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William Ashay
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    What am I doing?
  4. Date of birth
    1999-09-28 (19 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Minor Athletic
  4. Hair
    Grouped In Wave
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    - A simple two letter scar showing ‘B.R’ appears on his lower left back.

    - His right ring finger is entirely missing.

    - His right hand is covered in scars from multiple nails digging into his flesh from a nailed baseball bat.
  8. Equipment
    The only permanent personal item he'd always have was his father's old watch stuffed in his pocket and a soda-can he brought from Ontario, Canada.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
    The Playhouse
  11. Role


Having been born in the sports welcoming city of Ontario, Canada from a young age he was raised around a singular sport available anywhere at anytime which was: ice hockey. Not many kids did not play ice hockey where William grew up due to it simply being a culture. He had mastered the sport and was already determined to prepare himself to ascend in the ranks of the sport as he aged. Having not many options he'd have entered a small little league which was local to his neighborhood where most if not all kids once participated in. It was a fun time, as he went through each and every grade level he had played with mostly the same group of friends who he had known his entire life. They were all rather snuck and knit together like most usual friends would never be, it was special. As that connection grew it was obvious they were dominant as a sports team as well; knocking out every team sideways in total defeat... being a great hockey team to put it simply. Entering their final years as before transferring to singular schools they had made it deep into national tournaments though the international tournaments were where the team could never had found themselves. Having to challenge the United States league team in order to head overseas and compete there was always the challenge, never getting home court advantage due to regular season records was their feat... never being where they knew how to play was it.... though on their final year as a team, they had finally beaten the entire Northern American bracket and were cleared to head overseas to play in Europe. Having nothing else to focus on they never heard of outer-world activities, the flight risks, nothing was ever spread to them. Their only focus was ice hockey and they knew it. Once they were overseas it took a turn for the worse, they only had played one game before their flight home was pushed back a single month- ruining their summer break forever. Living back home was all they wanted to do again, the finals never happened. Paul's mom had gotten sick and wasn't ever able to see her son again, and maybe Jack's dad could pull through for him another week or three. Everything happened so fast, and the brotherhood was ripped apart and eaten alive one by one. The smart ones left early, though the wise ones remained till the very end. William only had left a week after their instructor hung himself in the bathroom, leaving everyone to scramble for the last rice-pudding packet. Isaiah got stabbed for a bottle of water, and that pulled the straw for just about anyone left. William got out quickly, driving the community vehicle of the local center across and wherever he ended up. Having no general idea of where the hell he was, living like this for the past few years and suddenly leaving to be on his own is rather strange... though not anymore. He's on his own.
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