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[sub][h3]summary[/h3][/sub]
[indent]An up and coming model, singer, songwriter, author, dancer, artist, and actor with their fingers in one too many pies.[/indent]
[sub][h3]brief history[/h3][/sub]
[indent]Born to a down-on-their-luck couple in Brooklyn, NY, Ashely's life growing up wasn't anything spectacular. Both of their parents worked dead-end jobs most days, so they were often left in the homes of family friends, cheap daycare services, and, occasionally, the lap of their grandmother, who they started affectionately calling Nonna by the time they were able to speak. Nonna was a hardworking and impatient woman, even in her old age, but she always made time for Ashely when they came along. 

Despite being in the midst of writing a memoir (and people wonder where Ashley gets their narcissism from), Nonna would often sit down with Ashely and spin tales of her time as an actress and model when she used to live in California. They would watch her films together, or just general classic Hollywood flicks until Ash's parents came to pick them up. Those few days, where Ashley would stay from seven in the morning till seven at night, surrounded by tap dancing and singing and acting, were the seeds that would eventually grow into the tree that was Ashley's life.

The Rowe family moved to Chelsea, Massachusetts when Ashely was about nine, leaving Nonna behind as they sought cheaper rent and better job opportunities. Ash was disheartened but never faltered in their dreams. Throughout most of their school life, Ashley was a social butterfly. Where they failed in passing grades and below average interest in their education they more than made up for in a plethora of friends and an attachment to the artsy side of learning. Ashley was attentive to teach themself everything their Nonna had known in her lifetime, so they auditioned for every play, took every musical elective they could, and spent their nights studying the greats and begging their mom and dad to take dance lessons on the side. A lack of money made many of Ashley's dreams cloudy, so they took up working two after-school jobs once they were old enough and soon began paying their own way into classes and lessons to strengthen their talents. The movie musical died years ago, but that didn't matter; Ash now dreamt of Broadway.

Home was a mess. Their mother and father were either never around or too nosy to deal with. Mother was fretful, father was cold. Still, they urged for Ash to get scholarships, to save money for college. They wanted Ash to be first. And Ash couldn’t handle it— so they lied. Lied, said they were going, moved out, and tried hard not to look back.

They honestly didn't really even bother to notice their strings until after they (barely) graduated high school. Rose-colored dreams of returning to New York and leaving misty old Massachusetts behind became muddled as money once again chained them down to the ground. That was when they started to think of the strings, but the curiosity lasted only as long as he could block out nonna's cries to "forget about the boys!". Some sort of stubborn id came into effect then, and Ash suddenly denounced the all-important red thread as a "distraction". Still, if anyone approaches them with friendship or sex and the colors happened to correspond, they wouldn't turn them away. Red, though, that color was too much for a star on the rise to deal with. Despite these thoughts, Ash settled down in Boston as peer requested by [i]someone[/i] and is planning to work their butt off to get back to New York as soon as possible.  [/indent]
[sub][h3]strings[/h3][/sub]
[indent][color=d10c2a]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
[color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾 𝓗𝓸𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓽𝔃[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
[color=a169f2]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓲[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]The one person who is connected to me that I see far too often... I suppose they were right about something related to these stupid things, though; this is a relationship best left with no strings attached[/i].[/sup]
[color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓞'𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Twinkle toes. He thinks he is [i]so[/i] much better than me, and I know it! I'll take him down at the next recital, just you wait[/i].[/sup]
[color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓩𝓸𝓮𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓭𝓪[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
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[sub][h3]other information[/h3][/sub]
[indent]dialogue colour: [color=F4D467]F4D467[/color]
faceclaim: LaQuann
theme song: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPXIgEAGe4U]High Hopes by P!aTD[/url] + [url=https://open.spotify.com/user/liriiaaaa/playlist/5DIBhV8JVomIrImFNSCG6H?si=r2VavTsWS_quBiLk80L3QA]Playlist[/url][/indent]

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[sub][h3]summary[/h3][/sub]
[indent]Judith is a mother first, a medievalist second, and she is much too busy with all of her work to be bothered by such fickle things like strings![/indent]
[sub][h3]brief history[/h3][/sub]
[indent]Judith is born and raised in central Boston and has always been a sucker for the more [i]medieval[/i] side of things. Living with librarian parents ensured that she was raised among books and pamphlets, and by the time she was ten she was reading full novels with little guidance. Her love for older things came from her old brownstone apartment in the city, wherein she was often told stories of how it is one of the few remaining buildings from before the modernization of the city began. From then on, Judith sought old knowledge, and this drive brought her to the lands of medieval literature, texts, and dead, dead languages that were just begging her to memorize.

She was a natural in language arts and floated through high school and eight years of college with generally favorable memories. Of course, it was after she received her Ph.D. when she met Robert. Though they had no strings attached, he pampered her with compliments and drinks and love for about three years. The pregnancy was accidental, as were most of Robert's tantrums and verbal abuse (or so he used to say). They split before [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/683bb75f0311e67a8f3e0acd3fe2b424/tumblr_inline_mgu0gevKJF1r1yj84.gif]Milicent[/url] was born, leaving Judith to raise her young daughter alone in her cold, book-filled apartment.

Help from her still living mother and friends made raising the baby girl easy, and more time alone allowed Judith to really understand herself to the point of eventually coming out as gay. Now, five years after her baby girl's birth, Judith is working as both a translator and professor at a prestigious university in Boston alongside friends and enemies alike. She is happy, if not a little bit lonely looking, and, as always, has no time to bother worrying about stupid little strings.  [/indent]
[sub][h3]strings[/h3][/sub]
[indent][color=d10c2a]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
[color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓲 𝓦𝓪𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
[color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓼𝓸𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Drinking buddy, tough-as-shit, feminist-- she's meeting all of my standards![/i].[/sup]
[color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓛𝓵𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Well, when he isn't babysitting my kid he is writing asinine papers that I can't help but respond to. I suppose this is what one would call a case of friendly rivalry.[/i].[/sup]
[color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup]
[color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓘𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓪[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color]
[sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup][/indent]

[sub][h3]other information[/h3][/sub]
[indent]dialogue colour: [color=C7EEF0]C7EEF0[/color]
faceclaim: N/A
theme song: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUs_J_IqQOs]St. Jude by Florence + The Machine[/url][/indent]

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