Post by GIOVONNI ASHTON on Feb 26, 2013 10:39:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #fb5457 solid; border-bottom: 10px #fb5457 solid;] ASHTON GIOVONNI townsperson; animal shop owner this character is played by mylk PERSONAL INFORMATION NICKNAME: gio, vee, AGE: twenty-four GENDER: male SEXUALITY: straight PLAYBY: greece - hetalia PERSONALITY INFORMATION POSITIVE: NEGATIVE: LIKES: DISLIKES: OTHER INFORMATION HISTORY: Giovonni has a slightly, tangled past. He was born on the third day of Winter in Pastoria itself but for some reason was put up for adoption not long after he was born. Reason being that his mother was the daughter of the owner of the Animal Shop and much too young to have a kid herself. She didn’t think that she could do a good job of raising him herself so he got stuck in the system. As he got older it was one home after another. Sometimes they would even change his name and tell him that no longer was he Gio but now his name was Alex or Garrett or any number of things. He started to get frustrated with this and by the age of six refused to speak to anyone. Taking to silence or just staring at them. This caused him to get shuffled around in the system even more and caused him to withdraw further. He became shy and hard to work with. It seemed as if he was destined to be shuffled from one foster home to another until one day a strange couple came in looking to adopt. They were travelers, gypsies of sorts, though they wouldn’t let the government know that when they were trying to adopt a child. Emilia and Rocher Ashton were perfectly qualified to have a child, they just lived a slightly unconventional life. Gio was seven or eight at the time when they came around and took him in. He fought with them, threw temper tantrums and would refuse to eat knowing that they would just take him back in the end. Instead though they showed him the patience and understanding he had never gotten from any of the other families that had tried to take him. They gave him a pen and paper, taught him how to write and how to draw. He especially liked drawing. They taught Gio all sorts of things like the constellations and how to tell if a plant was edible or not. All the while they traveled along in their wagon home. He learned how to keep the books pretty easily and while his mother would dance for money his father would sell medicines that they made from gathering supplies on the road. The life wasn’t easy but it was one that the boy was starting to enjoy. He still didn’t speak though despite his parent’s gentle requests and soon they just stopped asking him to at all. Making due with whistles for signals and notes written down on a paper pad. As he got older though curiosity started to take over and he asked more and more about who his birth mother was. Emilia and Rocher were unable to answer these questions. By the time he had come into their lives he had been through so many foster homes the paper work was almost a mile long. Eventually though they tracked down at the very least the name of the town where he had been born. Feeling that they owed it to their son they traveled to that town and started asking questions. They found out that there indeed had been a baby given up for adoption by a rancher’s daughter and that Gio would be around the proper age for it. When they asked where the woman was the only thing that they were given was directions to the local cemetery. A few months prior there had been a horrible fire at the ranch and Gio’s birth mother had been trapped inside. They visited the cemetery and then the ranch and Gio was offered the deed. It was technically his since his mother had owned it and there was no other heir. He declined the offer at first, offering only to fix the place up for someone else to take care of. He wouldn’t leave his parents alone on the road when they were starting to get older. They needed him more than this town did. He spent two months rebuilding the place with his father, building it into the simple dream home he found himself thinking about every once in a while. He found himself wanting to stay in the town, to try and honor his birth mother by keeping her ranch and her shop running. But he was determined that he wouldn’t leave the people who had raised him and taught him so much. He owed them too. The couple weren’t completely oblivious to his wants though. More often than not they caught him staring wistfully at the fields that were his by birth. Finally it was the night before departure and after Gio fell asleep his mother and father came in and kissed him on the forehead like they did every night when he was a child. In his sleep Gio vaguely remembered hearing his mother whisper to him. ”Be a good boy my Gio.” They left in the middle of the night, like gypsies are often apt to do. Leaving a note on the table for Gio to find when he woke up along with the rest of his belongings out of the wagon. He woke up late on that day, his mother hadn’t come in and roused him from sleep and as he stumbled into the kitchen he noticed that it was strangely quiet. His mother wasn’t singing in the kitchen and his father wasn’t humming along and tapping his foot. Confused he grabbed the note from the table and started to read; Dear Gio, FEARS: HOBBIES: by rimy ♥ of btn! |
