Ashburn sat quietly in his dorm room, as he always does in the evening. His silver hair glistening in the light of the candle. Reclining back on his bed he gazed at the book in his lap, "The Great English Empire". Silently reading he couldn't help but let a tear trek down his pale face, as it mentioned Hastings, his home town.
Painful memories were brought forth to his memory, of his party and the terror he had caused his family and friends. He had been seated on the couch in the parlor, opening a brightly wrapped green package from Emily, his best friend, when it happened. A pain had ran up his spine causing him to cry out, his whole body shook as it morphed growing into his hideous and deplorable "true" form; no never could he call it such for to do so would be to admit he was a demon. The tear soon morphed into a river as the memories poured.
Now he was remembering his meeting with the principle, after his family banished him from their home. "Please no" Ashburn squeaked aloud "any memory but that night"; but his mind did not listen and continued to play. He was forced to remember the man who told him he was a demon who had been using music to change his friends emotions, forcing them to like him and making them his puppets.
Loudly sobbing Ashburn let the book roll off his lap and onto the floor, making a loud clump as it hit the wood floor. Pulling his knees up to his eyes he sobbed and lamented that he had done such evil to those he loved. "I am truly such a monster as such doesn't deserve friends." he gasped between breaths.
After an hour of misery Ashburn fell asleep feeling defeated and unready for the first day of classes tomorrow.
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(OOC: I think romances could be interesting though I will tell you Ashburn has quite a surprise for her later in the RP if she goes that path )