ASH, Nicola Tatum

[Tatum Nicola Ash]

let's meet the puppet bby...

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SING A SONG THE OLD MAN HATES
then you'll feel alive

»BIRTH NAME• Tatum Nicola Ash
»NAME• Tate, Nikki, Cuptate (I had to)
»AGE• 14
»PLAYBY• Nicola Peltz
»GRADE• freshman
»SEXUALITY• straight
»BORN ON• April 13th, 1996

COVER UP WITH MAKEUP
in the mirror

»RACE• Canadian
»HEIGHT• 5'1"
»SCALE• 91 lbs.
»EYES• hazel/green
»HAIR• Tate's hair is light brown with slightly lighter highlights. It is wavy on the bottom, and she rarely puts it up, and if it is, its in 2 braids.It falls to about the bottom of her shoulder blades.
»DISTINGUISHING FEATURES• Her laugh. It kind of sounds like a hyperventilating mouse. She rarely laughs, anyway.
»TATTOO'S• one little one on her wrist, of a bleeding rose.
»CLOTHES• She wears casual clothes, a t-shirt, jeans, converse. It is most likely black all the time.
»MEMBER GROUP•Scenester

I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING
a big smile on my face

»STRENGTHS•
Her attitude. The way she mocks people and insults them in her own little devious way.

Her sarcasm. She makes a joke of anything, and is quite the mean one.

The fear of her. Some people are scared of her because of her puns and insults. Others don't give a crap about it.
»WEAKNESSES•
Loneliness. She has no friends, and no one would want to.

Her clique. Shes at the bottom of the food chain.
»LOVES•

• Insulting
  
• Puns
  
• Messing with populars
  
• The color black
  
• Music
  
• Quiet places
  
• Writing poems and stories
  

»HATES•

• Being out-dissed
  
• school
  
• people
  
• Her life
  
• Crowds
  
• Laughing
  

»SECRET(S)•

• Inside, she is extremely lonely and sad.
  
• She writes stories based on herself.
  

»QUIRKS/HABITS•[/b]

• chewing on her hair
  
• closing her eyes when frustrated
  
• talking fast when shes angry
  

»PERSONALITY•[/b]
Tatum is rude, snappy, and just wants everyone who bothers her to blow up in flames. She hates people who talk back, which is odd, because she talks back a LOT. She is barely noticed, and never gets picked by teachers. They know she wont get the question right. She never listens in class. She doesn't even get a report card. She plays the piano when shes frustrated, and only plays with her eyes closed. Without them closed, she can't even play a note. She keeps her piano skills a secret, because even if its good criticism, she hates it.

I TOOK THE CHEMICALS
we used to make our chemistry

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»MOTHER• Marissa Ash
»FATHER• Spencer Ash
»SIBLINGS• Blake, 19.
»BITTERSWEET HISTORY•
Tatum was born in Canada, but soon moved to New York after her father got a new job. She lived in a tiny 2 bedroom apartment, so she shared a bed with her brother. She didn't like the apartment, she barely had any room for playing. Her brother and her were close, they would give their lives for each other. When she was 9, her mother and father got into a fight, and they would have little fights through out years. Blake would try to stop them, but he was too scared to interfere with his parents. One night, when Tatum was 11, Blake ran and pushed his father into a wall, and screamed at his mother to stop. He burst out crying, and they stopped, but then the divorce happened a week after. Tatum and Blake lived with their dad. He died of a heart attack when Tatum was 12, a year after, and her mom was not found. Tatum then lived with her brother, who worked part-time to take care of them.

RPG SAMPLE• Calpurnia sighed and dipped her feet into the water of San Marcos river. She smiled, and thought about her 7 brothers working on the farm. She wasn't exactly allowed to be at the river, but the reason she was, was because she has her own room, where the boys had to share one. They would tattle tale in a red hot second if she was caught. Calpurnia slipped into the water of the river, smiling and laying on her back, floating. She loved to go to the river and just think, think about what it was like in her hometown, in Virginia. Nevada was too hot for her family, and working for 8 hours on a farm can be quite hard when your 11 years old. It was the summer, and it was blazing hot. In the hundreds, most likely.

All of a sudden, Calpurnia heard her brother's- Clay, the 2nd eldest- coming. Calpurnia scrambled to get out of the water, but it was too late. Clay shouted her name, and began screaming at her about how much trouble she'd be in. Gosh darnit, I almost had it! Calpurnia thought, as her brother dragged her off back to the farm, where the other 6 brothers waited. Her father came up with a stern look on his face. He looked her up and down at her sopping wet clothes. She began to plead forgiveness, and her brother stood and chuckled, clearly amused. Her father cut her off and sent her to her room to change. She quickly changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work on the fields. Eight more hours of treacherous toils, She muttered.

She began to plow the fields, quickly getting out of breath. She stopped at the halfway point and leaned on the tool. She wiped her forehead and groaned, looking at the un-plowed dirt ahead of her. She had a lot more work to do, and she had used up 3 hours. If she didn't get this finished, extra work would be added to tomorrows work. She absolutely did not want that. She worked on, until she finally collapsed on the dirt, wheezing. She called her eldest brother, Darren, to switch jobs. He agreed, and Calpurnia ran to the barn and began to brush the horses. She smiled to herself. Finally, she enjoyed her job.

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