"The more you talk the less interesting you become."
"I'm sorry, but right now I'm busy, do you think we could talk later?"
|Full Name|
Leslie Ashton Hans
|Nickname|
"I just like going by Leslie to people I don't really know, if we're close then it's a different story."
Lily || Ash || Ashton || Hans || Doll
Leslie isn't really into to nicknames really, he finds them for the most part unneeded and he actually likes his name, regardless if it's a little feminine. Though he doesn't really like nicknames he kind of likes being called Doll for a strange reason, he just likes the way it sounds, though he's not very open about that.
|Age|
"Only 20 years old and in my fifth year of college."
Twenty
|Birth Date|
June 4th, 1994
|Home Town|
Manhattan, New York
|Sexuality|
Sapisexual
|Studying|
Psychology Major
"My father is not a great man, he's far from it, certainly."
|Godly Parent|
Hades
|Power|
Being able to see the dead has caused somewhat of a toll on poor Leslie, though he would never let it be known. Calling on the dead isn't something that he normal does, he does not wish to call upon them, but tortured souls, the ones that have died in horrible or unjustified ways always find a way to him. The ability is something he really has no control over, though he really doesn't want to be able to control it. The dead come to him with problems, seeking answers and needing vengeance usually, and he helps them because if he doesn't they probably would never go away. Undoubtedly this is something is doesn't really control. Though he doesn't like them around him and in a way they creep him out he feels like they help him understand the ways humans function some, so in the future dealing with their pain could help him deal with patients. He tries to find the good in the ability as much as he can, but a huge downfall of them is that when to many come around him he finds it hard to breath which could lead him to pass out.
Aura reading is something else he can do, but this is something he's pretty good at and uses from time to time. An aura is kind of who a person is, so upon meeting new people he reads their auras to get an idea of who they are. Having this ability makes it hard for him to trust people, also another reason he has little friends. The ability itself never really causes him any harm, because when it is used it's in small doses and only from time to time, the only real damage it causes him is the ability to trust others.
|Strengths|
|| Playing The Piano || Playing Instruments || Speaking Different Languages: French, Spanish, Latin, and Greek || Being In Graveyards || Reading People Well || Being Around Good People || Learning Easily || Understanding People || Being Somewhat Social || Intelligence ||
|Weaknesses and Flaws|
|| Being Surrounded By The Dead || Being Surrounded By Bad People || His Pride || Thinking He's Better Than Others || Trust Issues || Lack Of Friends || Fainting When Overwhelmed || Takes Medication For: Sleeping Disorder and Anxiety || Has Anorexia Nervosa, Anxiety, Bulimia, Slight Depression, and Antisocial Tendency ||
"There's so many things out in the world that cause people pain, but the only thing to do is grow from it."
|Likes|
|| Piano || Instruments || Music || Writing' Playing Music || Poetry || History || Outdoors || Science || Magic || Reading || Studying || Swimming || Sunny Days || Snow || Magic Tricks || Exercising || Birds || Clouds || Justice || All A's Average || Cooking || Studying || Intelligence || Not Feeling Like The Smartest Person In The Room "Though that's never happened yet." || Being Friendly ||
|Dislikes|
|| Unfair People || Rude/Mean People || Failing || Unorganized Things || When People Try To Stand Up To Him Without Being Able To Back It Up || Seeing The Dead || Feeling Alone || Having So Many Disorders || Taking Medication || Therapy || Eating || Being Told What To Do || When People Play Music Wrong || Vain People ||
Hobbies|
Reading/Studying
"It's just what I do for a big some of my time, I mean knowledge is simply the key to life. In order to get the job I want I must study and study and study so I know how to do it properly. I don'y completely just do it because it's my job, I also find it enjoyable"
Playing Music
"I've been playing and writing music for a long time, it's kind of just part of me. Music is so gracefully and full of life, especially the piano, there's nothing that could ever compare to it. Music is like a part of my soul, though I don't always let people hear me play, I just don't like completely so casing what I do."
