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Description

They call me: Ashiya Anne Mae
But I go by: Breeze
I am: Seventeen years young
Obviously I'm: Female
I like: The boys
I'm crushing on: Not sure as of this moment
My friends are: ...oh that's right, I don't have any
Funny things is: I can control and manipulate air in all its forms. I can use this offensively and make this feel like knives, or shield myself, almost forming a ball around myself, not allowing you to touch me. For fun, I can walk on air, isn't that nifty?

If I described myself I would say I am five foot six inches, with dirty blonde hair thats usually on the messy side, and I am pale. I have brown eyes, and for the most part if I ever wear makeup it's natural. I'm average in weight I guess, not to big not too small. And I lack though beautiful curves many girls have, along with well...along with breasts. I get mistaken for being younger a lot.

Personality

People often say I am a rebel without a cause. Well, maybe those people are right. I am not too fond of authority figures, and I do not like being told what to do, how to do it, and when it should be done. I will get things done on my own time. Not to say im irresponsible, just leave me alone and I'll do things my own way. I guess you could say I'm not shy, not afraid to say what I think. I wont sugar coat things, though I do spare the feelings of those I feel are more fragile. I not a horrible person, I'm not out to shatter hearts. For the most part, I like to do things on my own and my own way. I'm not one of those people who like to be in a group all the time, or who like to have little slaves or puppy dogs around me to feel better about myself. I don't need a fan club, seriously. If you want my company then fine, but I do not like suck ups. I do not like fake people. I will prove this to you.

I am however, or so I was once told, a fairly private person, with all these walls up and what not. Whatever that means. I guess I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. I am completely and one hundred percent real. I will not lie about myself, I will not boast and I will not fib. The truth always comes out sometime, and needless to say, it will bite you in the butt so why lie in the first place. I've had different people say different things about first impressions of me. Some say I appear naive and innocent, some say only idiots wouldn't realize I'm up to no good. I guess looks can be decieving because they are both wrong. I don't think I'm innocent, but I do not look for trouble. I don't think.

I am always open for new experiences and I will try anything twice. Because well, sometimes you suck the first time. I'm no chicken and quite daring and love to prove people wrong. I will go to the ends of the eart and back again to do it. I'm competitive, in a scary way. I will die before I give up, the only way I would is if it would hurt someone for me to go on. Which brings me to the fact that if I have close friends, I will take care of them. I will protect them, and I will not let anything or anyone hurt them. I don't have many of these however, I am just saying. People say I am stubborn and I completely agree. I am also possessive and I know this. Stay away from what is not yours.

I'm not a bitch, I'm not just going to off and be mean to you, but I don't trust others too easily. I need a reason to trust you. I am a kind hearted and caring person, I guess you just don't notice because you are busy obsessing over other things about me. But I really do not like it when people judge. I am loyal and I am honest. Unless I need to get myself out of trouble well, there goes the honesty. I am a good listener, but I've not had many chances to be people's shoulder to cry on. I am a loner. I accept it.

In case you wanted to know I enjoy the following things:

• Swimming: I'm good
• Horseback riding
• Physical activities
• A challenge
• A good fist fight
• Photography: People/Plantlife/Landscapes
• Reading
• Writing
• The beach
• Music
• Karaoke
• Video games
• Plants of all sorts
• Skinny dipping
• Provacative things
• The beach at night
• Wildlife
• Wind in my face
• Going fast
• A nice breeze

• Mean people
• Rude people
• Conceited people
• Bullies
• Liars
• Spiders
• Spider webs
• Shopping
• Malls
• People acting like door matts
• Girls who abuse the word 'like'
• Fake people
• Wannabes
• Stereotypical popular girls. Aka the its all about me bitches

Equipment

I don't really find it neccessary to carry around a bunch of hardcore weapons. What I do have is a pocketknife and an army knife. Like I said, I don't need to go somewhere looking like I'm out to murder or execute somewhere. What I have is discreet.

Despite what I do I tend to always wear some type of loose dress or every now and again shorts. I don't do heels or boots, so I always wear flats or flip flops, and I don't much find heavy makeup neccessary so I either wear none at all or something that looks very natural.

History

I don't talk about myself really, unless someone asks. But apparently you want to know. I was raised as a single child with a mother and father who could not seem to learn this word I call talking. No, they shouted and faught all the time. My father could not seem to keep his hands off my mother, and my mother faught back in various also not so pleasant ways that you really don't want to have burned into your mind. I spent a lot of time out of the house actually, I would get away, anywhere that they weren't. I guess most people would be concerned about their parents and what was going on but well I, I had a reason not to be. Did I not mention? When I tried to break things up they hit me.

Which brings me to the one fateful day when I should try and push my father away but what ended up happening was a violent burst of air shot at my father and he smashed into the wall. Not exactly knowing what I had done or how I had down it, I was a bit dumbfounded as he came at me, and beat the living crap out of me. The cops came soon after that, I was emancipated, long story short.

That was when I was fifteen. I was on the streets from then on. Doing whatever made me money. I would steal, I did mugg people which I am not proud of. I would do petty jobs, though I never begged. Sometimes I would sing for people, I would get a few dollars that I would by myself something to eat. After getting bored of all that crap, I decided to try and figure out what the hell happened back with my father. It took me a while, but I learned I can control air. It was a bit fascinating at first. I also used this to help me with my petty crime. The cops were after me a lot. They knew my name. They always seemed to let me go, I guess they felt bad for me.

Just recently, I was found and invited to this Xavier intstitute thing. It was right after I had faught my way out of a situation with the police. I didn't really have anywhere to go, and I knew if something bad happened I could get out of it. So well, I said sure.

Ashiya Anne Mae's Story