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ASHER // ATHEA

Athea King had always been an object of fascination for the dashing young Slytherin; a girl whom he had spent absolutely no time with and yet had the ability to turn heads merely from the way she walked. She was the kind of girl that Asher thrived on winding up. An obvious target for his egotistical behaviour. He was most content in life when he was toying with the affections of students whom otherwise saw themselves as beyond his clutch. Everything to him was simply a way of boosting his already over-inflated self worth thus elevating him into a position of undeniable power, authority and respect.

And boy did people respect him, whether through fear or genuine admiration, that was not something many knew.

Darting his tongue across his lower lip, hungrily, he cocked his head, his gaze following the attractive girl as she set herself down on the Ravenclaw table, just inches behind himself, a rather smug grin setting about his chiselled features. Winking deviously towards his friends, he turned on the bench, levering himself onto his feet. Striding the few small steps between the two benches, he lowered himself down as he stood directly behind Athea King. Cocking his head, he extended a few fingers, pushing loose strands of her hair behind her head, dipping down, his lips mere inches from the soft skin just beneath her ear. A handsome smile settled upon his face, before he finally opened his lips, words escaping in nothing more than a deep hushed whisper, "mm, you were staring, King. Caught red handed".

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Asher Ryan Tait I 18 I Slytherin I TAKEN

— “Your father always tried to see the good side of people; to find the excuse. But sometimes there isn’t a good side. There isn’t an excuse.”

Born to wealthy pureblood parents, Asher Tait is the kind of man your parents warn you about. Bought up as one of three boys, he has always been provided with everything on a plate. He is used to the finest of everything and practically bleeds gold. Harbouring feelings of relentless anger and frustration, he was shunned as a child by his father, branded as the ‘runt of the litter’.

Henceforth, from the moment he stepped into the castle he knew exactly who he wanted to be. Desperate to avoid feelings of rejection, the highly intelligent young man set forth with a ruthless streak. Spiteful, manipulative and nasty, he has made almost as many enemies as he has friends but the two have one thing in common; undeniable respect for a man who is frightening the moment he escapes his family home. His innate intelligence allows him to approach others with bags of charisma and he is charming upon the face of things. What remains fact however is that he gets what he wants when he wants it and to those who cross him? May they understand what they’re doing.

Ruthless / Narcissistic / Manipulative / Womanising / Intelligent / Charismatic / Dangerous.

Face-Claim: Jeremy Irvine

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: 12.5” / Mahogany / Dragon Heartstring

Patronus: Python

Occupation: Student

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ASHER & AVERY

Breakfast was always a ravenous occasions for the intelligent young Slytherin who took the opportunity to not simply fill his plate with piles of sausages but to also gage the atmosphere and thus make a decision on how he would proceed to carry himself for the remainder of the day. Asher was devious, in every sense of the word, and he enjoyed being so. While others settled into their seats, tummy’s rumbling and outstretched arms and hands colliding as the platters filled themselves, food seemed to be the only real agenda on the minds of most. He, however, saw it merely as a need rather than a desire and focused his attentions instead upon those who had bothered to drag themselves out of bed that morning. Who could he wind up that morning? Who could he seduce later that evening? Who could he manipulate? Who could he upset? So many endless possibilities. Avery Ni Sionnach was exactly the kind of possibility he felt he could answer all those questions with. Most importantly, she was a reason for him to caress his own bulging ego.

Asher was impressed by the hearing ability that Avery apparently possessed as she perked up the moment she heard her name slip past his soft lips. Ears like a bat, that was for sure. He absolutely adored any given opportunity to wind up the girl whom had certainly taken a dislike to him. For other students, to not be liked was a huge problem. Nobody enjoyed the belief that they were a distasteful thought to another. Asher on the other hand, revelled in it. He adored any given opportunity to flex his self-proclaimed superiority and frustrate those who found him both highly arrogant and highly irritating. She was an easy target, it was that simple.

“Ahh-“ he hissed, a smirk forming on his face as he swivelled upon the bench, long muscular legs swinging over the bench, as he sat back, pressing his elbows against the worktop, “mio amore, how nice of you to join me”. Nipping at his lower lip with his teeth, he lifted himself into a greater seating position, extending his long fingers and curling them delicately across her slender waist. He knew how much she hated it but it only fuelled his desire to notch up the torment. “Were you missing me as much as I was missing you?” he winked before standing himself up, his tall frame reaching above her, and his gaze dropping to match her own.

averynisionnach

ASHER & OWEN

Striding down the busy corridors, Asher Tait barked angrily at all those with the nerve to stand in his way. Young, more vulnerable students scattered in all directions at the sight of the handsome seventh year Slytherin who had a habit of making his presence known. You could almost smell the arrogance on the boy as he made sure everyone was completely at home with the idea of just who not to cross within the four walls of the picturesque castle.

From the moment Asher had stepped across the threshold and onto the territory he now strategically marked, he had been determined to assert a new found dominance. He was not prepared to spend his school years as a target for those whom he felt threatened by. In fact, to feel threatened was simply unacceptable. As years passed, the devious Slytherin grew, in every way. Shooting up to a daunting 6”1 but retaining all the qualities that were commonly associated with the Death Eater movement which had been largely tame in the years succeeding the great wizarding war. Over time, people had simply grown to accept that to upset Asher was to spell the beginning of a dangerous route, and it was scarcely the case that he did not ensure that such people suffered.

