himself that needed changing. The main problem was, the progress for changing them wasn't working so well. He was working at it by himself, and he didn't know enough about himself anymore to do that. He had broken little habits in the past, like biting his tongue when he wasn't talking and biting his fingernails (when he wasn't stressed at least). However, the full issues with how he was in general, that was a big beast to tackle. He needed to learn to be more open to things, and that wasn't that hard to work on. But there were things like waiting and listening and being tougher- all things he should have learned as a child that just weren't coming to him by his own will. He was too easily hurt and angered, and he couldn't for the life of him avoid setting himself back. Still, he was childish almost all of the time, and he was finding more and more that it was like both maturity levels were merging into one. It was too much for him to fix on his own, but what could he do? He'd been to a doctor or two since he moved that had decided what he had was his own uncategorized mental disability/sickness. That made it hard to get medication to fix it, and there was no way in hell he was going to admit to Dorian that he needed more help. Dorian did too much already. Still, there was always the option of going to a therapist or whoever the hell else wanted to try and pick him apart and fix him. He'd sworn never to do it, but he knew deep down that Dorian would get tired of taking care of him all the time, and he didn't want that to happen if he had the option to try and avoid it. Maybe nothing lasted forever, but there was still that hope that they'd at least last until they were both ready to let go.

He jumped when Dorian argued with him, but he kept his mouth shut too. The feeling of Dorian's feet coming to life distracted him quickly though, and it was obvious the stress of the situation and how tired he was were both catching up to his brain. Dorian could have 'stolen' his nose and kept him busy for hours right now, so footsies was definitely a good way to get his mind off of everything. "I love you," he murmured, thumb not leaving his mouth. The feeling of fingertips on his back was more than enough to push him over the edge, and the prodding with his feet soon became a simple lazy brush before it was nothing but a gentle twitch as he fought sleep. It took a grand total of about two minutes before he didn't even twitch, his full body relaxed, thumb by his mouth, his jaw slack and, yeah, he was drooling on Dori's shirt.

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