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Character Name: Micheal Ashley Corven || Ashe
This is my boomstickCanon: The Crow: City of Angels
Background:
Ashe was born to a home of mixed orgins. His father was a Hungrian-spanish mix and his mother swiss. He was the middle child of four sibblings, one brother and two sisters one older one younger. Forever pressured to go above and beyond what he wanted to please his mother (An exmple learning 5 langages before age of 10.) His passion was magic and the better he got at it the more his parents disapproved. At the age of 17 he finally cracked after a fight with his older sister he ran away, hitchiking from Switzerland to Paris. He stayed with his aunt for a year in Paris before she gave him the money he needed to go to America like he wished.
Ashe spent a month or two as a model before realzing that he was being tricked into stuff that was closer to porn. Quitting he turned to illegial street racing, this was were he met his deceased wife Heather, she was pretty and all over him the moment he spoke to her, she was pregnate within the first week of knowing him. When she came to him asking for money for an abbortion Ashe struck her for even sugessting such a thing, he forced her to marry him so their child would not be born a bastard and from there his life turned for the worst.
His son was born after 9 months of hell with Heather, and Heather left the day the child was born. Six months later the police informed Ashe that Heather was dead and Ashe was alone in the city to raise the little boy, and thats what he did. He devoted his life, every waking moment to his son. The two lived in the back room of the garage Ashe owned for the next 7 years everything seemed fine and happy. Ashe was very proud of his son, the boy was as quick of a learner as he had been as a boy. The boy had a lot of faith in relgion which was one of the reasons Ashe sent him to Catholic school, though his own faith had mostly died off he wanted his son to grow up knowing what the love of god could feel like.
One night while Ashe was working on an old Charger he called 'Jezebel' Danny was coloring a pictire of the two of them, it was then that a gunshot rang out and their lives changed forever. Ashe tried to stop Danny from seeing the hit but it was too late and now they were victims too. The moment Danny's blood splashed across him and he saw the light drain from his son's eyes part of Ashe Corven died. A few months later he raised from the watery grave he and his child were pushed into and made every one of them involved pay. In the process he lost his chance to cross over, tied between the worlds forever.
Personality: Ashe Corven pretty much has developed a split personalty from the trauma of seeing his young son murdered. First you have Ashe, whom is a joker by nature he is a caring man who for the most part keeps to himself but will every now and then go out on a branch and try to help those around him but as he lived for almost a decade in a city as cold as the City of Angels he has learned to walk away from terrible things and be unmoved by them while at the same time wishing he could do more. That is where The Avatar comes in, and yes Ashe does think of the Avatar as its own being to the point he still paints his face when he goes out just to keep part of himself alive, the Avatar is like most other Crow spirits pushed by vengance and a need for blood, Ashe has often joked that his darker side is 'The King of Pain' as that is all he has known since his return from the dead. The Avatar is pretty much all of the darkness Ashe hides, he thrists for violence and has some very twisted thoughts. ( Example from the novel ) He is a bit of a pyromaniac and if he cant defeat his enemies he will surly burn them to death, and also this doubles for things he doesn't think he can handle like Sarah's apartment which he burned after he death...and reading her diary.
Abilities: Ashe is a Crow Avatar, meaning he has gifts given to him because of his painful death. Because be is already dead, The Avatars are incapable of feeling pain outside of the tortured memories of their and their loved one's own untimely demise, this also works as empathy if AShe were to touch someone suffering he would feel their pain and could easily pass it on to another. In the case of Ashe this pain powers him more then some crows. He can instantly recover from any form of bodily harm, no matter how great the damage, unless he inflicts it himself outside of a battle. An example, he shoots himself in the head to scare Spider Monkey and a would be robber and heals, however if he cut his wrists in a fit od depression that would scar and take forever to heal. The spirits don't take suicide lightly. The crows also have otherworldly strength, they can easily overcome any adversary, even those who would be otherwise untouchable. The Avatar's supernatural senses also make him or her exceptionally skilled at hunting down and eliminating a target, and superhumanly agile with cat-like reflexes, thus the avatar can fight with great skill and shoot with great accuracy even if he or she had never possessed such skills during his or her life. In addition the Avatar shares eyes with their Crow, thus being able to observe the place with the help of the bird. The Crow also does everything to help the reborn when it's necessary.
