Ash Higgins

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ASH HIGGINS

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Ashley Sawyer Higgins
RACE: Human
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 216lbs
BIRTHPLACE: New York

POWERS
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SPECIAL ABILITIES: None! Besides puppy dog eyes.

DETAILS:

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:

Ash is a good looking guy, he's in great shape, and boy, does he know it. He's not obnoxious about it or anything, but he does come off as pretty cocky because of how he looks. He puts a lot of effort into maintaining his physique, hitting the gym every chance he gets, trying to get work outs in as regularly as possible.

His clothing isn't really top designer label stuff. He goes for what's functional, not what's fashionable, though he does have some kind of personal taste when it comes to clothes. He's a fan of leather jackets, denim jeans, and tends to deck himself out in a very '70s-'80s kinda look. It's dated, sure, but he doesn't care, he likes what he likes.

STRENGTHS:

Ash is, despite what many would think, not a dull bulb. He's pretty intelligent, and has shown quite a flair for deductive reasoning, even though he's not fond of mentally taxing stuff because it requires too much focus for too long. Also, he has utterly baffling runs of luck, some would say 'dumb luck'. This has earned him a bit of a reputation on the force as a good luck charm.

When he wants to be, Ash can be charming and suave, not a common thing, not at all, but when he really tries he can lay on the charm pretty thick, but unfortunately for him, it never seems to work when he really needs it to.

WEAKNESSES:

Having quit smoking not too long ago, he's on the patches and gum now, he has a still lingering craving to smoke from time to time. He has a big weakness for women, specifically beautiful women, and while he's too cynical to get drawn in with gold-diggers or con-artists most of the time, that doesn't mean he won't try his luck with the majority of pretty women he meets, and he's been known to let them slide on certain occasions if he gets sufficiently charmed.

Being the funny guy, Ash sometimes has difficulty determining when would be an appropriate time to crack a joke, and he's been berated by his superiors more than once about it. He's also got the aforementioned issue with being challenged, he can sometimes act brashly and without thinking in situations where he thinks he needs to prove himself.

PERSONALITY:
Two words define Ash Higgins pretty well. 'Smart ass'. With a sense of humor like you wouldn't believe and a biting wit to match, it's safe to say Ash probably isn't happy unless he's making a sarcastic or cynical comment, or just being funny in general. He's been described by the people who know him to be a 'likable asshole', and most of the time this sums him up more or less perfectly.

There are times though, humor and wit aside, things have to get serious, and the jokes stop. Well. Not for Ash. Even when in serious crisis situations, he still finds time to crack a joke. It's not really a bravery thing for him, not that he's a coward or anything, he's not 'laughing in the face of danger', more trying to add some humor to an otherwise scary situation.

Despite his tendency to crack wise and joke, Ash can keep a cool head under fire. He's sort of built for the hero thing, even if he doesn't really think it himself at times. His exterior may be one of an immature and smart mouthed asshole, but he really does want to help people and do some good. Ash just... doesn't make a point of telling anybody about it.

HISTORY:

Ashley Higgins is the latest in a long line of cops dating back to the mid 1800s, so you can see that joining the police force was probably an inevitable thing for him. As a kid, he wanted to be an Artist, but his father wouldn't have it.

Then he found out about Noir films. He grew up watching films from the '40s about Private Eyes and all their adventures. So then he wanted to be a P.I. Only by the time he graduated from high school, he'd found out how much, or rather, how little they earned and that most of the time they got hired out to spy on suspected cheating spouses. So that was out.

At his father's urging, he enrolled in the Police Academy, and he did surprisingly well too, despite the fact that his old man had told his buddies who happened to be Ash's teachers and instructors not to go easy on him. Which meant a pretty grueling time all and all.

After graduating from police academy, he got a spot in a precinct, and after a relatively short period of time, worked his way into his bosses' good books with his surprisingly adept police work. Showing some interest in taking the Detective exam, which was encouraged by his dad, he finally decided that being a cop could be his calling after all.

Until after he passed the exam. All the extra work and privilege of becoming a detective didn't do much for him, and he acquired a serious case of cynicism that he would hone pretty finely over the years.

A few years after reaching the rank of Detective, Ash met a girl. Extremely unusual for him, he started a serious relationship with her, and found himself falling for her pretty quickly. "I love yous" were exchanged and they were planning on moving into together.

That was until tragedy struck.

On a quiet walk in the park, the pair were set upon by a vampire. He flung Ash to the ground, cracked his head against a rock and he blacked out. Drinking Ash's girlfriend dry, the vampire was about to do the same to him, but Ash managed to come to and drive him off with his sidearm before he could go for seconds.

Unable to come to terms with what had happened that night, Ash took a leave of absence from the force, doing whatever he could to find out about just what had killed his girlfriend. It didn't take long for him to come across the Occult and, as a result, gain his first inkling of the world of the supernatural.

Learning of the various supernatural evils across the world, Ash trained up, honing his skills and acquiring new ones to help him combat those unseen terrors. He swore that what had happened to his girlfriend would never have to anyone else.

So, he set out to hunt evil, fight demons and pretty much just kill nasty things.

It was during one of these hunts that he came across a psychic named Sophia Ryder. Having been referred to her by a contact when he was seeking certain information, what could have been a once off business type dealing ended up turning into a recurring arrangement. She helped him out on hunts, and over time, they got close, so much so that they began a romantic relationship.

The life wasn't exactly the safest or most stable, but Ash could recognize life when he saw it, and so he proposed to her. She said yes, and now they're happily married. It's kind of different to the norm, what with all the demon hunting excursions, but Ash has never been happier. Even if he is kind of stunned that he finally settled down.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Ash/Rob
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 3 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: I'm a mod!
RP SAMPLE:

Central Park on a weekend. Packed with all sorts, the green of the grass practically blocked out by the sheer amounts of people sitting, lounging, napping, picnicking and generally just taking a break from life. Which was why Ash Higgins was there, to take a break. Well, for ten minutes at least.

He'd nipped out of some sort of investigation they were doing up the street in some crack den, they were looking the place over, trying to find drugs, which come on, wasn't that hard, crack den and all, and he was sitting on a deck chair someone had bought there and being bored off his ass. So he decided he'd rather be bored off his ass with a full stomach. So he went out to get a hot dog.

The hot dog vendor was a bald overweight guy in a vest with some serious pit stains. Sweat stains. Even if it weren't for the stains, he'd know this guy hadn't showered in a while from the stink of B.O.

Yeah, really the kind of smells he wanted to augment his culinary experience. He'd have worried about the guys' hygiene if he didn't know he had the best 'dogs in the Park, and, well, frankly he'd bought food from less clean people. Otherwise he'd have seriously suspected the ketchup would have gone sour from the smell.

Accepting his hot dog, foot long of course, piled high with relish, he took a grateful bite out of it after handing the vendor his cash. Ah... nice. Chewing what he knew probably couldn't be considered meat be tasted good anyway, he smiled.

Finishing off the dog in a few more bites, he was that hungry, he wiped his hands in the napkin provided with the hot dog, then through it and the wrapped into a trash can, licking his lips to make sure they were free of hot dog fix-ins. Right, well, back to the grindstone.

Sighing under his breath, he began to walk back to the investigation, all the while complaining in his head. Why did he have to work on a weekend?

[dean winchester.]

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