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Name: Bee
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Hey, I've been stalking this thread for a while and I think I'd like to join. Is there room for another?
Asher arrived at the meeting with a small gaggle of girls he picked up on the walk over to the building and spoke with them now in a soft, sweet tenor accompanied by some hand gestures indicative of theater majors. A name tag with his name on it was pinned carefully along the seam of the chest pocket on his powder blue shirt. There were few things worse than poking holes through new articles of clothing, in his opinion, but he liked seeing everyone's name. He and the girls were fortunate enough to grab some seats on the sofa before all the rest were taken and time really flew with them to talk, but their conversation fizzled out along with the rest of the chatter when an older man stepped into the center of the room.

Then began the housekeeping and listened without enthusiasm. Security and safety stuff, blah, blah, blah, guns- Oh, yes. Guns. There wasn't much of a gun culture where he was from, so he blamed it on that southern stereotype of the gun-toting cowboys or whatever and dismissed it. He crossed his legs, knee over knee, and drummed his fingers on his thigh until the president was finished. Then the dark-haired senior stepped forward. She had some text on her shirt, but it wasn't his first inclination to read it until he heard some snickers.

"Wait, I don't get it," One of his girl friends whispered to him, "What does her shirt mean?" Jesus Christ, she was serious.

Asher placed his hand on top of hers, put on a smile and shrugged. "I honestly have no clue," He whispered back, "And I meant to say- I love what you do with you hair. So pretty." That distracted her and they carried on like that under the speaker for a while. He missed most of it, but he had no interest paintball anyway. When he turned his attention to Emily (he also thought her laundry list of nicknames was weird, but he was going to ask her about it later), she was going on about Whitehall. He was living in Whitehall. What she was describing was some exceptional kind of bullshit, a sentiment which was made clear by the disgust plainly written over his face. The rest of the warnings she issued just confused him, mostly. Like, what was in the greenhouse that could be dangerous? A cactus? Whatever.

Seniors. Asher wished mightily that Freshmen hazing wasn't a thing at this school. Her reaction wasn't reassuring. Whatever. The girls he was with decided to leave and he said goodbye to each of them with a kiss in the air by their cheeks. With them gone, he had to find someone else to talk to lest he bore himself to death. He had to find his roommate anyway. Asher mingled around the students in the room, passing out compliments and greetings as he stole glances at their name tags, until he came across a girl with amazing hair drinking some punch. He was instantly drawn to her like a magnet.

"Your hair is gorgeous," He told her with firm enthusiasm, "No, seriously. You probably get this all the time, huh? May I touch? My hands are clean, I promise." Even as he asked, he reached out to gently brush the curls with the tips of his fingers. "Oh my god. I can't stand it. So pretty." He jolted as if pinched. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Asher. I should have said that first. Oh, and your name, of course. What's your name?" Hazel eyes dipped down from her head to the front of her shirt in search of a name tag, if she chose to wear it.
Great. Thanks very much.
Name: Asher Parker
Preferred Name/Nickname: Asher
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Housing Preferences: Someone creative, definitely not someone homophobic. A room with a lot of space would also be nice.
Major: Musical Theater
Minor: Business Management
Extracurricular Activity: Performer. The stage is his home.

What do you feel is your best natural ability? Intelligence.
What do you feel is your weakest natural ability? Spirit
What languages do you speak? French, Spanish
What do you feel your skill set is?


Hindrances:
Bitchy: Whenever he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on everyone in a very extraverted way. He can become a real bully when this happens. These moods aren’t spontaneous, but who he takes it out on can be.

Jealous: If someone is better than him or more good-looking than him or even wealthier than him, it fucks him up. He can’t let himself get along with them.

Ambiguous Sexuality: He doesn’t know what he wants or likes and he’s never really had a crush on anyone either. It’s the source of a lot of pain and confusion for him some days.

