Role
Boy 3
Gender
Male
Power
Whenever he sneezes, something blows up.
Personality
Aston is somewhat of a cautious person. He's friendly, but he's also a bit paranoid. He takes a little time to get to know, and he easily feels comfortable about wherever he is, not necessarily who he'd with. He absolutely doesn't trust people who dont remember his name. Other then that he'd cheery, but can't show it very well. He's a little socially awkward, and he has trouble making friends sometimes. He tries really hard to be nice and say the right things, but it usually comes out wrong and offends someone. He doesn't really smile at all, but when he sees someone laughing he tries to join in by showing his teeth in an attempt to smile. On top of this he's extremely clumsy, and is always dropping things, knocking things off of tables, tripping over stuff, and then apologizing for it a billion times. He's very calm, unless he's scared you hate him. He may panic a bit, because he just wants people to like him. He gets very easily distracted, almost anything can entertain him. Also, he has a problem, he's an insomniac. He doesn't mind it though, and he usually only gets 4 or 5 hours of sleep at most. Maybe that's why he's so paranoid.
Going from that, any sudden movements or sounds may make him jump a bit, and he absolutely hates the toaster. The thing throws toast whenever it freaking feels like it! Who needs toasted bread anyway..
Brief Description
Ashton is very pale, and somewhat thin. He's 5'9", and is pretty weak. He looks somewhat delicate, and his porcelain skin and jet black hair doesn't help. His eyes are a dark foggy grey colour, and they usually look tired or sad. His blank stares, and normal expression at all times can sometimes mislead you of his mood, and you may get the wrong idea of how he is.
Skills
No skills really.. But he has learned to control his power sort of. He can sneeze on command, but he still can't control what he blows up. Also he sneezes just because of dust or allergies.
Likes
Any kind of children's toy
Candy
Balloons
Hammocks
Flowers
Dislikes
Being clumsy
Mean people
Awkward silences
Blowing things up
Toasters
Hex Code
#8B2323
Other
Skipped number 16
Superman - Joe Brooks
There are no words,
To paint a picture of you girl.
Your eyes and those curves,
Is like your from some other world.
You walking my way,
Oh God is so frustrating.
So why do I disappear,
When you come near,
It makes me feel so small.
Why do I blow my lies,
Most every time,
Like I've got no chance at all.
If I could your superman,
Flying to the stars,
And back again.
Cause every time you touch my hand,
And you feel my powers, running through your veins.
But I can only write this song,
And tell you, That I'm not that strong.
Cause I'm no superman,
I hope you like me as I am.
No it ain't no lie,
I have to tell you how I feel.
But each time that I try,
It gets a little more unreal.
You say my name,
Oh God I can't stop shaking.
So why do I disappear,
When you come near.
It makes me feel so small.
If I could read your mind,
Girl would I find,
Any trace of me at all.
If I could be your superman,
Flying to the stars,
And back again.
Cause every time you touch my hand,
You feel my powers, running through your veins.
Well I can only write this song,
And tell you that I'm not that strong.
Cause I'm no superman,
I hope you like me as I-I am, La la
If I could be your superman,
Flying to the stars,
And back again.
Cause every time you touch my hand,
You feel my powers, running through your veins.
Well I can only write this song,
And tell you that I'm not that strong.
Cause I'm no superman-an-an,
I hope you like me as I am.