Ashleigh Maxwell
"One kills a man, one is an assassin;
One kills millions, one is a conqueror;
One kills everybody, one is a god."
-Jean Rostand
name: Ashleigh Maxwell
nickname: Ash
age: 28
birthday: 29 September
sexual orientation: Straight
astrological sign: Libra
likes:
personality:
Having a somewhat clouded vision of justice, she means well.
Because of this, she's head strong in her convictions and will
do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.
Regardless of her age she acts quite childish,
a defense mechanism used to typically hide her true feelings.
eyes: Blue hazel
hair: Burgundy
height: 5'4"
weight: 112 lbs
clothing style:
Anything that is comfortable to move in, typically combat gear with a tank top.
When not working usually stays casual with a shirt and jeans.
Everything, if not most, is red.
distinguishing features:
A black tattoo on her left upper shoulder.
ancestry;
parents & relationship:
Zelurian - Father and current leader of the Ryotin demon tribe. Beyond that nothing is known.
Audri Rosenthal - Mother, human. Deceased.
Sirius Sidorov: Adoptive father. Raised her from an early age to be an assassin.
siblings & relationship:
Rukira - Half sister on her father's side. Was sent to be a 'guard dog'.
Evelyn Grave - Sisters in the emotional sense. May be lesbo for each other, secretly.
Ken Duste - Best friend growing up, she considers him as a brother.
random facts:
She's half-demon. Something that's not only taboo, but is grounds for death.
To protect herself, she pretends to be human until she's comfortable with her
company.
She's capable of "copying" others abilities, talents, or movements.
She generally keeps a small diary with her to record events.
history:
Born to that of a human and demon, her very existence was an abomination. At childbirth, her own
mother died to the overbearing strain on her body. With her passing, the infant's father withdrew himself
to his room closing out the grim and cruel world. The child was named Sarette, and as she grew in his tiny little enclosed
box, her father knew it he could only hold onto her before she was found. Not only would he lose his position as the
tribe's leader, but she would be killed. That last remaining string of life he had left of his lover, that was something he could
never give up.
Four years passed in the small room. Leading a very sheltered life, Sarette was bored of this world. At times he would leave
her without reason and she sat in the darkness waiting for the sun in her life to return. Her father was a caring man, even
though it felt like he tied his leash often. Maybe her favorite part of him was his long blonde hair. It cascaded down like
a river of light, something that kept her bound to this tiny world. But, even children grew tired of the same thing. She wanted
to see the world beyond; what lay behind those vast doors? Was it a gateway to another room- or even more then that?
One night, as her father tucked her in bed and read her a story just like every night, she interrupted his tale.
"Father, what's beyond those doors?"
She asked curiously enough. Every event starts with a question in mind, its when it takes action that there's a conflict.
Her father knew this, not only that she would eventually wish to break away, but that she might do so on her own.
He had prepared for this, as much as it weighed on his heart. She had to be let go before she was found.
Holding her close in a tight embrace, the remedial book fell to the ground with a light tap. Sarette closed her eyes in peace,
she would ask him again... later. Now, the overwhelmingly soft feeling urged her to sleep.
As she awoke, eyes fluttered open to pools of blue. She couldn't compare it to anything, the color was unfamiliar to her.
Reaching a small hand out, it froze as it touched stone cold skin. Withdrawing in fear, she hesitated as her eyes slowly
focused on to that of a young man. His hair was the same.. same as something she was not quite able to grasp. Opening her
mouth in question, the man spoke first. It sounded foreign, she wasn't able to place it, but at least she understood him.
"Good morning, Ash."
Ash? That must be what her name was. Sitting up she looked to the soft yellow locks framing the younger man's face.
"Dad..?" Her voice trailed, confusion in her tone. He responded with a soft chuckle and assured her of his position.
She couldn't remember much, not even her own age, but she felt accepting enough. Taking her hand in his, this
uncanny familiar man took her into his life and raised her.
As she grew older, he remained the same. Raising her to learn all that he knew: How to survive, how to kill.
She even kept a small journal with her to write down memories, for she seemed to forget them in small blocks.
Twenty five years have passed since Sirius found his new toy. The two now run a bounty hunter service with the help
of Evelyn and Ken. Her childhood now something of a blur, she continues forward regardless.
One kills millions, one is a conqueror;
One kills everybody, one is a god."