Attention Whore: It’s less of a problem that he likes being the center of attention and more of a problem in that he hates being ignored or talked over. It’s very difficult for him to be inconspicuous.

Helpful Edge:
Female Friendly: He’s an avid feminist and a total Mommy’s Boy. Older women flock to him because he knows how to flatter a woman and younger women flock to him because he acts flamboyant enough to be deemed “safe”.

Acting and Impersonating: He can mimic almost any voice, regardless of gender, after hearing it a few times. As an actor, he can make up characters on the spot and follow through with their personality, accents included.

Improvising: He can improvise in music very well, but he can make up stories on the spot, too. Some call it lying, but he thinks of it as entertaining. Improvising is also used as a means of escape for him, if he’s ever caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. He’s like a MacGyver with words.

Memory: He has an excellent memory from a couple of summers at Shakespeare camp when he was young. He learned how to memorize stupidly long scripts and has utilized that technique for pretty much everything, especially if it’s written.

Vehicle Registration: Orange 2011 Mini Cooper Convertible.

Appearance: Asher has dark brown hair with a trendy undercut and bangs that stops just above his left eyebrow. He’s not very tall, 5’8.5”, but visibly fit; more for dance than anything else. He has round, green-ish hazel eyes that are very telling to his emotions. He has a fair, light complexion that tans more than it burns.

He never dresses in anything dark or understated and absolutely nothing conservative. He prefers vibrant colors and things that match or go with each other. There’s always some kind of accessory on him, be it a bowtie, a hat or suspenders. It’s hard to see him in the same outfit twice.

Interests: Musical Theater (obviously). Stories, shopping, interesting people, music, parties, performances of any kind, math and sciences
Disinterests: Competitive sports, fighting sports, politics, religion





Brief Bit About Them: Asher has two older brothers and one younger sister that he loves to death and can’t stand in equal parts. He never went wanting in his childhood, except for attention once his sister was born. He was thrilled to go to college, but he’s less thrilled that his college of choice is in the middle of the sticks. Ever since he was a kid in community theater, he wanted to star on Broadway. His parents got him private voice lessons, acting coaches, and signed him up for a dance class as he grew up. He got leads all through middle school, high school and in some of the out of school programs he joined, but it wasn’t until high school things started getting weird for him and the other theater kids. He considers himself a late bloomer compared to the boys and girls that were experimenting backstage. The only kisses he ever gave or received were in character or during a game of spin the bottle. He’s always been too much of a prude to try anything more.

Notes: His father is a best-selling romance novelist. It's where a lot of the wealth in his family comes from.
Whoa. I just saw this. Definitely my type of thread. But I'm afraid if I add any more threads to my plate, I'll lose my mind. So, being that this is an open thread, I'll come back to bite later.
Triple post.

Also note, I changed some things. Really craving some romance and/or real-world setting stuff.
Wow.
Bump la bump.
Where'd everyone go? :O
Walker shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, he was taken by a yawn. He cupped his hand in front of his mouth until it passed and went on with his response, "I'm fine."

He caught a bit of deja vu from Mr. Parker, but had to grin in spite of it. "Scout's honor, Mr. P," He said, jokingly raising three of his fingers.

Forest, who had fallen silent in awe, was woken up when Walker took the suitcase from his hand. He made to protest, but his cousin ignored him and put their luggage in the back of the van. Forest's eyes swiveled between Harper and her father for a moment before he cleared his throat and struggled to think of something to say. Fortunately, he was saved that potential embarrassment when another fella came up and greeted them.

"Howdy," He said, a touch softer than he intended. Still audible, but it lacked some confidence. He was always so bad at first impressions, at least when there wasn't someone to introduce him first. Oh, right. He never gave his name.

He spoke up a little more this time. "Uh, I'm Fo-" He cut himself off when another girl came up behind Harper and hugged her. He inwardly cringed seeing one of his favorite TV actresses pounced on like that, but her cheer brightened him up a little bit. "Hi there," He said, grinning.
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