Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers
Name]
Asher John Flattington-Chattaway
Physical Age]
16
Mental Age]
16
Actual Age]
19
Height]
5'9" five feet & nine inches
Hair]
Red
Eye]
Also red
Likes]
Music || Writing || Computers ||
Books || Donuts || Watching Hockey
Dislikes]
Dollar stores || Cats || Yo-yo's ||
Playing sports || Hot chocolate || Heavy Metal
Looking back at sunsets on the East side
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things sat by so carelessly
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things sat by so carelessly
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
[Basic Personality]
Asher likes to have fun. That... well, that pretty much sums the boy up. Of course, the fact that he died three years ago occasionally rains on his parade, but that's when umbrella's come in handy.
He has a creative mind and once liked to jot down all his thoughts on paper. When he was alive, Asher aspired to become a professional author, bringing all the stories that he wrote to life on actual pages instead of on the back of math homework.
However, in recent times he hasn't been as enthusiastic with his dream as he had been before. Although killing off characters and creating new ones is still enjoyable and all, the boy doesn't find it quite as fun.
Random outbursts aren't unusual for him, as normally Asher has about twenty things running around in his head, and rather unhelpfully he tends to like to hear himself talk more than he likes to listen. Honestly, the kid could be able to go on for hours with him talking about one subject. Of course, he'd drag it on, exaggerate details, and make up a few facts on the spot just to keep things going, but no doubt he'd be able to do it. He likes his voice, definitely, but he also likes it when the people around him listen. However, what he fails to understand is that if he keeps having one sided conversations, there's going to be a point where the person on the other end stops trying to talk back.
In life, his parents raised him well and most of the time Asher does have good mannerisms. It's true that he will get bored easily and will rush off to something more interesting, and it's also true that he doesn't have an impressive memory, and it's also true that. . .
It's much easier just to say that Asher has the attention span of a walnut.
Still, he's proven in the past to be a good friend to those who don't mind him. Knowing first hand what being back stabbed feels like, loyalty is important to him and the friendships he makes in the Black are ones that he intends to keep.
Positive Traits] Cheerful || Energetic || Trusting || Friendly || Talkative
Negative Traits] Impulsive || Unreliable || Impatient || Gullible
Fears/Weaknesses] Hydrophobia - fear of water
Acrophobia - fear of heights
Kenophobia - fear of voids or empty spaces
Asher likes to have fun. That... well, that pretty much sums the boy up. Of course, the fact that he died three years ago occasionally rains on his parade, but that's when umbrella's come in handy.
He has a creative mind and once liked to jot down all his thoughts on paper. When he was alive, Asher aspired to become a professional author, bringing all the stories that he wrote to life on actual pages instead of on the back of math homework.
However, in recent times he hasn't been as enthusiastic with his dream as he had been before. Although killing off characters and creating new ones is still enjoyable and all, the boy doesn't find it quite as fun.
Random outbursts aren't unusual for him, as normally Asher has about twenty things running around in his head, and rather unhelpfully he tends to like to hear himself talk more than he likes to listen. Honestly, the kid could be able to go on for hours with him talking about one subject. Of course, he'd drag it on, exaggerate details, and make up a few facts on the spot just to keep things going, but no doubt he'd be able to do it. He likes his voice, definitely, but he also likes it when the people around him listen. However, what he fails to understand is that if he keeps having one sided conversations, there's going to be a point where the person on the other end stops trying to talk back.
In life, his parents raised him well and most of the time Asher does have good mannerisms. It's true that he will get bored easily and will rush off to something more interesting, and it's also true that he doesn't have an impressive memory, and it's also true that. . .
It's much easier just to say that Asher has the attention span of a walnut.
Still, he's proven in the past to be a good friend to those who don't mind him. Knowing first hand what being back stabbed feels like, loyalty is important to him and the friendships he makes in the Black are ones that he intends to keep.
Positive Traits] Cheerful || Energetic || Trusting || Friendly || Talkative
Negative Traits] Impulsive || Unreliable || Impatient || Gullible
Fears/Weaknesses] Hydrophobia - fear of water
Acrophobia - fear of heights
Kenophobia - fear of voids or empty spaces
And someone is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
[History]
Son of Bianca Flattington and Ronald Chattaway, Asher was 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, and always Asher was stuck doing something he didn't want to.
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. And miserably, at that. C-'s weren't anything to brag about, 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, Asher had gone screwed it all up. How? He lied and said he knew how to swim.
Water tubing isn't the most heroic way to die. Constantly after the incident Asher had wished that he could have went because of something more memorable, or at least because of something that was less terrifying. Cut off from air and no one being able to hear you call for them? No thanks! Asher would have taken a bullet or been run over before he'd ever choose to drown. Still, nothing ever stopped him from sinking further and further into the lake.
The worst part about his little death experience, though, was that Asher didn't see any lights at the end of the tunnel. That's what everyone who died and came back to life claimed seeing, but for Asher it was as if darkness had swallowed him. It could have been like that for days or months for all he knew, time didn't mean a thing. Then, almost as if magically, he opened his eyes to find himself outside his house in Stony Brook. The only major difference was that everyone else in town was dead... including him.
Out of all of this, Asher remembers his life as if it had no problems. He hadn't been bullied in elementary school, his brothers hadn't pretended he was invisible for three months, and he certainly had more than two friends who didn't end up abandoning him. Maybe it's just that when people die, it's easier looking back on their lives as if they didn't totally suck.
