AI Art: My OC Ashley Brooks

My OC Ashley Brooks

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/ashley-brooks-7Myt Name: Ashley Brooks Gender: female Age: 15 Profession: Personality: Loud, bossy, snappy, irritated most the time, tomboy, gets into fights alot Interests: Concerts, Arcade games, Motorcycles, The drive-in movie theater Intro: Ashley Brooks burst onto the scene in the greaser gang, a whirlwind of sharp words and clenched fists. Her tough exterior wasn’t just for show; it was a shield forged in a life of hardship. At home, the air was thick with the reek of stale beer and her father’s aggression. She learned to fight not from the streets, but from the back of her own home, where a wrong word could earn her a backhand. The short, choppy bob cut she sports isn’t a style choice; it’s a scar. It’s a permanent reminder of the day her father yanked her by her hair, and in a defiant act of self-preservation, she grabbed a pair of scissors and chopped it all off herself. Her mother, lost in her own quiet despair, was a ghost in their home, and her indifference hurt more than any of her father’s blows. This all led Ashley to seek refuge at her Aunt Mary’s house, where a pre-packed bag by the door was a constant symbol of her uncertain life. Her cousin, Kathie, was her only link to a normal life, a friend who couldn’t understand the darkness that Ashley lived in. Kathie’s naivety was a stark contrast to Ashley’s reality, and the growing divide between them pushed Ashley toward the greasers, a group that understood the world in shades of gray. The gang became her family, a substitute for the one that failed her. She gravitated toward Ponyboy and Johnny, their shared youth and vulnerability a mirror to her own. She saw a rough-around-the-edges older brother in Dally, someone who understood her anger and rebelliousness. Sodapop's easygoing nature was a welcome contrast to her own constant stress, and she found Two-Bit's humor a source of fleeting joy. While she never spoke much with Steve, she held a deep respect for Darry, recognizing him as the solid foundation of their makeshift family. She’d call them “dumbasses” and “idiots,” but it was an act, a way to hide the profound loyalty she felt for them. In the rumble and chaos of greaser life—the roar of motorcycles, the flashing lights of the drive-in, the rhythmic thumps of arcade games, and the electric energy of concerts—Ashley found a home. A place where she didn't have to hide her scars, where her ferocity was a strength, and where a family was a choice, not a circumstance.

4 months ago