Hayden Ashford

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Hayden Ashford [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 22 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] January 28, 1998 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] Straight [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Red [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] Fire Breathing [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Analeigh Tipton [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Rachel

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Breathes fire, steam, or smoke. The fire does not burn her. [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: I breathe fire. Yes, like a dragon. But I read up on it, so don’t call me a dragon just yet. There’s a cross between a person and a dragon that’s called a draki. So that’s what I really am, not a huge reptile beast or a silly show girl who spits gasoline at a torch. I’m a draki. When I breathe fire it comes from within my core, I imagine from my lungs. Anger makes me smoke and eventually begin to smolder into fire. It can go from my mouth as well as my nose. As long as I’m breathing I can make fire. There’s also the steam. That happens when...well when I get steamy, but don’t you worry your pretty little head about that because very few people get to witness it. I’m imune to my fire, which seems like a given. It can’t burn any part of my body, but my clothes are free game. That’s why I am most often wearing shirts with burn marks in them. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity:  [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5'6" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Light Brown [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Light Gray [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Analeigh Tipton [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: I’ve got a pretty toned body type that isn’t lacking too much in curves either, and I’m very proud of that body. Hey, with a temperature like mine it isn’t that hard to burn off calories. I have light brown hair with undertones of red and I really light gray eyes. I can most often be seen wearing dark colors, usually gray, black or green. I’m almost always wearing low rise skinny jeans with burns from my fixation with fire. I wears vans or converse because they're easier to run in and, being a tomboy, I hates heels or girly shoes of any kind. All things girly have a huge X over them. I have a pretty noticeable scar on her neck, a burn mark from the only big fire I ever started that could actually hurt me. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Matches, the color gray, black and white photos, bonfires, boys, hitting things. [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Fake people, commitment, telling people about her past, authority, animals, petty girls, overly emotional people, perpetual optimists, moping, love-sick people, people who are too nice. [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: I have been referred to by many different titles; a bitch, a tease, a snob, a brat, the list goes on and on. I take all those titles and own them, flaunting them like the trophies they are. I will not take crap from anyone and I absolutely detest being involved in dumb girl drama. On a given day I would much rather hang out with a guy than a girl, that is if I hang out with anyone at all. There’s a huge laundry list of things I hate about people and I seldom associate myself with anyone that has even one of those undesirable traits. I’ve got a fiery personality to match my crazy power. I’m short tempered, almost always angry about something and I would rather fight about something than let it go. And if there’s anything my childhood taught me, it’s how to fight. I’m extremely outgoing and I always say whatever is on my mind, whether it is pleasant or not. However, if by some small chance someone actually survives all my sarcasm and angry remarks, they might just find a fun, happy girl under my rough exterior. Mind you that’s a very big might. I don’t believe in relationships. In my opinion they ruin people, so I like to keep it casual. Yes that is possible when you’ve grown up learning to hate what being together does to people. I love to be with boys, but not on the lovey-dovey going out level. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Father: Clint Ashford. Mother: Patricia Ashford. Siblings: Evan and Wyatt Ashford. [attr="class","appcon"]History: Hayden grew up in a broken household with two older siblings. She was the mistake, born eight years after the youngest of her older brothers. Her parents married young, high school sweethearts, but that didn’t turn out too well. Having kids definitely didn’t fix their problems. By the time Hayden was born the problems already existed, but they steadily got worse. Her father was a drinker, spending his money away on liquor and staying at work for as long as he could to avoid her mother. When he did come home he was almost never sober, but still had enough sense to yell at her mother about the string of men she kept bringing around. She would yell back, saying those men were the only thing keeping her sane while she was married to such worthless drunkard. Her brothers tried to keep her safe from all the fights, but eventually they couldn’t take it anymore. The minute either of them turned eighteen they were gone. That left a ten year old girl with two parents and their wildly angry outbursts. On the outside her family seemed normal, but every night her parents would fight. Sometimes it was over money, other times her father’s drinking or her mother’s whorish tendencies, but most of the time it was over nothing. They yelled simply for the sake of yelling. Hayden had to hide in her room and hope the fight would be over soon. Sometimes she would yell through her door, pleading with them to stop until they finally quieted and she cried herself to sleep. For three years she listened to them fight without being able to do anything about it. And