Ashley s'était encore endormie sur son canapé. C'était devenu une habitude depuis l'incident à l'extérieur de son club de nuit, et elle avait vraiment oublié à quoi ressemblait son appartement avant d'avoir potentiellement tué quelqu'un. Les comics, les journaux, les imprimés et les livres étaient dispersés dans tout le studio, et Ashley n'en avait lu qu'un tiers. Les derniers articles d'intérêt pour Ashley étaient des journaux, elle s'était assurée d'obtenir un journal tous les jours, et avait lu chacun soigneusement jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait pas un seul mot dont elle n'était pas au courant. Elle traquait toujours deux mots en gros lettres majuscules, en boîte de nuit et en meurtre. Elle n'a jamais eu un jour où elle n'attendait pas qu'un policier frappe à sa porte, ou son téléphone sonne d'un numéro inconnu. Honnêtement, il était surprenant qu'elle n'ait pas encore reçu ou trouvé d'informations concernant l'enquête sur le meurtre et elle n'osait pas essayer de communiquer avec aucun de ses collègues, au cas où le corps de cet homme mort aurait disparu de cette ruelle avant qu'on puisse le trouver. Bien sûr, cette idée n'était pas pratique, mais Ashley ne pouvait pas aider ces pensées irrationnelles qui avaient inondé son esprit pendant les jours qui ont suivi l'incident.
Ce qui se trouvait sous les journaux étaient des livres et des bandes dessinées, un mélange de fiction et de non-fiction. Depuis qu'un couteau s'est mis dans le dos de son propre utilisateur, Ashley ne pouvait s'empêcher de se sentir responsable. La recherche ne lui a pas fourni beaucoup de révélation, bien qu'elle ait laissé entendre qu'elle tentait de recréer ce qui s'était passé. Un autre meurtre n'était pas quelque chose qu'Ashley était tout à fait à l'aise de commettre, si elle était même la coupable, alors au lieu de cela, elle avait simplement essayé de déplacer une tasse à une extrémité du bar à une autre extrémité. Pendant quelques jours, elle a passé des heures à regarder le verre. Sa persévérance a finalement payé, quand soudain la coupe a été brisée verre au pied du réfrigérateur au lieu de se reposer heureux, conservé, sur le comptoir. Elle a ensuite cherché sur Internet, désespérée de trouver un nom précis pour ce qu'elle faisait - mais tout ce qu'elle pouvait vraiment l'étiqueter comme était "Teleportation", qui semblait encore inhabituel, pour dire qu'elle possédait la capacité de téléporter et aussi que c'était ce qu'elle pouvait faire. Le lendemain d'avoir trouvé ce nom pour son "pouvoir", elle a tenté de se téléporter, car elle pouvait se rappeler qu'elle a fait quelque chose de similaire cette nuit-là aussi. Il a été assez réussi, bien qu'elle a presque fini par buter la tête un mur dans le processus.
En raison de ses enquêtes sur l'incident à la boîte de nuit, et de son pouvoir nouvellement découvert, elle n'avait pas passé beaucoup de temps à socialiser, ou à prêter attention à la ville en développement qui entourait sa demeure. Elle était sûre qu'un couple s'était installé de l'autre côté du couloir, bien qu'ils ne se soient jamais croisés et qu'Ashley était trop à l'aise pour les accueillir sans avoir l'air méfiant. Par conséquent, Ashley était devenue son propre super-héros personnel, exploitant son propre pouvoir dans la vie privée pour bénéficier d'elle-même. Pourquoi marcher jusqu'au frigo pour avoir à manger alors que vous pouvez tout d'un coup être là? Pourquoi revenir ensuite au canapé avec cette nourriture alors que vous pouvez simplement vous asseoir dans une affaire d'un seul mouvement? Son excès de pouvoir l'a amenée à se sentir nausée fréquemment, et elle avait donc commencé à prendre beaucoup de médicaments, mais elle avait décidé que son pouvoir la la laissait sensible à une variante du mal du mouvement. Sa vie avait soudainement changé, passant d'un socialite barman à un ermite, et étrangement, elle ne l'avait pas mise en place. Elle n'avait pas été dérangée, personne n'avait vraiment essayé de la sonner, en plus des conversations avec ses parents où elle avait fait de son mieux pour paraître calme et occupée. Mais il n'y avait pas eu de véritable interruption dans sa vie, mais ce matin, quand elle s'était réveillée sur le canapé dans son salon, il lui a fallu quelques minutes pour vraiment traiter ce qui l'avait vraiment réveillée, et c'était une très forte impatiente qui frappait à la porte.
