#ashbio

biography -

tw // former drug-dealing, gang-related violence, mouth injury

No one knows where Ash was born, or to whom, but he was found at 9 years old, walking barefoot in the woods outside of Ormiston, Saskatchewan. The farmers who happened upon the lost and freezing kid brought him in for a warm meal and got him a thick blanket. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - talk, and no one recognized him. Without the means to keep him on, he was sent off to work and live with other unfortunate orphaned children in a workhouse in North Dakota.

Ash got a name over time. He was sent off as an extra stablehand, a manure shoveler, a miner. No one wanted him in their family, but they could use his sheer force. Ash rarely spoke, but he collected stories from other teens. Tucked them away for some day.

At 18, Ash was sent off on his own. He’d created his name into something resembling a normal one - Ashwin Blythe. Ashwin to sound more credible for work. Blythe, after the boy in Anne of Green Gables, a book he'd become fond of after learning late in his teens how to read. An aimless wanderer much like when he’d been found as a child. This time, he had workable hands and the conviction of someone desperate to make money and survive. On his own, be damned. Solitary was fine.

He works where they’ll have him. Permanent callouses on his hands by 20. Often the coal scooper on the train, the gas station attendant. He slowly travels inward - an elongated tour of the United States.

At 30, he’s servicing cars in a podunk little town in Minnesota. Drugs are passed around and he watches it all from under a broken Chevy or behind a dinging cash register. He’s given hush money. Pulled in without ever confirming his interest. Soon he’s carrying it to places outside of town. Tucking grams into old work gloves and appearing for hand-offs. He sees handguns tucked into the backs of jeans. Knives on holsters off worn leather belts.

It’s all unofficial, and when he finally gets a new job at 36, he’s passed a bundle of cash to keep quiet - something Ash has never had a problem with. But something slips. Something changes.

He meets someone at a bar - a someone who entices him to talk. Stories of his younger years, funny anecdotes. And out comes his time at the gas station. It’s the first person Ash trusts to open up to. Someone he sees for months and months after.

At 39, Ash is working in Wisconsin when familiar forms come streaming out of a car. Four men attack him - and he's beaten and tortured.

The warning is unforgettable. After a hacking had been done of his tongue with a knife, Ash leaves town- leaves the state. He finds a motel in Colorado that doesn’t ask questions. He works for his room. Mute and spooked, he does his job well. Soon enough, he’s taking on new responsibilities, and managing it all.

Ever trustworthy, ever diligent, Ash once again moves up. All the while, he meets many who come in and out. With more money, he can help others- and he does. He looks out for those in need and he gives them refuge in free rooms. Extra blankets, towels, first-aid kits. He appears sometimes when they least expect it- but when they most need it.

At age 52, Ash owns the whole motel, too.

biography -

tw // former drug-dealing, gang-related violence, mouth injury

No one knows where Ash was born, or to whom, but he was found at 9 years old, walking barefoot in the woods outside of Ormiston, Saskatchewan. The farmers who happened upon the lost and freezing kid brought him in for a warm meal and got him a thick blanket. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - talk, and no one recognized him. Without the means to keep him on, he was sent off to work and live with other unfortunate orphaned children in a workhouse in North Dakota.

Ash got a name over time. He was sent off as an extra stablehand, a manure shoveler, a miner. No one wanted him in their family, but they could use his sheer force. Ash rarely spoke, but he collected stories from other teens. Tucked them away for some day.

At 18, Ash was sent off on his own. He’s created his name into something resembling a normal one - Ashwin Blythe. Ashwin to sound more credible for work. Blythe, after the boy in Anne of Green Gables. An aimless wanderer much like when he’d been found as a child. This time, he had workable hands and the conviction of someone desperate to make money and survive. On his own, be damned. Solitary was fine.

He works where they’ll have him. Permanent callouses on his hands by 20. Often the coal scooper on the train, the gas station attendant. He slowly travels inward - an elongated tour of the United States.

At 30, he’s servicing cars in a podunk little town in Minnesota. Drugs are passed around and he watches it all from under a broken Chevy or behind a dinging cash register. He’s given hush money. Pulled in without ever confirming his interest. Soon he’s carrying it to places outside of town. Tucking grams into old work gloves and appearing for hand-offs. He sees handguns tucked into the backs of jeans. Knives on holsters off worn leather belts.

It’s all unofficial, and when he finally gets a new job at 36, he’s passed a bundle of cash to keep quiet - something Ash has never had a problem with. But something slips. Something changes.

He meets someone at a bar - a someone who entices him to talk. Stories of his younger years, funny anecdotes. And out comes his time at the gas station. It’s the first person Ash trusts to open up to. Someone he sees for months and months after.

At 39, Ash is working in Wisconsin when familiar forms come streaming out of a car. Four men attack him - and he's not only beaten and tortured, but bitten.

The warning is unforgettable. After a hacking had been done of his tongue with a knife, and he's been turned by a werewolf, Ash leaves town- leaves the state. He finds a motel in Oregon that doesn’t ask questions. He works for his room. Mute and spooked, he does his job well. Soon enough, he’s managing it all. By 40, his resume looks… okay.

Ever trustworthy, ever diligent, Ash once again moves up. All the while, he meets many who come in and out. He takes note of other werewolves, and he gives them refuge when they need it. Those who have been bitten themselves, those who have nowhere to go.

Over time, he is pulled further into the pack. And when the older alpha dies, Ash is the quick and obvious successor.

At age 52, Ash owns the whole motel, too.