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♚ I am the queen of the broken, the matyr of the left behind and forgotten
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Complexity is perhaps the first word that one thinks when faced with a character description of Ashley. She is a person that prides herself on her self-control - and in the same breath, in keeping others away from the true points of her being. A puzzle is less complicated, and chess is simple when placed to the varying depths that she likes to express. Is it truth, or is it an act? Nobody is sure - not even herself. After all, the layers of herself she presents are ever varied, and yet still hold to a core state of being. Of course, the core is able to be summarized in fourteen traits - seven virtues, and seven sins. The symbolism certainly amuses her to say the least.[break][break]
One thing to note is that never assume with Ashley. Perhaps she'll aim to destroy your mind and confidence - perhaps she'll aim to seduce you into her grasp. Whatever it is, her interest is nothing good for one, and for a second she's never consistent. But she truly enjoys helping others, don't get her wrong. However, what people consider helpful, and what she considers they need can be very, very different things. She holds nothing back when she sees a problem - even employing methods that might seem suspicious at best, outright harming at worst. But her heart is intended to be in the right place, no matter what people might think of it at the time.[break][break]
♚ And everyone knows the path to hell is paved with good intentions[break][break][break]

postitive traits analytical, creative, observant, passionate, meticulous, patient, devoted

negative traits ruthless, morbid, aloof, spiteful, stubborn, patronizing, self-indulgent

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♚ when we realized we had no happy ever-after

one, two, three, four people made up a family. a town in which life was neither hard nor easy, particularly for children that were far too smart for themselves. but oh, that was only the beginning of it all. things start and end all the time don't they - and someone's history isn't stuff you put down in every detail. rather it's little tidbits of memories that play around in your head, leaving you only the important flashes of what made you. and this was no different. ashley was born to a mother and father, along with her twin sister. they were neither big or small children really, nor were they particularly loud or quiet. one could say that they were average - if one discounted their tendencies to learn things like sponges and get into trouble rather quickly.
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their family wasn't one that was always joyful, but they weren't a bad family either. they were boringly normal people when they interacted really. at least, that's what ashley's best-friend said. said friend lived a rather interesting life, always having something to do and people coming in and out of their home because their very, very extended family also loved to travel. and that made ashley feel jealous because she had the normal, boring family. so if her family was boring, then she must become interesting instead! it was easy - after all, both sisters always saw things that others didn't. shapes, things, people, knowing little things here and there that they shouldn't. whatever it was, they had a gift, because twins are mystical after all. and so, when school began, she pushed forward, and debuted. as what? well, a well-read girl very far into the occult and creepy things. where as her sister and the other girls hated bugs, she loved them. she even ate them, to gross everyone further. and it was that little trait, that need to be interesting, that started this tale.

♚ we danced on the graves of our forefathers

her path was clear. she was shipped off to her aunt at the age of ten, and started her pokemon journey then. it didn't take long for her to get through the gyms. her companion, the pokemon her twin sister had given her before she had left, was a ghost type after all. very few things derailed them, and the fact that she pulled tricks and strategies that no child should want to do on them, well it made things easier. she lived to be interesting after all. even if that meant she was weird and creepy in the end. but in no time at all, she had toured several regions, finding herself in the last one before she'd come back home, Orre. it's a place know for the scarcity of pokemon - thus making trainers and by extent, any wild pokemon much more tougher. only those that want to prove themselves go there - and well, ashley had a thirst to prove herself. it wasn't easy - no not by a long shot - but she managed. she cleared the area.
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coming back home was a shock. everything had changed - she had only been gone for five years! something was off, but ashley learned that the elite four challenge was open in the region. and before even meeting her twin sister, she went to the challenge. in fact, she managed to clear most of it on her first try - however she had failed, not once, but twice. on the third time, she defeated the challenge, and faced the champion. was it arrogance that drove her forward? or was it a thirst to prove herself to everything, to everyone? she was not a failure, no matter what her parents said. and so she faced him, platinum blonde, and the whispers of the dead at her side. and she gave it her best shot - she fought, she struggled, she bit into everything that the champion was and then she failed. she was destroyed, systematically taken apart, and for the first time in a long time, she was reminded that she was just a boring, normal person no matter what she tried to believe.
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Grief was all she had, keeping her mask on until she was alone, and then she broke

♚ all in the hopes that our sins will not drag us further

what is it that drove her? she couldn't remember. not anymore. once she had a goal in mind, and now... now what? the girl wandered the region, since she had been defeated. she brought a new team under her wing, letting her old one rest. she fought her way up, and she fought them again, crushing the first four, and facing the champion again. and she lost again, to him, to someone that seemed as useless as everyone else in this world. she couldn't handle the fact that she had lost again - her pride was the only thing separating her from mediocrity. and she did the challenge again, and again, and again. she didn't want to give up. she never gave up.
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vengeance was her life-blood now.
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at some point, the league took notice of her. and they offered her a chance - to apprentice with one of the elite four, with the express purpose of being a replacement for when their retirement would come. she accepted instantly, and began her work. at least, until the world decided to spit ash and brimstone, the ringing bell of war echoing through the land. and initially, perhaps, it was almost difficult to believe that it existed as she was far out of reach. but then, her mentor died, and she suddenly had to fill their place, and become a pillar for the people to believe in. she could remember the bitter taste in her mouth, the fact that she had to suck it up and work with people she wanted revenge on, but something else was more important then that. the world needed her help, and she would provide it.
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so she had to excise the tumour called imum on lyeant.
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since then, she's been in the league, and dedicated to it's cause. her vengeance died when she felt the blood on her hand, and even though it seemed like she slipped further into an abyss, she was actually feeling more fine then she had in years. she was finally interesting in her own right.

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