[hider=Ashton]Name: Ashton Conway 

Gender: Male 

Age: 19

Place of Birth: 
Buckhead 

Sexuality: 
Straight (I know, how creative of me) 

Relationship Status: 
Playboy 

Occupation: 
Owner and CEL of Conway Industries, the largest producer of fire arms in the South East 

Power: 
Ashton's power is to allow his body to create extraordinary forces of power physically impossible to any other normal human. What does this exactly entail, you may ask? Things such as a punch that could put a hole through a wall. Steel plating. If hard enough, a building. Clap his hands together to create a sonic boom, slam his fist on the ground like a hulk smash, launch himself with one of his legs to hurl himself at a great speed or leap a great length. He can also use his power to create a force to negate another force. Shot with a bullet? Equal and opposite force exerted on it to stop it, smush it, send that bitch flying. Same for say a truck, but would require much for effort. The amount of effort he puts into each force wave, if you will, determines the power, area of effect, range, etc. It requires more power to have it reach farther and effect a wider area. To not completely screw himself, Ashton usually uses minimal force waves at precise intervals when necessary to minimize costs. However, if a desperate of enough situation arrives, he might need to King Kong that shit. 

Cost of powers use: 
Every time he uses his powers, a certain part of his body, depending on the part of the body that does the exertion, goes into temporary paralysis. The area of which is paralyzed, the severity, and how long depend on the amount of effort. If he, say, flicks a quarter through a wall, his two fingers may be extremely numb for a short amount of time. Seconds or minutes, depending on DM discretion. Punching a person so hard he flies across the street and into an old lady's flower shop? His whole arm would be completely paralyzed for a good length of time. Hopefully not an insane amount of time. And if he happens to full on line backer tackle a cruise ship? He'll be laying there for a little while. Probably wondering why he tackled a cruise ship. 

Appearance: [hider=Ashton][img]http://photo.elsoar.com/wp-content/images/Fashion-young-man-in-black-suit.jpg[/img][/hider]

Ashton has dark brown hair, thick and lush, his naturally wavy hair is usually slick back like the picture is shown when being business like. More causally he will mess with it, gel it to the side, maybe go for the "just got out of bed" look, he enjoys styling his hair. His eyes are a bright blue, piercing and bright, it almost looks like they glow in a dark room. His skin is fair, although usually tanned due to the nice south sun, his skin is blemish free and usually clear for the most part. As for facial hair, he likes to keep a little bit of stubble, like a five o'clock shadow. 

Broad shoulders, athletic build, standing in at 6'2 and 220 pounds, he's built like a football player. And, well, he was. In highschool he used to do lots of exercising and weight lifting, but in the last few years he has kept in shape at the home gym despite the very busy life of a businessman. 

After "changing", a small symbol appeared dead center in his chest. It's three small black shapes, similar to the black half of a ying yang symbol. They are arranged in a circular pattern, it's about the size of a quarter. When a parts of his body is paralyzed, the symbols duplicate and create a trail to the paralyzed area, where the symbols cover it. 

Skills: 
Ashton was a business man for a short time, living with his dad all his life, as well as being a quarterback in high school and captain of many sports teams including basketball, football, baseball, and volleyball in high school. Debate team, scholastic scrimmage, he is a leader through and through. He likes to call audibles on the play, lead the charge, and do things his own way. Usually they're good ideas, he's a bright guy, but not all his ideas are good. Even if he thinks they are. Besides the obvious athletic skills, being the owner of a large gun producer, he's been shooting guns since he was a little kid. He's not some top marksman shoot somebody half a mile away, but he's shot a gun before. 

Personality: 
A kid who is rich, got whatever he wanted it when he wanted it. Didn't see his parents much, went to a private school. Some spoiled rich kid right? Confident, cocky, pretentious asshole. For the most part, all of this is true. However, since the incident, his life as he knew it had been crashing down around him. Shame, humility, being humble was a hard thing to do. Ashton never knew how to shut up sometimes. He's faced situations where money would not help, and it sucked. Right now he has a better than everybody else attitude that is slowly being unraveled by the "oh shit" symptoms. Some things like deep emotional bonds are lost to him. Yes he's good with people, has an addictive personality, flirty, charming. But beyond that mask of illusion he is an empty shell emotionally, relying on pure raw lust as romantic emotion and having a loose concept of family and close friends. The closest thing to friend he could think of was trade partners. This hallow emotional shell is slowly creeping to the surface, and the reality check is starting to put him in check. He tries to put up his swagger and confident and put up this big front, just to hide that behind the wall there is nothing holding it up. 

History: Born and raised in Buckhead, Ashton had a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was the founder on Conway industries, and his mother was an ex-model trophy wife. The two of them were always on trips and vacations and meetings, so Ashton bounced around several maids and servants to raise him in a big penthouse. He was very distant from his parents as a child, and saw them sparsely as they would come home between their travels, hug him goodbye, and then leave again. 

School was normal for Ashton, at least, normal for going to the most expensive private school and getting a personal tutor. At the age of 12 his mom was diagnosed with cancer and shortly died, leaving his father his only parent. The death of his mother was saddening, but not as traumatic as it should be, considering he never really saw her. He turned to sports to get his mind off of things, deciding to spend his time taking advantage of his natural athletic ability. At the times he was home, his father actual did spend time with him, but it was just talk of business deals and offers, about his work. It was things he would say to his now deceased wife and had nobody left to tell, needing an outlet. However, all this business talk and strategies would help later on, and his father once told him that down the road he would pass the business onto him once Ashton went to college. 

At the age of 16 life was good, he had already won state championship for football being the quarterback, had a pretty girlfriend, good grades, experimenting with drugs at parties and drinking, driving a Lamborghini around. Life was good, but then some adult shit hit the fan. His dad died of a car accident and the family business was being left to him when he turned 18, the company being run by the Vice President, whom Ashton considered a friend. Ashton squeezed the last two years of blissful highschool goodness he could before he got thrown into the business world, going straight from high school and running his own business. His father's teaching helped, along with the Vice President, and he spent two straight years in the constant cycle.

Once the gala incident hit, everything changed. Ashton soon lost a lot of his business, so he had to leave the business to his Vice President again to stop the loss of profits. His girlfriend flat out dumped him as soon as it happened, and once a girl knew what he was, he wanted nothing to do with him. Fewer and fewer stores and banks let him in, and he found himself driving his Lamborghini in circles around the city. He grew up with material things filling his life, family and friends and love were things he did not need. Or so he thought. Now, his money got him nothing. He was a freak. Alone. A depressed, lonely, shell of a man in a Lamborghini and a several thousand dollar business suit. There was no amount of money that could buy his life back now. [/hider]

Tell me what you think and if I need to make any changes. I also wanted your opinion on the cost for my character's power