Ashlyn Boedane

[kiolie]

<Ashlyn Boedane>

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Full Name- Ashlyn Marie Boedane
Nicknames- Ash, Ashen
Gender- Female
Occupation- Unemployed
Age- 16
Date of Birth- June 17, 1995
Sexual Orientation- heterosexual
Location- Brooklyn, New York
Faction- Civilian
Celebrity Claim- Emma Watson
What should we call you?- Screen Name
Play anyone else?- Nope.
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out.

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Personality- Strong willed and kind hearted. Those are the best words to describe Ash. She doesn't care what people call her. She loves what she loves. Like Dancing. Even though things are crazy now adays, that doesn't stop her from dancing. She always keeps her spirit up, and that makes everyone else feel better. She can shoot a zombie without even flinching. But it saddens her to think the
zombies she is killing are the people she use to knew. But she knows if she doesn't kill them, she would be dead. So she shoots them anyway.And that is what keeps her going. What makes her human. Her heart. Which is her best feature.

Ash is the kind of girl you can go to if you need comfort. She wont judge you, she will just listen. And that is what makes her such a good friend. You can rant and she will just nod and say the right things. Yeah, she screws up some times, but everyone does. It just means your human. She loves having her friends around her. Considering she has no family. But she considers her friends her family. And she gets by without trouble. She is a talented author. She can write twenty pages no problem. In fact, every night, she writes letters to her mother.
Because even though she died, she still feels she is around, so she writes her notes, and then burns them, as if to send
them to her through the smoke that invades the sky.

Through her writing and archery, she gets her anger out. It's what gets her through the apocalypse. It's what keeps her heart pure and kind. Without a way to get her anger out, she would be mad all the time. And that wouldn't be good for everyone else.
Because when she gets mad, she takes her anger out on her friends. By yelling at them. And that hurts her on the inside. Because she knows she can never take back what she said. But everyone knows she doesn't mean it. And through her running and dancing, she gets her energy out. Because, even though she spends most of her time practicing her archery, she still has a lot of energy. So, at night when she needs to go to bed, she runs and dancing to get the rest of her energy out.

Her intelligence would have gotten her into a great college. But that won't happen now. Because the zombie Apocalypse has ruined that. She knows that she has to venture out into the world some time, with her bow and arrows but never with a gun. She hates them. And because of what happened to her mother she swore never to use one. Ever. And she was sticking to that promise. So only using her bow and arrow, and knife, she kills zombies pretty easily because of her stamina and stealth. But that doesn't mean she kills zombies left and right. She has had some close calls. Almost getting bit, and missing easily. She isn't perfect. She messes up. Everyone does.

Not many animals are around. But the ones that are, she stays away from them. Because she hates them. And that's because they hate her for some reason. Don't get me wrong, she use to love them. But as a kid, they hated her, so she ended up hating them. And because she has no patience for them. Well no patience for anything really. That is why she can't sit still
very easily. It bugs her. No patience makes it hard for her to not do stuff. That's why she wants to be a warrior so bad. But, the fact that she wants children so bad, could hurt that. She has always wanted kids. But as she got older, her love for children has gotten stronger. And that could also harm her if she came in contact with a child zombie. She wouldn't want to shoot it. But she knows she would have to. But it would be really hard for her. But she still would.

So, you can choose. You can either dislike Ash, or like her. The choice is yours. She would respect you either way. You have a right to your own opinion. She understands that. But not many people dislike her. That's because she is so easy to get along with. It really depends on you. So don't worry. She will compromise. If you don't like her for who she is, then she will leave you alone. If you like her, you have just made a great friend. Remember, the choice is yours.

Likes-

• Running
  
• Dancing
  
• Writing
  

Dislikes-

• Animals
  
• Guns
  
• Junk Food
  

Strengths-

• Smart
  
• Makes people happy
  
• Good stamina
  

Weaknesses-

• Shooting Guns. She hates shooting guns.
  
• Children. She loves children to much.
  
• No patience.
  

Skills-

• Archery
  
• Running
  
• Dancing
  

Flaws-

• Scar on leg from falling on a sharp rock.
  
• Scar on her head from when she fell out of a moving car.
  
• She's uneven. As in half of her body is shorter than the other.
  

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Hair- Ash has short brown curly hair.
Eye Color- Beautiful light brown
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Short, but athletic
Height- 5ft 5in
Weight- 125lbs


Birthplace- Waycross Georgia
Mother- Haven Boedane- Deceased
Father- Unknown
Siblings- None
Other- None, but wants some.

History-
Growing up, Ash didn't have much. She lived in the Bronx, her mom was a single parent, making ends meet by working at a bar. Ash always wanted a job to help her mother, but she never got that chance. Her mother died when Ash was only 10. She was shot to death in the parking lot of the bar she worked
at. But lets not get that far ahead. Lets start from the beginning.