Exercising
"I use to be so huge, so unappealing, just awful to look at, though I wouldn't let that be known. So, to stay in shape I continue to work out, everyday, two hours a day, I have to stay in shape... I can't get that big again."
|Fears|
Taunted For To Long
"I was treated so badly so many years ago, no one knows that... not unless I've told them so. Anyways a small part of me fears that will happen again, though this time it wouldn't bother me as much."
Bumps In The Night
"The dead! They're not as terrifying as before, but still, I hate them, I hate them so very much! I can't stand them."
In Reach But Not Received
"I have so many plans and goals to reach, if I didn't reach them... maybe I would die."
|Secrets|
Disorders
"Anorexia Nervosa, Anxiety, Bulimia, Slight Depression, Antisocial from time to time, Random Panic Attacks sometimes, and I can't even sleep right! All of these things could used against me perhaps, so of course I wouldn't tell anyone unless I thought I could really trust them."
Almost Kissing Death
"At one point in my life I was weak, something I hate about myself very much and something I never want anyone to know... though sometimes I do wish to tell people my hardships, anyways I almost did kill myself, almost."
Those Weak Moments
"If anyone knew about the weakness I had faced a long time ago I think I could just lose it. I was fat, I was depressed, I was scared and sad and alone. I don't think I would want anyone to ever know these things. I was in therapy for so long and I had to see a psychologist for a while after my almost death experience, I just don't want people to know about my weak past."
"Pride is so easily misunderstood as vanity, an aspect I've never contained."
|Personality|
When someone first meets the young man with his head held high they'll automatically get the sense that he doesn't long to be bothered, conversed with, or even admired; that's not completely true. Mostly people are a thorn in the giants foot, but it doesn't mean he completely doesn't want to be bothered. Leslie has a set mind on life, to be an pyschologist, that will take about twelve years of his life away in schooling, therefore he dedicates a lot of his time to studying. There are more reason to his lack of speaking: people aren't as intelligent as him causing conversations to be less interesting, a lot of people are completely self obsorbed (which he can't stand), and he doesn't want to grow to attachd to anyone. Though Leslie seems to be more about his studies he tries his best to talk to other people when he can, being friendly is something he likes. Leslie normally just likes talking to a certain type of person: Leslie likes a stubborn person that knows exactly when to back down, undoubtably he's always in charge, always the smartest person in the room, and always gets the finally say, but still a small amount of head butting is good for his ego. Everyone he's around of course isn't this way, which is kind of irriating and stressful to him. If he's talking to someone and he never gets the conversation he wants he'll polietly excuse himself from the conversation.
He's also a very prideful man if not noticed, like he thinks he's Hades himself, though he doesn't always throw it in peoples faces. Leslie tries his best to be a gentlemen, so being rude and demanding praise is defiantly not the best thing to do. With his pride though he tries his best to showcase it without overdoing it. Like he'll never ask anyone for help or he'll never admit he's wrong or back down from a challenge. When he thinks someone is trying to out do him he shows him he's better, maybe because he usually is. He studies a lot, both in his major and his demigod training. He knows in order to be the best he most study his best, though he doesn't know exactly what his demigod abilities will amount to in the future, though the aura thing does come in handy. Being able to use his powers well does bring another level of ego to him, he never completely lets it go to his head. Even though he's prideful he knows when to back down; he wants a friend that can make him do so. In his most inner layer he's still the silent young man that never really knows how to hold a conversation with anyone. His face might say strong but his soul says otherwise now. His pride is something, but he still sometime feels like the lonely teen boy he use to be. Leslie is always the one that seems to be incharge, though he likes it he wished someone would overpower that, to him that's a sign of caring in a since. With him being so outcasted in his younger years for being such an awkward kid he's always afraid of ever getting to close to anyone, they could always hurt him like others use to do. His fears are something he'd never share with anyone, unless they were someone he'd really trust, AKA someone that could for once put him in his place.