then it happened, she discovered the fire within her. Suddenly the Ashfords had a destructive, angry little pyro on their hands. Then they were the ones that got to live within the product of her anger. Any time they fought something caught fire. They knew it was her, who else could it be. They threw out every lighter they could find, but she kept starting fires. For a while they were normal, focused on trying to fix their daughter instead of screaming at each other until their voices were hoarse. After a while Hayden stopped making fires, hoping that maybe they could be a normal family. It wasn’t long before the fights started again, but this time Hayden tried to stop them. A barely thirteen year old girl was forced to grow up and be the moderator for their pointless fights. One night she couldn’t take it anymore. Hayden walked out of the house, neither of them noticing. She walked down the streets of her neighborhood, completely sick of them and ready to explode. Hayden found refuge in an old shed abandoned in the field behind their housing development. She had matches in hand, Hayden watched each burn down almost to the end, nearly singing her fingertips before she threw them off to the side. One of those discarded matches ignited the dry leaves that littered the floor of the shed, quickly surging into a fire completely out of Hayden’s control. The fire engulfed the side of the shed where the door was. She managed to get out, but not before burning herself badly on her neck while trying to climb out the window. Once outside she heard the sirens wailing. The firefighters brought her home after treating the burn. They said this was a “cry for help” and that they saw this all the time in teenagers with a troubled home life. They should have just waited outside for the real fire to start That night she was the only recipient of the screams. She had ruined their appearance of normalcy. Her mother told her the only reason they fought was because of her. That did it. Her? She was the reason they fought, she was the only thing keeping them from having a normal relationship? The thought was laughable. Her parents got to see exactly how she started fires as she set the curtains, the couches, and several other items ablaze, laughing as they stared at her in horror and muttered things about breathing fire and dragons. Several phone calls, police interviews, and counseling sessions later her parents shipped her off to some boarding school where other freaks like her went. When she got there, Hayden found that it was actually a better place than she had imagined. She came into her own, made mistakes, learned a few things about herself, and fell in love. Of course the first time she fell in love it didn't work out so well. For a short time she was depressed and so angry that some of her memories were taken away in order to allow her to cope with the fact that her dark life could follow her even to a place like Phoenix. The second time she fell in love, it was reluctantly at first, but then she fell harder than she had thought possible. Despite the fact that he was confusing at times and had his own baggage, Hayde fell head over heels for Christian. Even when the school fell and she thought that everything would fall apart, the two of them remained. They lived a relatively safe life together in LA, until her world came crashing down again. Hayden barely survived the attack on their newfound home and when she woke up she was greeted with the news that someone had saved her from a hellish beast and helped her recover from her injuries. Unfortunately, the man who saved her wanted something in return, something that he wouldn't wait for her to give willingly. Hayden had fallen into the grasp of a horrible human man who collected gifted people and sold them for their abilities to others like him, afraid of gifteds and eager to use them like they were inhuman, like they were circus animals or worse. After being beaten, broken, and sold, Hayden finally ended up with a man in New York, rich and arrogant and not afraid to break her, he has several gifted with powers like hers who he displays for the entertainment of his guests. If she could escape she already would have, but she is in too deep now. The only thing that keeps her from breaking entirely is the thought that Christian might be out there, looking for her. And that's what gets her through the poking and prodding, the idea that she might one day get out and see him again. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] Everywhere she went in this school felt like somewhere she'd already been, but she knew for a fact that she'd only been here for a few days, right after the cops arrested her when she lit that tree on fire---no wait, the barn. She lit the barn on fire, and then some store that sold surfboards---no, it was her house. And just the curtains. Hayden shook her head, trying to clear the silly thoughts that must have come from a dream. She was walking around campus, utterly lost but at the same time it felt like every step was one that she'd already taken. If only she could find the courtyard, then maybe there would be some way to figure out where everything else was, too bad she didn't know where that was either. She stopped walking and looked around, "oh. The courtyard..." She shook her head once more and brushed a hand through her hair. It was starting to get weird. She knew she should be lost, but she didn't really feel like she was. Why the hell did all of this feel so familiar? Hayden just stood there, clothed only in a pair of ripped up jeans, some combat boots, and a t-shirt that looked like it'd been burned through by cigarettes around the edges. No one ever realized that it was just her power. That although she was exhaling smoke right now, it had nothing to do with any nasty cigarettes. Hayden was simply a human furnace, burning from the inside and radiating heat. She knew those things for sure, but now everything else felt uncertain. She was even uncertain about herself, who was she anyway? [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]