On the day of June 17, 1995 a small baby girl was born. Ash weighed in at 3lbs 3oz. She had been premature. Two months early. She wasn't expected to live. But, through careful care, and lots of love, Ash made it through. Gaining 5lbs before she was aloud to go home. She had to have surgery on her leg, because it didn't have the proper bone structure, so she grew up with metal in her leg. Every year, she had to go in and get it lengthened until she was 7, when they finally took it out. Surprisingly, it left no scar.

Starting school for Ash was hard. She had always been so close to her mother. And being away from her for eight hours a day was torture. But she made it through. She became the top student, grade wise, in her class. She was already guaranteed a full ride scholarship by the end of nineth grade. That's what got her picked on in school. While most kids were struggling, she was flying through school. In fourth grade, she was named the school geek. Getting picked on everyday after that. But she didn't care. She had her mom to comfort her. So she always got through the day. Until her fifth grade year. The day her mother died.

It was a normal day at school for Ash. She had gotten all her work done early, so like always she was aloud to go home early. So she walked home as usual. But as she got closer to home, she felt something was wrong. She got to her house, and walked inside after unlocking the door. She walks
inside and her mom isn't there. Her mom always works the night shift so she can be home when Ash gets back from school. So Ash sits on the couch, doing homework. Hoping her mom is just at the store. Hours go by. She doesn't get home. The next day, early in the morning, around six am the police come knocking on her door. And they give her the news. Her mom had been shot to death at the bar. She was never coming home.

Ash had been taken into foster care. Quickly hating her new home. Her foster parents were horrible. Yes, they were rich, but the never paid attention to her. They never comforted her. never even told her good night. So, when she was 12, she ran away. Gathered her things and left. Taking about a thousand dollars with her. Wandering around. She took the bus during the day, and slept anywhere during the night. By the second day she was in Brooklyn. She stayed in a shelter the first few weeks. And eventually she found an abandoned house that she made a home in. It wasn't much, but she did fine. Getting a job
doing odd jobs and surviving with the thousand dollars she took.

By the time the zombie apocalypse started, Ash was 13. She had hidden in her basement, a basement that was well hidden. She has plenty of food for a while. She would have to leave eventually. But for a few weeks she was fine. She had a two month supply of both bottled water and food. And she had four
journals about twenty books and a bunch of clothes and blankets she had horded for a while. So she was good. And since then, she has stolen some weapons, a bow and arrow, and a knife, and has learned to leave during the day, where she could see the zombies better, and has learned where she can find food and water. So she has learned to survive pretty well. And she has done pretty good so far. And that's been good for her.

Anything else?- Nope.

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Sample RP-
Ash looked around. This would be a few day adventure. She would be going to find more supplies. She was almost out of food and water. She walked over to her cot, reached under and grabbed her bag. Opening it up on her table. She grabbed her journal, her last two bottles of water, and a few sandwiches, and placed them in her bag. She also grabbed her flashlight and her remaining batteries. Put an arrow on her bow and but her knife in her boot. This was going to be a long few days. But she knew she had to leave, or she was going to die. She grabbed the small bendable telescope out of her draw and pushed it through the peep hole. Looking around. All clear.

She put the telescope in her bag and slowly opened the basement door. Climbing the steps quietly. She looked
around once more, and walked quickly but quietly out of the door. She turned her head left and right to make sure no zombies were around. She held on to her bow, making sure the arrow stayed in place. She walked around the corner carefully. Not wanted to run straight into a freaky zombie. Once again looking left and right, she slowly slipped on her mask. Not wanting to smell the rotting corpses. Immediately she saw a zombie. Feeding on the dead corpse of a women. She lifted the arrow to her face, aimed, and shot. It struck the zombie right in the back of the head. Hitting it's target and penetrating the skull. Killing the zombie instantly. She walked over cautiously. Making sure the zombie was FULLY dead, and yanked the arrow out of the skull. Cleaning it off with the grass, and positioning it back on her bow. And she continued walking again.

By late afternoon she had killed a total of fifty zombies. Missing a few and having to quickly run away from them. But managing to make it to a convenience store. She killed two more zombies in there, and grabbed a few bottle of water. Leaving a few for other people. And grabbed four bags of Cheetos's. This convenience store was slightly hidden so not many people
knew about it. So she hit the jackpot. Finding the waters, Cheetos's, and a few packs of cigarette's. Which she has gotten into lately. It helped her stress. Before walking out, she also stole a few books that were behind the counter. Along with a lighter. But she continued on quickly. She would have to take a shopping cart from a walmart soon... But, in the heat of the afternoon she continued on in her journey to collect more supplies that would keep her alive. Which was crucial.