Whether through fear, or simple acceptance of his position, the younger students worshipped the ground that he walked on, showing him ample respect, something of which had certainly not gone unnoticed by him. He knew that he could get just about anything he wanted whenever he so desired. He was manipulative, cold and ruthless and was fully prepared to take advantage of his situation, and he so often did so.

Bounding, in a surprisingly energetic manner through the Great Hall, he sought only the company of one other at such a time. Asher Tait and Owen Page were a fearful pair at most, but their friendship with one another had always been inevitable. Owen was the kind of guy whom commanded respect, much like himself, by students of all ages and Asher had felt equally as compelled to give him that respect. He enjoyed his company, that much was obvious and found himself capable of causing trouble to strikingly more enjoyable levels when accompanied by his fellow student. Content at the sight of his friend, he headed towards him, "Owen, I swear to fucking God. Where have you been?" he yelled across the hall with little care for those around them. "You've fucking missed out, let me tell you".

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ASHER & ATHEA

Striding down the busy corridors, Asher Tait barked angrily at all those with the nerve to stand in his way. Young, more vulnerable students scattered in all directions at the sight of the handsome seventh year Slytherin who had a habit of making his presence known. You could almost smell the arrogance on the boy as he made sure everyone was completely at home with the idea of just who not to cross within the four walls of the picturesque castle.

From the moment Asher had stepped across the threshold and onto the territory he now strategically marked, he had been determined to assert a new found dominance. He was not prepared to spend his school years as a target for those whom he felt threatened by. In fact, to feel threatened was simply unacceptable. As years passed, the devious Slytherin grew, in every way. Shooting up to a daunting 6”1 but retaining all the qualities that were commonly associated with the Death Eater movement which had been largely tame in the years succeeding the great wizarding war. Over time, people had simply grown to accept that to upset Asher was to spell the beginning of a dangerous route, and it was scarcely the case that he did not ensure that such people suffered.

Whether through fear, or simple acceptance of his position, the younger students worshipped the ground that he walked on, showing him ample respect, something of which had certainly not gone unnoticed by him. He knew that he could get just about anything he wanted whenever he so desired. He was manipulative, cold and ruthless and was fully prepared to take advantage of his situation.

As the handsome man settled into his usual, undisturbed seat upon the Slytherin bench, he seemed surprisingly content in comparison to most days. Asher was strikingly temperamental but his expressive facial features did at least provide others with a slight indication as to how he felt that day. He looked calm, more so than he had in weeks, his features soft and youthful, a rather cheeky smile pressed upon his face. Tapping his long fingers across the wooden bench, he resembled an accomplished pianist, as his gaze skated across the room, seeking some energy within what seemed an otherwise lethargic Great Hall. Banging his fist into his chest, Asher croaked loudly enough as to alert those around him that he was about to talk. As his friends fell silent, he smiled softly, his lips opening, words escaping in a hushed but husky tone, "what do you know about that King girl?". His knowledge of Athea King was limited, but he had heard she was more trouble than she was worth. Exactly the kind of trouble that evoked a sense of determination from the handsome young man. Oh, how he liked trouble.

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ASHER & AVERY

Striding down the busy corridors, Asher Tait barked angrily at all those with the nerve to stand in his way. Young, more vulnerable students scattered in all directions at the sight of the handsome seventh year Slytherin who had a habit of making his presence known. You could almost smell the arrogance on the boy as he made sure everyone was completely at home with the idea of just who not to cross within the four walls of the picturesque castle.

From the moment Asher had stepped across the threshold and onto the territory he now strategically marked, he had been determined to assert a new found dominance. He was not prepared to spend his school years as a target for those whom he felt threatened by. In fact, to feel threatened was simply unacceptable. As years passed, the devious Slytherin grew, in every way. Shooting up to a daunting 6”1 but retaining all the qualities that were commonly associated with the Death Eater movement which had been largely tame in the years succeeding the great wizarding war. Over time, people had simply grown to accept that to upset Asher was to spell the beginning of a dangerous route, and it was scarcely the case that he did not ensure that such people suffered.

Whether through fear, or simple acceptance of his position, the younger students worshipped the ground that he walked on, showing him ample respect, something of which had certainly not gone unnoticed by him. He knew that he could get just about anything he wanted whenever he so desired. He was manipulative, cold and ruthless and was fully prepared to take advantage of his situation.

As the handsome man settled into his usual, undisturbed seat upon the Slytherin bench, he seemed surprisingly content in comparison to most days. Asher was strikingly temperamental but his expressive facial features did at least provide others with a slight indication as to how he felt that day. He looked calm, more so than he had in weeks, his features soft and youthful, a rather cheeky smile pressed upon his face. Tapping his long fingers across the wooden bench, he resembled an accomplished pianist, as his gaze skated across the room, seeking some energy within what seemed an otherwise lethargic Great Hall. Banging his fist into his chest, Asher croaked, clearing his throat loudly enough as to alert those around him to his intention of speaking. “Have any of you seen that Ni Sionnach girl around here, today?”. His voice was deep, the shift from boyhood to young adulthood prevalent in the husky undertone in which he spoke. Avery Ni Sionnach had fast become the object of his amusement, a woman who presented him with all the challenges he needed.

averynisionnach

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Starters for Avery & Owen.

gabriellerowle-deactivated20200

If you want to set up a storyline, reblog this (or message me) and lets get the ball rolling ;D

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I volunteer. I think I might have messaged you anyway, but I can’t remember.

gabriellerowle-deactivated20200

You did :3 and I did...

Okay, well Asher is a Slytherin - Ruthless, arrogant, spiteful and manipulative. He is a womaniser. Abusive. All round arsehole basically - very charming though.