Name: Ashley Washington
Nicknames: "Ash"
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Place of Origin: Chicago, Illinois
Occupation: Bartender
Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable): Teleportation -
Ashley has the ability to teleport objects and herself from one location to another. However, due to the manifestation of the power being fairly recent and thus she has a lack of control, she can only move herself and other things in sight to a new location. For example, she'd be able to teleport a kettle out of the room if she was in a kitchen, but she couldn't teleport a kettle into the bedroom if it wasn't in sight. Frequent abuse of her power, as she has discovered, results in nausea and dizziness and she could possibly pass out if she persists after these symptoms arise. Teleportation is silent and the distances she can transport herself and objects is still reasonably short.
Psychological Profile & History:
Ashley's life is nothing to be talked about for centuries to come. She has no "sob story", or a dark childhood. Her parents were her parents, and she was their daughter. She was a very good daughter, at that. There were arguments, sure, as should there be in any family. If you were to ask Ashley's parents they'd struggle to find any really severe issue with their beloved daughter, and Ashley would struggle to find any real issue with her parents.
Her social life was very typical also, she got along with most people at school and slipped into a clique that suited her interests. By no means was she the most popular girl in school, and she received the occasional verbal abuse by bullies, but once again, nothing truly happened to her that could be defined as traumatic or severe. Ashley was quite an ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life. Once she finished High School she went to College, and studied English. She received her degree, escaped her parents, and was set free into the world of adulthood.
She spent a year or so struggling to get employed, and scraping by with just amount money to pay the rent and bills. It was only the perverted eye of a club owner that finally landed her with the job behind a bar serving drinks that she possesses. Nothing dark happened between her and her boss, he just enjoyed having eye candy that he could occasionally inspect whilst he mingled in his club every night. Ashley was fully aware of her boss' sexist and perverted outlook on life, but the job was well paid - and so she remained until her power was manifested.
First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
The night behind the bar had been a slow one. The music had been annoyingly loud throughout the whole night and Ashley had a throbbing headache. Some of the club-goers had also been major pains in the asses, complaining about the "service" despite their being over a dozen other people herding around the bar expecting their drink as soon as they demand it. Ashley had persevered the bullshit however, reluctantly smiling apologetically whenever a customer wasn't satisfied as she handed them their drink. Something that was easy to identify for her however was that her boss had befriended someone that she could only describe as "shady", he wore a tracksuit, had messy facial hair and looked generally unclean.
Throughout the night Ashley's boss had kept nodding to her and prodding a finger whilst speaking to this shady individual, and Ashley had tried her best to ignore it and act like she was completely unaware of how she was being judged like a caged animal at a zoo. She sighed out of relief when the night ended with no fights, and no repercussions from the strange looks her boss' new friend had been giving her every other minute of the evening. Once she was finally finished with work she quickly escaped out of the backdoor of the club and into the alleyway, the weight of the loud and agitating music had been lifted off of her senses and she no longer felt suffocated. Ashley embraced the fresh air, breathing in and out of her nose before she felt something or someone quite forcefully push up behind her. "Hi." She heard a rough, husky voice breathe into her ear from behind.
The grasp on her arms was quite tight and she had no chance of defence against the presumed threat that was now behind her. She was spun around quite quickly and her worries were confirmed. The man that had been talking to her boss all night had her in his hands, and she had no idea what was about to happen to her. He shoved her backwards towards one of the alleyway walls, but she fell backwards against the concrete below before she could reach it. Her head was spinning, the loud music, the fall, and the shock of what had unfolded so quickly had thrown her into a state of bewilderment. Luckily she was able to allow herself to cry out but she was silenced abruptly when the man fell on top of her and dug his knee into her stomach, cutting her off. She pushed up in desperation, trying to haul the bulky individual off of herself. That was when the glint of metal caught her eye. He had a knife. She panicked, desperately shoving and punching at the physically superior body, hoping somehow that her attempts of survival were fruitless. The man brought the knife up and backwards, ready to punish Ashley for her resistance - and Ashley knew now that she didn't have long left.
There was the sound of skin being separated by the sharp blade, but the sound of agony escaped the man's lips instead of hers. Ashley opened her eyes, hardly realising that she had shut them out of fear. The man's mouth and eyes were wide open, as if he'd just been told the most shocking news of all, but he was also noticeably limp. Ashley had little time to react before the man fell clumsily on top of her, and because of this she was able to identify a brown handle sticking out of the man's back. A knife. She diverted her gaze to the man's hands, and saw that he no longer had his weapon of choice in his grasp either. She felt her stomach churn and the vomit rising up to her throat then suddenly she was stood upright on both feet, staring at the limp body that was only moments before on top of her. Ashley swallowed, trying to prevent herself from vomiting, and she turned and ran - abandoning the scene. At the time she wasn't able to truly process what'd happened that night, but she couldn't fight away the thoughts that insisted that perhaps she had killed that man that night.