Weaknesses: Self mutilation, any wounds or damage inflicted upon himself will not heal by the crow powers but will scar and heal naturally. Exculding shotting himself in the head or self mutilation in the name of scaring people, seems to be alright by the crow. As Ashe has shot himself in the head mutiple times for laughs and the horrified looks of those he stalks.
As his link to the land of the living the Crow will sometimes die for the avatar however if the Crow does infact die, the avatar becomes practically mortal once more, they get to keep their empathic powers but the healing stops and they can then be killed, though in the case of AShe being cursed for disobeying the higher powers he would die but raise again by the next night just seriously hurt.
Sample:
Ashe had drove past his son's old school almost 100 times since Selene helped him to move his child's body and wife's ashes to hollow ground. He knew Danny could rest now and some of the angel's that came and went that could smell the spirit of the crow on him would tell him what a sweet boy he had raised, how he was truely a light in heaven. The burden of Ashe's sadness was slowly being lifted as he channeled all of that pain into productivity. His shop was thriving and he was helping Raine with her indoor garden and doing a lot of home repairs on Sarah's loft to try and help make it more of a home.
He kept a smile on his face almost all the time when people were around him or Sarah was awake. The moment she was asleep or he was alone Ashe was off by himself either sitting on a roof or downing the hidden bottle of bourbon in the loft. The spirit can't rest if it's ...burdened by the weight of their own sadness.' He would often hear Sarah's voice in the back of his head. She had told him these words when he still had his mission about him. Kill Judah Earl. Set the wrong's right.
The wrong's were right, yet he remained, faking happy6 and playing hero to his new found friends. Part of Ashe wished when he couldn't sleep at night and the drink was all he had to keep his mind from running that he wasn't immortal. That if he stepped off the roof of the loft that instead of hitting the ground and getting up unscaved that he would splat and would go on to hell where he felt he belonged. These thoughts he dared not share with Sarah or the others. He would just take a few shots till he felt numb, swish some mouthwash then crawl back in bed.
He didn't want to bring his sadness out, he didn't want them to see that burying Danny had not set his soul free. It just reminded him more that he was cursed, he was alone in the end...he just didn't want to look around and see he was surrounded by people that cared about him.
Finally he found himself walking through the gate one day, some Black EYed Susans that used to grow beside the shop, he had pulled them up by the roots. Theses were the same ones Danny used to endlessly pick and bring to Ashe 'Here Daddy! I brought you flowers!' he'd say with everyone he brought, so AShe felt he had to bring them to Danny. AShe moved to sit down before the small grave tossing his jacket over the tombstone as he pulled out his pocket knife and sat to hollow out a small hole before the tomebstone.
"You know Danny, when I was a boy my mother would call them 'Buttercups' When I tried to order some for your mother the florist laughed at me. Personally I think Black Eyed Susan is a stupid name, I think it's just a beautiful flower..." He placed the roots in the ground and started to press the dirt around the plant before placing his dirty hand on his son's name and closed his eyes "We should have left when Heather died....we should have just gone to Switzerland and lived with mother. If I would have just swollowed my pride you'd still be alive and with me... You me and Sarah..."
'You wouldn't know Sarah.' He heard a dark voice speak, looking around he saw no one. That was when the bird he knew all too well landed on his coat on the tombstone. he could swear it was glaring at him.
'You swore to protect the city, you want your salvation. You want to ease your suffering! Gardening and avoiding your problems wont do it Corven!' The bird squawked but Ashe could hear the voice plan as day. 'Yes you lost Daniel! you avenged him and he is about to be reborn or become a guardian angel because you raised him as well as you did! Stop moping about! We gave you the voice back. Now go live the rest of your life, have another child. Always remember Daniel but never hold his spirit down again Corven! You're starting down a dark path if you stay like this! If you stay in this path I swear to you you're brethren will come for you and destroy your soul! I will not have another dark avatar! Do NOT make me regret tapping you! No go home to the voice...and one last thing, If you even let someone touch my sister again I will peck you eyes out. Go home. Stop drinking.'
Just as soon the bird was gone and Ashe stood looking confused but feeling more clear, he snatched up his jacket touching the grave once more and hurried out to were the bike was parked. "Thank you." He whispered to the air, he knew his benefactor must still be near. Climbing on the bike he sped home.
((Sample is a drabble written to his verse on LJ, but shows his mentality a little.))