Music though, he loves the piano dearly, being able to play causes him more joy then he'd ever share with most. With each passing note makes an outburst of emotions bloom inside of the silent gentleman type. Along with the piano he also likes other instruments like the harp, flute, and violin, but nothing could compare to the grand piano he has in his living room at his grandparents home. He also loves to learn new things, reading is his biggest passion. One way to undoubtfully make him dislike someone is if they were to horribly play the piano. Personally he feels like everyone who is well educated should know how to play at least one intrusment. A good way to get on his good side is by playing him music, something beautiful and soft. He may not like everyone, but if anyone ever asked him to teach them how to play an intrusment he'd help them in a heart beat. Since he loves to learn, on his free time he likes to tutor other students at kids. Not all the students like his help, but if they pay attention to him they can complish things and they can also notice how charming he is. Normally his flirtious side is very sudtle, very rarely is it completely noticeable. It may be something like he walks over to them and starts talking first, it just a pride thing to not be the first one to say a word. Leslie doesn't do relationships to often, but if he feels like there's a special connection he is having with someone he might flirt a little more openly if he thinks his feelings would be returned.
He's not one to upset easily, but annoyance is another. Annoying comes in so many different forms. There's the people that talk about useless information that's irrelevant, the random rainy days, dogs that won't stop barking, people that play wrong notes, and so many more things that's just life. These are just things he can't avoid, but avoid he does try with the things he can. Drama for insists, a thing he hates, a usual thing that he feels only the weak start. Weak., something he can't tolerate, only the strong prosper, though he tries to talk to everyone. Leslie's a little judgmental like most people are. He may talk to everyone, but he only always himself to be friends with people he feel are drama free, intelligant, strong willed, etc. He knows it's easier to pull someone down then being them up; he can't let others pull him down in life. Being a calm man he doesn't let all these irritations overwhelm him to the point of anger, but when it does he tries his best to hide it along with all his other emotions, but sometimes the dam breaks and his anger rushes out. Leslie has gotten so anger and overwhelmed that he has had panic attacks, and even sometimes faints from frustration. These are flaws he'd never tell anyone, mainly because they could be used against him.
"Some bad things happened to me, yet here I am living and stuff."
|History|
April Merry Hans, a lady that believed in love, but who never could find it seemed to live a pretty lonely life. The woman had been born and raised in Greece, Italy and who had just moved to New York a few months ago. To her she felt like New York would have been a new opportunity at love, but unfortunately for her it wasn't so. Every day the woman had prayed to the Goddess Aphrodite to find someone, but it seemed like it wasn't happening. The thought of it ever happening seemed to never come, but she never gave up hope. Four months after living in the state she had been kicked out of her apartment from the lack of money she had brought with her, but luckily for her there had been a knight in shining armor who had came to her rescue and allowed her to stay in his home in Upper Manhattan. April was a woman of pride who almost didn't take the offer, but she did give in, she knew she couldn't just stay on the streets. For a month the two lived together and she would sleep in his guest room. After that month he told her he had to leave, but she could stay as long as she needed. She stayed there for another year, waiting for him to return, though he hadn't she had received flowers and then occasional card from him. Within a year of being in the country her parents had come over seas and bought a house. Feeling lonely April moved in with them. Everything was normal for a while, but one faithful day he returned and they spent a lovely day together and that afternoon he told her why he had left and why he could probably never return to her again. Even if she didn't want to admit it she had fallen in love with him and she didn't want there last moment together to be forgettable, so she gave herself to him and nine moths later she had gained something that would never let her forget her first and only love.
