Hannigan, Ashley Beauregard

[Ashley Beauregard Hannigan]

ASHLEY BEAUREGARD HANNIGAN

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NAME - Ashley Beauregard Hannigan
AGE - 22
GENDER - Male
SEXUALITY - Good question.
MEMBER GROUP - Sexy Legs
SPECIALTY - Photographer
PLAY BY - Jaco van den Hoven

History
<sub>- He was born & raised in Châteauguay; a small city in the Québec province of Canada. As a result of the city mainly being French, he's fluent in both French and English. The French doesn't do him a lick of good in the United States, but it still manages to impress some if he's feeling particularly pretentious.

- His family consisted of his father, Constantine, and his mother, Victoria. He was named - or so his father tells him - after his great grandfather, who invented a certain brand of mouthwash. (14 years of digging into both his family's history and the history of mouthwash have still left him empty-handed, leaving Ashley to believe that his parents were lying to protect his dignity.) Ashley always had some manner of a pet, be it a canary, a tarantula, a bearded dragon or a kitten.

- He began playing violin when he was six. It took him four months to master how to play 'twinkle twinkle little star', but after that it was smooth sailing. His mother used to make him play the violin when they had to bury the aforementioned pets - they all inevitably died or ran away after five months.

- In school he was teased relentlessly about... well, everything really. He looked like a girl, his name was a girl's name - despite his vehement arguement that Ashley had originally been a boy's name and the chicks really did just take it over without his permission -, and he played violin. He was the very definition of a "fag", according to his classmates.

- Because of this, he rapidly accepted females when they asked him out. He never cared for any of them, and promptly dumped them when they tried to kiss him. His father had patted his head awkwardly and told him that whomever he did in bed was Ash's business. His mother had stepped on the man's toes and glared, before telling him that if he was gay it'd be okay, but maybe he was straight and those girls were just unlikeable skanks. After this embarrassing version of the talk, Ashley locked himself in his room and hid under his bed.

- When he was eleven, he got into a fight with a thirteen year old. He had gotten suspended. Despite this and stumbling home with a bloody nose and bruised ribs, he felt an erratic joy. The kind of giddiness that one only felt after they stood up for themselves. His father had ruffled his hair and his mother had called the boy's parents and said some very harsh words that the boy never heard her say again.

- In junior highschool, his grandmother gave him a camera. She told him that people couldn't understand his point of view unless he showed them. He had an innate talent for photography - his parents told him that his grandfather had been a photographer, but, like as with the Ashley who invented that mouthwash, he couldn't verify their claims. In highschool, his photography teacher published some of his pictures in an anthology.

- After he completed highschool, he kissed his parents goodbye and left for the United States. He immediately settled in Ohio - Chicago - deciding that he liked the feel of it. He didn't accomplish what he had wanted to - to become famous for his violin - but he did manage to get a few ... 'gigs'. Mainly playing at birthdays or playing in musicals. Not what he had been yearning for, but c'est la vie, non?

- He had been out on the roof of his apartment complex - taking pictures, not contemplating jumping, mind you - when he saw the ad. It had been fluttering through the wind and brushed against his camera lens. Sexy Legs it read, and the man's lips had twitched in an amused smile. The band was looking for the more... technical aspects of the band. A photographer, security, merchandise, that kind of thing.

- And thus, Ashley Beauregard Hannigan was photographer extraordinaire. His mother had nearly swooned when she heard that her son was in a band with Florence Welch. He'd taken several minutes to explain to her that he was merely the photographer and in no way "in" the band. His mother wouldn't buy it and spread the news around Châteauguay that her little boy was a famous photographer with Florence freakin' Welch.</sub>

Likes
<sub>- Violins
- Cameras
- His parents
- The band [quite obviously; he wasn't that desperate for a job...]
- Spiders</sub>

Dislikes
<sub>- When people call him "Ash"
- When his mother harasses him for Florence's autograph
- Sad endings
- Girls who try to make him shop with him.
- Also people who ask if he says "eh", "hoser", or asks if he plays hockey.</sub>


Secrets
<sub>- Afraid of deep water, frogs, and his parents dying.
- Maybe he's a little gay...</sub>





ABOUT YOU;
Name - Pommes
Age - 17
Experience - 8 years, but let's not talk about my roleplaying from when I was 9. o__o'

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