asher brice murdok

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-- ASHER BRICE MURDOK !

-- NAME: Asher Brice Murdok
-- NICKNAMES: Ash, Murdok.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Thirty-Two, May 21st
-- BIRTH PLACE: Anchorage, Alaska
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION: Mountaineer and carpenter for sail boats.
-- PLAYED BY: Sam Worthington

-- PERSONALITY !

-- SOFT-SPOKEN: Asher has never been a very charismatic person. Even as a child he was kind of quiet, but not quite as shy and reserved as his mother was. He’s not the type of person you’re drawn to when he walks into the room. He doesn’t have a presence that demands the attention of others, and rather than soaking up the lime light, he’s got his back pressed up against the wall. If surrounded by a group of people he’s unfamiliar with, he’ll remain tentative and brief in conversation. His tranquil almost sedate nature renders him almost incapable of causing a fuss or making a scene. He doesn’t have loud outbursts, nor does he display intense outrage to a dramatic degree. It’s rare that you’ll ever find him raise his voice past its average volume, and tales of his yelling are almost regarded as mythical and unheard of. All in all he’s relatively easy going by nature.

-- GAURDED: Asher shows a certain pointed unwillingness to open up to people. He tends to keep his feelings guarded and it’s hard for a person to really get to know him inside and out. He’s very cautious of himself. He doesn’t like to feel venerable in front of others and having someone look right through his skin and into his soul is uncomfortable. He doesn’t like people being able to dig their way inside of him and search around. Often times he appears hostile and cold because of his guarded nature but once you come to understand the kind of person that he is, you get that it’s a safety mechanism.

-- INARTICULATELY SWEET: While he is gifted with many things, eloquence isn’t one of them. Asher has difficulties explaining himself and expressing how he’s feeling. He’s not unintelligent, it’s just that most of a time there is a disconnected between his brain and his tongue and the message he’s trying to convey gets lost in translation. People often get very frustrated with him because it’s hard to understand him. He may say one thing, but chances are he was trying to say the other thing, and this irritates people. Often people will dismiss him and his feelings because he’s completely unable to give people an accurate depiction of how he’s feeling. He’s also lacking in verbal tact. He often says the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong moment which causes a lot of frustration and grief for the poor boy. However, once you do get past that soft-spoken, guarded, almost socially awkward shell of his, a world of tenderness is open to you. He has a ridicules amount of love in his heart for the people he cares about and while at times because of his inarticulate nature he has trouble expressing that love, he always finds a way to let you know he cares. While he may not say that he loves you because saying it makes him uncomfortable, he will express small, but equally tender gestures to let you know how he feels. Instead of giving you a big hug, a kiss, and a long profession of love, he’ll tug at your sleeve quietly, give you a fleeting look, and then wrap his pinky finger around yours. While his methods of expressing tenderness are perhaps not what is considered conventional, that doesn’t make them any less genuine.

-- LOVES: The smell of his gear closet, his "daughter", the feeling of discovering a great hand hold while rock-climbing, high up places, when the sky goes berserk at sunset after a rainstorm, the smell of pines, sub-zero sleeping bags, grape-nuts, clam spaghetti, seafood, woman who are feisty and tenacious, woman who are willing to risk looking like an idiot in order to pursue something new, his dogs, ugly looking wool toques, sailing, fishing, the sting of sea spray, a good story.
-- HATES: Sweating in his sleep, the chalky feeling that sea breeze leaving on your skin, rashes from the wind, hiking shoes that don't fit properly, ingrown toenails, being inactive for more than a couple of days, having to deal with technology, Simon and Garfunkle, cantaloupe, honeydew melon, people misunderstanding him, people underestimating his intelligence, gossipy people, social functions, being told that he's wrong.

-- HISTORY !

