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Reading the newspaper, Asher sighed. The world was always filled with a lack of tolerance, a distaste for the unfamiliar. Back in his day, he had experienced a small taste of that hate. When the Japanese were segregated, left to the camps. He'd seen it all. "I-islamphobia..." He mumbled, tossing the paper on the table. "P-people will n-never ch-change..."

#misguidedstarter

"'M not r-really up for s-seeing anyone at the m-moment.." He mumbled, taking another pull from his cigarette. "And the c-counselor isn't i-in either... But I c-can p-pass a m-m-message if you'd l-like..."

#misguidedstarter

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Its been a long year Since we last spoke Hows your halo? Just between you and I You and me and the satellites

#about me;#misguidedaboutme

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Asher Carter ‖ 22 ‖ Returned ‖ FC: Luke Pasqualino ‖ TAKEN OC

________________ AUTOPSY REPORT ________________

CAUSE OF DEATH: Suicide

Date of Death: November 22, 1953

All his life, Asher had been the subsequent victim of abuse. If it wasn’t physical from his father, it was emotional and mental from his mother. And nothing ever seemed to balance out. From a young age, he was told nothing he did was right, and that he was nothing more than a mistake. When that was over, he was beaten simply for being in the wrong part of the house at the wrong time.

As if that wasn’t enough, it was seldom that he was let out for anything other than school and family gatherings. It was at these times that he was kept well groomed and complacent, all the best teachers, all the best clothes, all the best of everything. But it made up for nothing once the doors shut, and the outside world left him in the hands of his tormentors.

Life granted him a blessing and a curse in the form of an eidetic memory. While this proved to be exceedingly helpful as far as his schooling went, it was dreadful that he was able to recall in complete detail everything his parents bestowed unto him. One night, however, everything came to a head when his father shot his mother, claiming the wench had done nothing but ruin his life. And then turned the gun upon himself, right as Asher walked in from school. He could tell you in exact detail just how the blood specked the walls.

Plauged with the memory of that moment, Asher was left to his own devices, being 18 and a fully capable, brilliant young mind. But with lack of social skills, and his father blowing his own head off in constant replay, the young man slowly drifted into a dark place in his mind. No one to comfort him from this, one night he decided enough was enough and sliced his arm open from wrist to the middle of his arm. The maid found him later that night, in a pool of his own blood. Causing quite a stir.

Date of Return: July 4th, 2008

When Asher returned, he was all too aware of what had happened to him as he began wandering around the streets of the town he barely knew, though he’d lived there all of his life. And since most of his family had disperesed not long after his mother and father offed themselves, there was no one left in Bentley that would or could recognize him. None the less, he remained hidden from most everyone’s eyes. He sat back, watched the world pass as he simply remained. It wasn’t until the late 2000’s when he found it safe to show himself, posing as a guidance counselor’s assistant at the local high school, helping teens and young adults with depression. He has himself well composed, even though he still heavily suffers from PTSD as well as depression. But he found that helping others has helped him only begin to cope with what his life once was and what it used to be. The only thing that remains from his human life, aside from his scar, is a small stutter he does his very best to control.

#about me;

"They are v-very p-pretty... Especially w-with dual c-colored p-p-paper." Asher managed to stutter out. "W-would you like to learn?" He asked, offering up a piece of paper. "M-maybe another technique b-b-besides the br-breathing."

#c:#c: joel #joel01

Asher smiled back at the other man, happy to find someone to appreciate it. "Yes... it i-is." He said quietly. "Just watch a m-moment. Perhaps y-you can t-teach someone t-t-to." Another small grin finds his face as he pulls out a fresh piece, moving aside so the other can observe. Slowly, he folds piece after piece to construct one more crane in his hands. "V-Voila."

