Asher Chattaway

Asher John Flattington-Chattaway || "Asher" || 16 || Male || Heterosexual || Human
"Violets are blue, daisies are white,
sadly I can't rhyme well, but I like the color... uh, red."
Basics

Name: Asher John Flattington-Chattaway Better known as just Asher Chattaway
Nickname: Asher Occasionally Ash
Gender: Male
Birth date: January 19th, 1999 Sixteen years old
Height: 5'9" Five five and nine inches
Weight: 149lbs
Likes: Music || Writing || Computers || Books ||
Seashells || Pasta || Vanilla Smoothies || Dogs ||
Watching Hockey || Donuts
Dislikes: Playing Sports || Heavy Metal || Dollar Stores ||
Yo-Yo's || The Fact That His Name Is Incredibly Long ||
Cats || The Color Yellow || Blueberries || Hot Chocolate ||
Being Lonely
Extra: N/A

He has a creative mind and likes to jot down his thoughts on paper, which later become part of all the stories that he writes. However, to continue with his passion for creating characters, killing them off, and then making new and better ones, he needs to keep his imagination active and fresh.
A good author is nor boring or predictable, and Asher is definitely neither of those. Between his random phases and interest in pretty much everything, Asher is known to be quite... odd at times.
Don't mistake the boy for an idiot, though, because you can bet that he's not. Although he may not be a star pupil in any subject besides writing, Asher is brilliant in his own way.
With that said, back to his actual personality. He likes to play memory games and laying on the grass while pretending that the clouds are cotton candy. He likes visiting the aquarium because he's interested in other life forms, and if he ever visits a zoo he'll probably go nuts with excitement.
Along with living a life lead by adventure, Asher has good mannerisms thanks to his parents. He's often polite and most likely won't interrupt one when talking, and he'll never turn down a request for help.
He's a good friend to those who don't mind him, and he's someone who's outlook on life is viewed from the eyes of a child.

Son of Bianca Flattington and Ronald Chattaway, Asher is the fourth born and youngest child in the Flattington-Chattaway family.
His brothers Argus, Logan, and Matt, were never really his friends throughout his childhood, so Asher usually found himself watching late-night hockey with his father or having drawing contests with his mother. He didn't mind spending time with his parents, they would let him stay up past midnight and listen to him talk, but only losers were buds with their mom and dad.
Asher felt like the biggest loser of all.
Between his three brothers, though, Asher always felt like it was a competition to see who was better. Argus had always been the best at athletics, Logan never brought home a report card that didn't have perfect marks on it, and Matt was the star when it came to music.
As for Asher? No brother cared about his rambles when it came to storytelling. He was simply a bore, a waste of their time.
School wise, Asher didn't do so hot either. Drawing on the desks, not paying attention in class, writing way too much when the page only asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. There were so many better things to do than sit and work all day!
Anything creative, though, that's what Asher liked, yet he still couldn't do it right. The problem wasn't him, however. It was his teachers. He didn't want to write about what they wanted, he wanted to create stories and plots and characters that he wanted. Restrictions to the mind weren't fun, it was like a ball and chain were always dragging him down.
High school was when things for the boy began to advance. He was given freedom in his work, only having to follow the basic outline but otherwise doing whatever he wanted with the make-believe people living through the pages.
Math, science, P.E. and any other subject, Asher still sucked at those, but at least he had one thing he could do right for once.
And then, just weeks after he became the editor of the school's newspaper and head of the writing club, he woke up to... no one.
Theme Song

Tv on the Radio - Dancing Choose
He's a what?
He's a what?
He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas
From a newspaper stand;
From his boots to his pants
To his comments and his rants
He knows that any little article will do!
Though he expresses some confusion
'Bout his part in the plan,
And he can't understand
That he's not in command;
The decisions underwritten
By the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for
His weimariner too . . .