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[heading]An inexperienced, self-conscious boy with the demeanor of a virgin princess.[/heading]
His demeanor isn't the only thing that's virgin.[/center]

[quote=Ash]
Ash is a quiet sort, and as much as he tries, he is not very good at the whole [i]social[/i] thing. He's self conscience, overthinks things and is easily embarrassed; the opposite of what you might expect from a boy his age, and make no mistake-he is a boy. Most people are self conscious about their bodies in at least one way, but for Ash it's the whole thing. He's waifish rather than muscled, smooth where he should be sharp, short when he should be tall and perky where he really shouldn't be. But he has no control over any of that, of how people see him. Sure, he keeps his hair a little longer than necessary, too, but that's because finding somebody who can do a good job cutting it is pretty time consuming, and he spends a lot of time already working at the bar. It doesn't help that he gets bigger tips when he lets his hair grow out, and plays along with the new faces that think he's just a barmaid; he rarely ever sees them again, and they don't stick around long enough to spread rumor or cause him any trouble. But even when done in jest, those little performances and white lies had an effect on Ash. He would catch himself giggling girlishly at jokes, fake-swooning at compliments and all too often forgetting to correct people who referred to him as [b]girl[/b] or [b]lady[/b], even when it wasn't just for the extra tips on the side.

[center]His demeanor was about as masculine as a frilly pink ribbon, to his frequent embarrassment.[/center]

But he's supposed to be a [i]man[/i]. He didn't want people to make a double-take when he passed them on the street, drunks to proposition him thinking he was just some easy-going girl, women to laugh when he had feelings for them or other men to dismiss him as some sort of sensitive flower. It made him a little angry whenever they did, but he'd never show it. He was too nice to do that, too worried that he'd make the wrong impression. That was another issue he had, he just wasn't tough enough to be a manly man. He knew that; he'd looked at himself in the mirror enough times to know he wasn't like other men, and he knew other people thought the same thing. But he never accepted it. He couldn't, because giving up meant that he'd never be able to move on, it'd mean that it'd be even harder to make friends, even harder to work and live and maybe one day fall in love like all the other people he knew that had already settled down with people they care about. Ash wasn't very masculine or tough, but he was determined to keep on going and at least pretend that he was tough, no matter how much flak he got for looking a bit girlish, how many sideways glances he got from people who didn't know any better or how many times people had ditched him because he wasn't a big enough man.

Anyway, even if he was a girl, weren't blonde's supposed to be careless and have no self awareness? At the very least he knew he didn't fall in to that category. He knew how effeminate he was, and knew exactly what everybody thought when they saw him. It was mostly negative. It always made him angry. But he knew to keep it to himself. A man doesn't let words and thoughts hurt him, but all Ash could do was not let it look like they hurt him.

He knew some men and women looked at him and weird, and how [b]dirty[/b] their thoughts could be, but they stopped looking at him funny when they realized that he'd somehow tricked them. Maybe he'd meet somebody that did keep thinking [b]naughty[/b] things when they found out, though. It'd be nice to find somebody that liked him for [u]who he was[/u], rather than [u]who he should be[/u]. Ash wouldn't care what was between their legs, so long as they liked him. At least, he wouldn't care until those legs were either side of his head. At that point, knowing what he was dealing with was probably a good idea, even if he did like surprises.[/quote]

[collapse=Basic Info]Name: Ash Hadley
[b]Gender:[/b] Male (Trap/Femboy/???)
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual; I'm here to slurp dicks and kiss vulva, and I'm all out of both. B-but Ash hasn't done either, so...
[b]Age:[/b] 22, appearing a few years younger than that
[b]Setting:[/b] Fantasy, up for discussion though!
[b]Appearance:[/b] Ash is short for a boy, topping out at just under five and a half foot. He is best described as slim, maybe a bit lithe, with very little muscle definition and fair lily-white skin. His arms are on the thinner side and end in smooth, slightly flushed hands with delicate slender fingers and neatly clipped nails. If not for his diminutive mounds topped with darker peach-colored nipples, he would be all but flat chested; and if not for his prominent hips, supple thighs and perky ass, he might walk with less of a gait. His body hair is very fine, very blonde and very much so carefully maintained. Other than the blonde-gold tuft of trimmed hair above his uncut, shaven shaft, Ash's, legs, chest, back and rear are hairless, as is all bit the pits of his arms. His shoulder-length creamy-gold hair is kept tied in a pony tail, his blue eyed soft-featured face framed with luscious locks that often need to be brushed aside, his usual expression one of cocky-cheer; reflecting his impulsive but kindhearted personality. See reference images for an idea of what I'm going for ([i]super original[/i], right?)
[b]Status/Role:[/b] Mostly bottom and looking for somebody to hold his reins and control the pace.
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