#c:#c: rowan #rowan01

He gave a light chuckle at her compliment and met her gaze. "It's alright t-to s-s-stare... At l-least it's not b-b-because of th-th..." He cut himself short, huffing in slight frustration. "B-because of my sp-sppech." Once that was out of the way and he was finished, he handed her the swan. "For y-you... Perhaps y-you know s-s-someone who n-needs it m-more than I..." He offered with a small smile. "Asher C-Carter." He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

#c:#c: ana #ana01

Every person in this town, as of late, was unfortunately too observant of his ticks and mishaps of speech. "J-just fine, s-s-sir." He stammered out. "C-can't fight it. Old i-issue... B-been this way s-s-since I was y-young."

#c:#c: gabriel #gabriel01

On that regard, unfortunately, she was right. He didn't meet the girl's gaze as he continued folding his paper. "Q-quite right." He lifted a brow. "W-was there s-something you n-needed? Are you a s-s-student?"

#c:#c: isabella #isabella01

There was peace, in this moment. Hands intricately folded the paper over and over again, something he'd memorized how to do what felt like eons ago. "It's a s-s-s-ign for p-peace..." He murmured to the onlooker staring at the little crane he crafted. "I t-try to t-teach some of the s-s-students how to d-do it. Helps b-bring p-people down from an anxiety at-tack.."

#misguidedstarter #mgstarter

He remembered a time where the residents of Bentley were extra cautious. Superstitious. It was amazing how much nothing really changed in decades. "I s-s-suppose." He murmured. "The more the adults w-worry, the m-more the kids want to r-r-rebel though..." He mused rubbing his forehead. Assisting at the school caused him grief sometimes, worrying for the students that came in and out of the office. "I g-guess that's j-just how it'll always be though... P-pardon my rambling..."

#c:#c: wynne #wynne

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He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. "Y-yes... I'm alr-right." He murmured. "J-just lost in m-my thoughts... I'm r-right.." He offered, averting his gaze for a moment. He was used to going unnoticed in town. Keeping the lowest profile. If people recognized him, they'd want to get close. Despite how much he missed people sometimes, it was better to remain introverted, off the charts. "S-s-sorry about the m-miss thing... It's a m-matter of r-respect my m-mother ingrained in m-me."

#c:#c: gail #gail01

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Anya was only a few drinks away from being completely, passed out, vomit on the walls, drunk. She hadn’t intended to get so wasted, but strangers kept shouting her free shots, and she wasn’t one to deny free alcohol. She’d been having a lot of fun, letting loose for the first time in a long time, and she didn’t hate the idea of one night off from being her typical worried self. Her magic was blocked when she drank, so it was nice to just feel like a normal 24 year old. Though if she really thought about it, she’d realise that she was at a bar by herself, drinking alone, despite being surrounded by people. She danced her way over to someone and, without even letting herself register if she knew the person, She pulled them to her. “We’re dancing.” She demanded, a smile on her face.

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When she pulled him close, almost immeadiately, Asher's face turned twenty types of red. "D-d-dancing?" He murmured. Why on earth had he come here? Sure, a drink would've been nice, but now he was being pulled directly into the center of the dance floor, the middle of way too many people. Despite the girl grabbing him being unbelievably beautiful, Asher felt like she was an angel pulling him into the middle of his own personal nightmare. "I have t-two left f-f-feet..." He mumbled.

#c:#c: anya #anya01

As she brushed him off, Asher blinked a few times. Naturally, he took a step back. "'M s-sorry... D-d-didn't mean to b-bother you." Because that stutter wasn't bothersome at all, no. He mentally chastised himself as he went to turn. "M-my apologies."

#c:#c: lucy #lucy01

The way she spoke, so vintage, made him smile. It had been a long time since Asher had heard anyone speak like that, but he merely gave her a small and genuine smile. "Absolutely." He replied, nodding. He cleared his throat and bowed his head. "My m-manners have esc-caped me. Asher. Asher C-carter." He stammered out, offering his hand. "The m-movie is r-rather splendid. High D-definition t-technicolor, in fact."