Asher giggled. “That was mean of him. What did he look like?” The soft boy inquired, cupping his freckled face in his palms and resting his elbows on the sandy shore. His pale hair was already almost dry, not holding any water. Asher looked like a harmless young boy, but he was a little older than he looked, about 16. No one ever believed him when he said his age.
Asher’s gaze suddenly averted, following it to a middle aged man, who was short and quite thin. He was much taller than Asher, though. Asher smiled widely at the blue-grey haired man, whom didn’t notice him. He just continued his stroll in his Camp Hellbound Tee.
Asher’s gaze suddenly averted, following it to a middle aged man, who was short and quite thin. He was much taller than Asher, though. Asher smiled widely at the blue-grey haired man, whom didn’t notice him. He just continued his stroll in his Camp Hellbound Tee.
He looks at the other camper, in the camp hellhound tee as he decides to walk over, following the one known as asher.
Curious about him as he sighs softly, walking as his unique eyes view him, they study his every little movement, studying his body's healthstate.
Curious about him as he sighs softly, walking as his unique eyes view him, they study his every little movement, studying his body's healthstate.
Asher saw a white haired male approaching him and the lake so with a flick of the tail his legs were back and he climbed out of the water. His clothes were surprisingly dry, asides from his tee. He shook the excess water from his hair and face and tidied up. He recognized him as one of the counselors who worked for his dad. Dr. Richenbocker was it? He smiled and waved.
"Yes it is.....I wanted to ask you about that scar.....and I really should get to know the campers more, beside seeing them as test subjects, so that is what will happen.....alright" he said in an annoyed tone of voice
“Oh this...” he said near silently, looking over upon his scaled shoulder, tracing the twisting scar down his arm. “When I was really little, a man tried to kidnap me. I fought back, of course. His knife twisted down my arm and I almost died, was in the hospital for weeks. Then my dad decided his old summer camp should be something better and he turned it into a safe place for powered kids like us.” Asher tried to smile, but it was a bit forced.
"That is interesting, tho not to be rude but I sometimes forget what it is like to be able to.....almost die or even to suffer from a wound" he says as he sits down "how old are you.....hobbies...... family life"
“I’m Sixteen,” He said, knowing good and well he looked much younger. “My Dad is a siren named Izzak Koi, the Camp Director and my mom is also a siren/ash spirit who lives deep in the sea with my brother.” He went on, shrugging. “I like to swim, and garden, I have to wear a special mask when I garden because I have asthma.” Asher explained.
Adonis saw the doctor walk off to talk to the siren, so he decided to go and explore the woods. Yes, a great idea indeed. Don’t get kidnapped Adonis. Please- You just got back from the infirmary. He’s not listening oh no. Adonis entered the woods.
"Alright then....well I am 20......in appearence, I am in fact immortal, I have a unique ability in my eyes that allows me to diagnose someone by sight alone, also see every single detail of said patient." He says as he looks to Asher "and my hobbies.....not important and always changing....I dont really like or dislike anything.
I was born human and had no family from the beginning"
I was born human and had no family from the beginning"
“Awwh- that’s a cool power.” He sighed. “I can only turn half fish in the water, and turn things to ash. Even out of water I’m covered in mostly scales,” Asher groaned. He was indeed, from his shoulders down entirely covered in light grey scales with black dotted here and there like the freckles on his face. He also had a small fin going down his spine, fading out near his tail bone and reappearing on the outside of either calf. Asher wore a dark blue Camp Hellbound shirt and some kinda short shorts. His scales legs shimmered in the evening sun. It was getting a little late.
"It really isnt, I am weak, I cant die even if was impaled through the head, and my eyes made everyone leave me......." he sighs heavily "wanna come with me to the clinic, I need to take care of some papers
Asher smiled, “Uhm, sure I guess.” The male rocked back and forth. “So you know my dad is the director of the camp, right? Well, how long have you known him?” Asher asked, ready to follow after.
He begins walking to the clinic "let me see....I rather not go into specifics, I am bad with dates but I was being hunted down and all, so who knows, he has stabbed me before after hearing of my immortality, one of the strongest forms of immortality that so unkillable"
Asher clicked his tongue and thought of Dr. Richenbocker and his Dad fighting. Hmm. Yeah, seems about right. Asher moved on ahead of Dr. Richenbocker. “Why did you say you thought of us campers as test subjects earlier?” He inquired, looking back at the other white haired male with a small smile. Asher loved everything and everyone and it’s cute.
"I naturally think of everyone as a test subject, gives me some fulfillment in my immortal life, if you want you can stab me too....Not like I care, you father sis it for fun sometimes."
“Sorry, I don’t stab things. Blood freaks me out.” He replied simply, crossing his arms. “You were talking with Adonis earlier, right?” Asher asked, fidgeting slightly. Maybe something was up between the two campers. Drama? Maybe.
"Yes he was injured so I patched him up" he says coldly as they soon arrive at the clInc, opening the door and heading inside, he sits down at his desk, relaxing.
“What!? He was injured. How?” Asher yelped, voice quickened. “How bad? Is he okay?” He bombarded the doctor wit questions, rocking back and forth impatiently. Asher’s gaze flickered at an uneven pace, at every which side of the room. Any clues to what happened to his friend.
"Sorry I cant tell you about other patients, other then he was injured,now sit down, you want some booze....or tea" he says as he removes it glasses cleaning them
“I’m underage-“ Asher pointed out, a stickler for the rules as always. “So tea. Can you at least tell me how bad he was hurt?” He pleaded. “I’ll help you clean or something,” he offered.
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