-Jean Rostand
name: Ashleigh Maxwell
nickname: Ash
age: 28
birthday: 29 September
sexual orientation: Straight
astrological sign: Libra
likes:
- Food
- Weapons
- Snow
- Heights
- Games
- Spiders
- People louder then her
- Horror
- Werewolves
- Being teased about her height
- Delrith, Delrith, Delrith.
- Bites on her cheek
- Toys with her hair constantly
- Sleeps/eats too much
- Combat training
- Secretly collecting 'cute' related things
personality:
Having a somewhat clouded vision of justice, she means well.
Because of this, she's head strong in her convictions and will
do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.
Regardless of her age she acts quite childish,
a defense mechanism used to typically hide her true feelings.
eyes: Blue hazel
hair: Burgundy
height: 5'4"
weight: 112 lbs
clothing style:
Anything that is comfortable to move in, typically combat gear with a tank top.
When not working usually stays casual with a shirt and jeans.
Everything, if not most, is red.
distinguishing features:
A black tattoo on her left upper shoulder.
ancestry;
parents & relationship:
Zelurian - Father and current leader of the Ryotin demon tribe. Beyond that nothing is known.
Audri Rosenthal - Mother, human. Deceased.
Sirius Sidorov: Adoptive father. Raised her from an early age to be an assassin.
siblings & relationship:
Rukira - Half sister on her father's side. Was sent to be a 'guard dog'.
Evelyn Grave - Sisters in the emotional sense. May be lesbo for each other, secretly.
Ken Duste - Best friend growing up, she considers him as a brother.
random facts:
She's half-demon. Something that's not only taboo, but is grounds for death.
To protect herself, she pretends to be human until she's comfortable with her
company.
She's capable of "copying" others abilities, talents, or movements.
She generally keeps a small diary with her to record events.
history:
Born to that of a human and demon, her very existence was an abomination. At childbirth, her own
mother died to the overbearing strain on her body. With her passing, the infant's father withdrew himself
to his room closing out the grim and cruel world. The child was named Sarette, and as she grew in his tiny little enclosed
box, her father knew it he could only hold onto her before she was found. Not only would he lose his position as the
tribe's leader, but she would be killed. That last remaining string of life he had left of his lover, that was something he could
never give up.
Four years passed in the small room. Leading a very sheltered life, Sarette was bored of this world. At times he would leave
her without reason and she sat in the darkness waiting for the sun in her life to return. Her father was a caring man, even
though it felt like he tied his leash often. Maybe her favorite part of him was his long blonde hair. It cascaded down like
a river of light, something that kept her bound to this tiny world. But, even children grew tired of the same thing. She wanted
to see the world beyond; what lay behind those vast doors? Was it a gateway to another room- or even more then that?
One night, as her father tucked her in bed and read her a story just like every night, she interrupted his tale.
"Father, what's beyond those doors?"
She asked curiously enough. Every event starts with a question in mind, its when it takes action that there's a conflict.
Her father knew this, not only that she would eventually wish to break away, but that she might do so on her own.
He had prepared for this, as much as it weighed on his heart. She had to be let go before she was found.
Holding her close in a tight embrace, the remedial book fell to the ground with a light tap. Sarette closed her eyes in peace,
she would ask him again... later. Now, the overwhelmingly soft feeling urged her to sleep.
As she awoke, eyes fluttered open to pools of blue. She couldn't compare it to anything, the color was unfamiliar to her.
Reaching a small hand out, it froze as it touched stone cold skin. Withdrawing in fear, she hesitated as her eyes slowly
focused on to that of a young man. His hair was the same.. same as something she was not quite able to grasp. Opening her
mouth in question, the man spoke first. It sounded foreign, she wasn't able to place it, but at least she understood him.
"Good morning, Ash."
Ash? That must be what her name was. Sitting up she looked to the soft yellow locks framing the younger man's face.
"Dad..?" Her voice trailed, confusion in her tone. He responded with a soft chuckle and assured her of his position.
She couldn't remember much, not even her own age, but she felt accepting enough. Taking her hand in his, this
uncanny familiar man took her into his life and raised her.
As she grew older, he remained the same. Raising her to learn all that he knew: How to survive, how to kill.
She even kept a small journal with her to write down memories, for she seemed to forget them in small blocks.
Twenty five years have passed since Sirius found his new toy. The two now run a bounty hunter service with the help
of Evelyn and Ken. Her childhood now something of a blur, she continues forward regardless.