Ashutosh Makwa

[Ashutosh Makwa]

ASHUTOSH TEH MAKWA

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Hair Color: brown shaggy hair, flip to a side
Eye Color: light to brown like everyone else in his family
Height/Weight: he's five and nine inches tall right now and hundred thirty five pounds
Shape: he's light and lean. he's still growing into his age and average height, but I say he's normal already.
Style: Give us a little information about your characters fashion style here. Polyvore links are always a nice touch.
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Age: sixteen.
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
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Habits or Quirks: add.
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Other Info/Overall Personality: One decent sized paragraph, minimum please.

Parents: (Name/Age/Occupation)
Siblings: (Name/Age/Gender)
Other Family: Just prattle on about any other family your character has.
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Strongest Childhood Memory: This must be significant- and everybody has one. Give us a short, four sentence minimum blurb about your characters strongest memory.
History: Three paragraph minimum.

Name/Alias: madz
Age: twenty-two
Contact: pm otherwise ask for my info
Experience: three years and some change
Additional Bits'n'Bobs: like ne-llo

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Sample RP:

It's been four days, four days,22 hours, 30 minutes and some seconds since they've been gone. Well hiding from the rest of the world and their judgment. In a place were the dark omnipresent surrounds the air, without a peak of light shining from nowhere. Except for the fair moon. It shone poorly within the cracks of branches and twigs. The little bit of light illuminated the shadows of trees. Beneath an Oakland, sat one fugitive and a runaway. And like darkness everything else was silence but them. A few words were exchange, simple but words so that she could understand. Four Days Ago, Just for days ago they had their lives well set for them. Plans to become something greater like life, just for it crumble from their grips. All cause he trusted, trusted someone besides 'her'. She was right to bring him in and let them take him away. Though she did no such thing, but why? Why would anyone risk their life for a common fool like Quil?

Quil balled his fist, one hand grip the fist. He held it tight over his chest. If he could plunge his heart and kill himself there, he would do it..but if she died right after, he'll wander this earth for eternity. In search of her soul, cause she did not deserve any of this. Not one bit, yet she was here. Sitting in the cold ground besides him. Without their wands, except a little wandless and verbals spells in mind, they were useless like any muggel on the run. Defending what they have in possession and protecting their lives with every thread of life left in them. Will to survive was decreasing, "You have to go back.....you can't stay with me. I'll be somewhere else, some where a lot more threatening than this, if you stay they'll send you there too" he spoke after a passing of a second. There meaning Azkaban, she was to young to go there. To weak to take the blows and darkness of the dementor. He kept pleading, cause she had to go. There was no way he would let her give up this way..."Go Back home ..."

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