For as long as Asher could remember, the environment in the Murdok home was tumultuous. His parents, Carmen and Neal, were constantly at odds, and if not with each other, then with their parents. Neal’s parents were very devout Irish Catholics and didn’t take too kindly to the fact that their son was marrying an adamant atheist. Family functions were always tense occasions. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter; all disastrous events. Though the household of theirs was a combative one, Asher grew up in Alaska rather normally. A quiet unassuming child, Asher was content to explore the bits of wilderness that surrounded his house mostly in the company of his sister Vivian. Though 5 years older than Asher, Vivian and Asher grew up relevantly close. That is until Vivian reached high school. Vivian developed a severe eating disorder as some girls of that age do and by the end of her junior year had become addicted to methamphetamines. Vivian’s behavior came to a boiling point that essentially ripped the family apart. Carmen and Neal confronted her about Vivian’s habits, saying that if she didn’t stop lying and stealing money from them to support her habit, they would kick her out. Asher was also at odds with Vivain; she’d lost his trust from all the times that she said she would stop and get better. This ultimatum that her parents gave her it what ultimately cause Vivian to run off before graduating high school. From that point on all ties between Asher and Vivian were severed.

Following his high school graduation, Asher went on to attend the University of Washington; an endeavor that lasted little more than a year. Never having found a classroom environment particularly exciting or conducive to his learning experience, Asher decided to drop out --much to his parent’s disappointment—and instead packed up his gear and headed for the hills. Literally. Asher, along with a couple of his drop-out friends, formed a band of mountaineers and proceeded to travel the country, climbing most of the major peaks. It was in the wilderness where Asher was happiest; something about strapping a pack on his back and scaling a glacier made him feel so incredibly alive. Seeing life from an angle that most never experienced was invigorating. After accomplishing each of the summits of all the major peaks in North America (and scraping up the last bits of change in his bank account to pay for new gear) Asher got involved with the National Outdoor Leadership School and became an instructor. Though the pay was meager, he was doing what he loved to do. His buddies and he were saving up for a trip to Pakistan to climb K-2, perhaps the most difficult mountains in the world to climb, before tragedy struck the Murdok family.

Vivian, long estranged by this point, had succumbed to her struggles with anorexia, leaving a 2 year old child in her wake. Upon receiving the notice that his sister had passed away, Asher left work and bought a ticket to Capeside; Vivian’s final place of residence. When he reached the sleepy New England town, the gaps in his life where his sister should have been were filled in for him; he was told that after Vivian left Alaska she traveled to New York hoping to garner some modeling jobs and start a career. Her addiction to methamphetamines continued well into the time she met the father of her child. Their relationship was short lived and abusive; for when she found out she was pregnant, she immediately left him. She gave up the drugs for the sake of her child and moved out of the city, relocating to Massachusetts so that her child might have a chance at a normal life. He was told it looked like things were going well for her in the last year; she’d gotten a steady job as a receptionist at a dental office and was living in a little fixer-upper home raising Fiona with the help of a couple of her friends. Though she was able to kick her drug habit, she was unable to let go of her body dismorphia. If anything, the birth of Fiona had exacerbated it. The stress of the disorder was too much for her heart and she eventually perished from it. What little possessions she had were all left to Asher; including Fiona.

Asher, unable to understand why Vivian would have left everything of hers to him after so many years of estrangement, was reluctant to assume the role of guardian for Fiona. His lifestyle wasn’t conducive to raising a 2 year old what with him being in the wilderness most of the time and not having a proper home. A toddler needs stability, and Asher wasn’t exactly the epitome of “stable” and “family oriented”. However, after toiling with his options, he decided to take on raising Fiona. Not wanting to change her life so drastically, Asher remained in Capeside in the home that Vivian had begun fix for her and her daughter. He took up a job as a carpenter that specialized in boats and is now currently doing his best to be a good father for his neice.

-- SAMPLE !

dis guiy wunse went 2 dis town nd he mad a lot of frndz nd wuz teh moast popyular guiy n da plase.

-- OOC !

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-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Fallowed the bread crumbs ;]

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