In this world, it's kill or be killed, hon.
Nickname:
Ash
Age:
16
Date of Birth:
I'm a Virgo, babe.
September 18th, 1997.
Gender
I'm going to pretend you did not just ask that.
Appearance:
Haven't you seen my face before?
Ashley has naturally blonde hair and naturally blonde highlights. Her eyes are light blue with a tint of silver and her smooth skin is slightly tanned. She is always wearing makeup and always finds a way to make her hair look 'fab', even without electricity for her flattening iron or curling iron. Ashley is always wearing the latest fashion. She wears what any average popular girl would wear, but she could only bring a small amount of her huge selection of clothing she has (which made her extremely upset). Ashley is often seen wearing this, with black and gray running shoes.
Personality:
Dear, I'm just being realistic.
Ashley often does things to show off. She grew up very popular in high school, and bullied everyone else 'lower' than her. So, from having a fake I.D. to get into parties and clubs, to flirting with boys of her age and older, she's become a good show off. She loves being the center of attention and loves being surrounded by people. Ashley is outgoing and doesn't care for speaking what's on her mind. She can be rude at times, but get to know her and she'll warm up more. Meaning, she'll insult you less and acknowledge you more. And as much as she hates to admit it, she would be completely lost without a good friend who's shoulder she can lean on. Ashley is definitely over-dramatic, and has a bad attitude. She's mature for her age, but is immature when it comes to how she treats others.
Skills:
- ~ Can aim a gun ~ My daddy taught me way before he was ripped apart.
- ~ Very seductive ~ Just 'cause I'm young, doesn't mean I'm completely innocent.
- ~ Amazing singer ~ I know this isn't really useful in this situation, I mean, I guess I can sing those ugly bastards to sleep...
- ~ Arguing ~ I hardly ever lose an argument, so back the hell off.
- ~ Guitar ~ I had to leave my guitar behind, it was too big. Pretty sad, but not as sad as this pathetic world I guess...
- ~ Older men ~ Here's a weakness I'm proud of.
- ~ Animals ~ I grew up around animals, seeing them get hurt, hurts me too.
- ~ Sweets ~ Ugh, I know. I need to stay skinny, guys don't like fat bitches.
- ~ Swearing problem ~ It's not like I say 'fuck' in every sentence...
- ~ Stealing ~ Well, that used to be a problem but now I can take whatever I want and it's called 'survival'.
History:
I'd rather not.
TBD.
Inventory:
I got the guns from the dead body of an officer, along with the bullets. The pocket knife is a family heirloom, from my now dead grandfather. Some supplies that help me live, personal items and uh, don't ask me how I got the machete.
Portable Makeup kit, Portable First-aid kit, Pocket Knife, Glock 22, Remington 870, Medium Supply of all the Required Bullets, Emergency Cans of Soup, Water Bottle, Mirror, Brush, Wallet, Tweezers, Camera, Accessories, Hygiene Supplies (including female hygiene supplies) and a Machete.