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[b][color=516776]Name:[/color][/b] [color=#cccccc]Ash Pierce[/color]
[b][color=516776]Age:[/color][/b] [color=#cccccc]41[/color]
[b][color=516776]Specialty:[/color][/b] [color=#cccccc]Librarian | Watcher[/color]
[b][color=516776]Bio:[/color][/b] 

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Ashton Pierce comes from a different reality than most. The social elite of the East Coast; bloodlines that go back centuries, priviledge few can imagine. A life put in a pattern determined by the progenitor. Upon that dream like pattern the good son Ashton was awoken to the ugly and the sinful, to the real. Like many a dream turned nightmare there was a monster at the end of it. A monster that nearly killed Ashton but for the timely intervention of an English gent from a background not too dissimilar from Ashton's. A brief explanation from the gent became an obsession to Ashton. An obsession that cost him nearly everything, at first; inheritance, family connections, trust funds. All of it. In his desperation he gave in to obsession, and obsession took him in. 

Ashton Pierce became a shadow of his former self, giving everything into his singular, narrow, focus. Fiction became his new reality; monsters, demons, magic, rituals, ancient languages long thought dead, now known to him as undead languages. Maybe they had died, but their function, their purpose, had survived death and become stronger for it. The gent came calling, the Watcher Council knew talent when they saw it--they knew one of their own affected by the calling. Within their ranks, within the training he was born for, Ashton became Ash, a transformation that went much further and deeper than names and skin. It was with the Council Archives that Ash discovered them; journals there was no accounting for. Text that was sharp, then fuzzy, then sharp again. Books that were heavier than a book ought to be, and then suddenly, almost as light as air. The journals of Rupert Giles. 

Ash Pierce was charged with investigating the anomoly. Through a maze of clues and coincidence came the final piece of the puzzle: Rupert Giles himself. A man with no family, no history, no tether to this plane of reality. He was a shattered mess when Ash Pierce found him; mumbling about a girl, a Slayer, about vampires and demons and Hellmouths and the ends of all things. Ash returned Giles to the Watcher Council, and when he spoke shibboleth the Council accepted Rupert Giles as one of their own, one lost in time and space, planted upon them by chance or fate. One way or another, it was an opportunity, and resource, they could not pass it up. But while the Council would continue to explore Rupert Giles and those journals, they had other plans for Ash Pierce. 

Namely...Emelia Vance. 

Washington, Ohio's Washington Lee High School was need of a Librarian. A few favors called in by the Council, and the job was Ash's. He was now a High School Librarian; albeit one that was usually impeccably dressed and fashioned as befitted his birth, with a depth of intellect and knowledge unmatched by any academic within days drive. The Council was certain, through whatever mysterious means, that the girl would show up. In the meantime Mr. Pierce would establish himself and gather information on the town and it's less obvious going-ons. Every time something interesting came up, one of several teenagers were never far behind. It didn't take him long to determine their motivations, and their actions. He helped them however he could in ways just large enough to help, but small enough to escape their knowledge. It wasn't long until the Council was proven correct: the girl moved into town with her father. And not just any girl, but a Slayer. Suddenly Ash Pierce had a new obsession. [/color]