Leslie was a spoiled child from both his mother and his grandfather. With his mom working at a pluming company and both his grandparents being retired doctors, it seemed like they had money to blow on the infant. As child his powers developed around the age of four, he was able to call the dead, the the power was very small and it was more like one person. The mans name had be Broxtin, he had died in a car accident near Leslie's home, and to everyone Broxtin was just an imaginary friend and for a while his only friend. It seemed like no one ever really liked Leslie, which led him to eat a lot, making him much heavier then the other kids. Being cold fat and chubby throughout his elementary and middle school years were hard, hard to the point that he wouldn't eat and when he did he would throw it up. Leslie was such an insecure child with only one friend that was around sometimes and who was dead. "You're better than this, you don't need to listen to what those other kids say!" When ever Leslie would make himself throw up Broxtin always used to make him stop, though he continued anyways. "Honey, I never see you eat anymore, is something wrong?" His mother cared and Leslie knew that, so for her he began to eat small meals, nothing fattening, so he became vegetarian and would only eat small meals at a time. When he noticed he was beginning to lose weight he always started to exercise as well. When kids noticed the weight loss his eighth grade year they still continued to tease, saying that he was probably throwing his food up and when ever he'd walk by them they'd always say they could smell the throw up on him. Through all those years he had been depressed, but it seemed like he just couldn't take it anymore. On January 16, 2007 he tried to kill himself by an overdose of sleeping pills, which he had to take everytime to sleep. Broxtin had begged him not to, but he did anyways. As Leslie went in and out of consciousness he could barely see Broxtin anymore, let alone hear him. To his dismay his mother had found him and rushed him to the hospital immediately and he was saved. After a few days in the hospital his mother decided to try her best to home school him and put him into therapy.
The therapy wasn't the along thing he needed after the attempt, he soon needed more help then that and started seeing a psychologist. After her almost died he started seeing more things, more people that were dead. The people usually looked me and furious, like they could kill him if they could. Some had missing limbs while others behaved madly. Sometimes the dead would leave him alone, but other times they would just randomly come to him in the middle of the night, waking him from his peaceful sleep. They would threaten him and try to grab at him; this was just so terrifying for him Some days he would wake up in the closet crying after a long night, the closet was always the place he would try to hide from them, though they always found them. From all them coming around he would suffer panic attacks and random black outs. Medication was given to him for almost everything the doctors knew he had, he was somewhat mentally ill. As time passed he grew use to the dead being around him and the fear subdued. Even though he stayed on medication he felt like crazy, he was growing use to everything, and from it he felt like he was growing stronger as a person.
As years passed so did the person Leslie use to be. Through home schooling Leslie realized that how he use to feel was so stupid, maybe because now he had dropped about 100 pounds, was fit, and really had no one to put him down. He grew pride over himself and learned how much potential he had in life; killing himself had just been a waste of time. His past had always left him fearing to ever get close to a person, because in the end they might judge him and try to hurt him, though would that be something new? After a year of homeschooling his mother randomly sat him down and started talking to him: "I've noticed you have never once asked about your father." "Why would I? He's an idiot that left us years ago." His comment had upset his mother, but she went on and told him who his father truly was and that there was a school that he could attend if he truly wanted to. He wasn't iffy at the thought at all, he knew that he would probably be better then most of the kids there anyways, while being home schooled he had skipped two grades, teaching himself wasn't very difficult at all, though he had always been intelligent. It wasn't before long that he moved at of his home and started attending twelfth grade at the age of fifteen. Making associates at the time seemed easier for him, he was taller then most of the kids and acted mature, which helped him blind in and with some of them being maturer he made few friends, but a few number he could actually trust.
|Other| Though his mother was born in Greece she was actually British, just like her parents, meaning Leslie has a British accident. He also has one blue eye (left) and one green (right).
|Theme Song|
Roar || Katy
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, your hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake your ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now
[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, the fire, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar
Now I'm floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, your hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake your ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready 'cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now
[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, the fire, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar
Roar-or, roar-or, roar-or
I got the eye of the tiger, the fire, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar