His design is so unique and different! Hashes colors are lovely and they go very well together!

Thank-you...so much. I have been waiting for someone to comment something like that. I've had this character for a long time now and absolutely needed to make a reference. Thank-you!!

Did you (try) to read the bio?

Your welcome! Indeed, I dod read the bio. His past sounds intruiging ( I'd love to know his full story! )!

I can re-write the entire bio for you?

That would be great, if its not too much trouble! I'm a sucker for details.

[Bio]
"Oh, you want to hear my backstory? Well, I- guess I have some time, I have to catch up to Nukka and the others-- but, wait! Don't leave, sit down and get comfortable, this is going to be a bit long..." You sit down in a nearby chair next to Hash, "You're comfortable, correct?"
You nod. Hash turns around, thinking of where to begin, "It all started when I was born..." Your face scrunches into a suprised look. Hash quickly turns to see your reaction, he laughs. "Hehe, Not that far, ok, I'll stop my joking around- whoa..." you notice Hash's walk is a bit off, wavering from side to side, "Uh, erm... don't mind me, I just had a drink-- these never go well with me-- anyways, now, don't be shocked, but, I was once a human." You seem unsuprised. "I was busy looking for good job opprotunities, when this shady-looking guy came up to me and asked for my name. 'Jonathan', I answered, just before the guy asked me if I wanted a good-paying job. I said yes, and he mentioned something about the black market. I was slightly shocked, but the man when on; He asked me if I was interested in working for him helping him s'muggle Hashish across the border and then sell it; *nervous laugh* I said yes. The only reason I ever accepted the job was because I needed the money. My family was desperate for money to get out of bankruptcy, my brother, Kevi, and I both looking for a possible offer too get some cash. The guy handed me a crumpled-up map and told me to meet him in the town park around noon. I accepted and went on home; telling nothing to my parents or my brother. I was able to sneak out of a family gathering so I could make it to where I was supposed to be. I got there just in time to see bunches of boxes. I opened one up to see powdered Hashis'h. I quickly closed the box before anyone saw me. The man I had met the day before told me I was too sit at the stand at the corner of the road and wait for potential customers. I had sold a few bags of the stuff before I decided to...

... open up a bottle of b'eer I had brought with me. I chugged it for a while before wondering what was in Hasi'sh. Before I knew it I had opened a bag of it and started to s'moke it. It felt nice, I suddenly felt more calm. Hours had past before I noticed there were several empty bottles and bags at my feet under the table where I was sitting. Luckly, there was a tablecloth to hide them. I was happy, high, numb, and drunk all at the same time. It was nighttime, now, and I got a call on my cell phone from Kevi. "Where are you?! You were to be home hours ago!!" he screamed into my ears, but I was too out of it to reply; the closest I got was a groan into the phone. My brother asked me where I was. I suddenly choked up, afraid of what he might think. Again, only a soft but prolonged groaning escaped my lips. He frustratingly hung up, and I was left sitting there, in the dark of the night, with only the moon as a means of company. The strange man came back, only to yell and screech at me something about, 'Using all the mercandise'. I denied it, and then the guy had the nerve to pull a gu'n on me. I could barely see his face, but the first instinct I had was to either fight or run. I had my limited edition Jeff The K!ller kn!fe in my pocket, so I faught. The guy kept firing at me, but was for some reason able to dodge all of the bullets. I, in self defense, Smashed the kn!fe into his abdomen, I think, when he managed to shOOt me in the shoulder. I stumbled back, my vision slightly improving, only to be shOt once more in the same spot. My white hoodie was stained with my own blOOd, and I just ended up throwing the blade at the guy. He screamed in pain as the kn!fe sl!ced into his neck. I smiled with slight joy to see him fall to the ground, but I didn't notice his hand was still on the trigger. My eyes widened as I heard the sound of the shOt ringing out into the darkness, My body convulsing on the cement as I lay on the ground dying. The guys who had shOt me had already

breathed his last, when I heard the faint screeching of wheels and the sound of a car door slamming, then someone running up to me. It was Kevi, his bright brown hair shining in the moonlight. He ignored the fact that I was almost deAd and yelled at me for not being at home on time. My breathing slowed as I managed to hold my hand against his mouth, slowly whispering, "Shhh.....Just go home. Tell Mom and Dad what had happened. Let me move on..." I let a tear run down my face. Kevi only looked away, his eyes tearing up as well, "Erh- NO! John, I can't leave you..."
I was getting weaker, my mind still in a slight daze, "Kevi... trust me. The best thing you can do is go home. It's too late for me..." I was fighting to stay alive at this point. Kevi again denied it and choked out, "N- NO! JOHNATHAN!! N- no....Mom and Dad--"
"They'll be fine. Just let go of my hand, Kev." Kevi looked away, and let my hand fall to the pavement. My eyes glazed over and everything faded to white. I don't know how things went after that, but what I DO remember is that, when I awoke, now deceased, I was in what looked to me as a massive lake of fire. I could feel nothing, just before I saw a gigantic, looming figure above me. I guessed it was the D'evil, perhaps, or at the very least a deam'on, and he put his hand upon my head, my black hair turning blacker. I was deathly afraid, until I suddenly didn't have a body. My spirit, now tainted with evil, flew high into the air. I saw the strange figure of a boy, about fourteen, bathed in a blinding white light standing before me. I was in the Spirit Realm, and I had the creeping feeling to take over this boy's body, and I'm guessing this was S_atan's doing, as I would never dream of hurting the innoccent, expecially a young child. I could no longer control my actions as I was shoved into the boy's body, overtaking his spirit and co'rrupting my own. I had been cursed to take on the forme of a Camin, a hybrid-mix of a ferret, cat, bear, fox, and

squirrel. I awoke in my new universe, Ellfa, and learned that I had been renamed Hash, a name that was forever to remind me of the fa'tal mistake that got me into this mess. Somewhere along the way, The boy I had overtaken switched my spirit out for his, making us two spirits in one body. I soon learned this boy's name was Elijah, and he came from an orphanag'e out somewhere that I didn't know where it was. Over the years, somewhere along the way, I had lost my mind, gone in'sane, whatever you might call it-- and started my k!lling spree. I had the growing urge and desires to k!ll things, it didn't matter what the hEll it was, I needed to get it out of my system. But, each time I took the life of something, the urge only had gotten stronger. Elijah held me back during tne night, when I was most aggresiv'e, and tried to keep me in check during the day. I had gotten interested in magic; trying out new spell's and things almost every day. I, with the help of some certain animals I had capture'd, built an expansive fortress, or castle, if you will. Every day I am reminded of my idiotic mistake, and mercilessly k!ll anyone who tries to overthrow or take me away to some insanit'y as'ylum." Hash turns to face you, "Any questions?" he asks, deviously smiling, his hands behind his back. You freeze in place, Hash locking eyes with you, "Well?" he steps closer, waiting for an answer. You choke up, anxiously looking for a way to escape. Hash is still waiting. You swallow, "Uh..." you breathe out. Hash is starting to looked slightly annoyed, "No...answer?" he huffs. "Fine then." He takes his hands out from behind his back to reveal a knife, the very one he had in the story he just told you. "You'll have to d'ie then." Your eyes widen in terror, as Hash claws up to you, and lunges for your throat........
-Az

Ok, that could SERIOUSLY be a creepypasta, I SWEAR. that was f*cking awsome and fun to write. thanks for forcing me into writing it. :) or at least asking me to !! :) -Az

^ALL OF THE BIO WAS WRITTEN TO THE PERSPECTIVE OF HASH TELLING THE STORY TO YOU. ^

Wow! That was really something! Your quite talented! Thank you for wriring that! I especialy liked the writing style!

Thank-you, ....you're very nice to me, you know-- I appreciate your comments very much. You like the story? Well, I am writing one for Elijah (with reference), and possibly Kevi next. Somewhere in between I will finish the Fox Scouts group picture. ^-^ ok?

Do you think it could be a creepypasta? I might post it on WattPad soon, too...

Your very welcome! I'm quite excited for the upcoming storys! Learning more about these characters is just great! Now, I have no idea what Creepypasta is or whom Jeff the Ki'ller is, but have heard those names floating around. What are they idzactly?

*SIGGGHHHHH* *FAAAACCEEEPAAALLLLMMMM* You...don't know who Jeff is? ........just- UHGGGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! Fine. Here's the Creepypasta. Definition of a Creepypasta: Derives from the word Copypasta, a Creepypasta is usually a story on the internet used to scare, frighten, or disturb the reader or viewer. here's the Jeff The Ki'ller Pasta: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Jeff_the_Killer
(I recommend viewing this on you computer)....don't tell me you don't have a computer. Read the entire story, it's not that -scary-, just....thought provoking. It reminds me of Sharkboy and Lavagirl the movie-- if you believe in something strongly enough, it will come true or come to life. "Is Jeff real?" Possibly.

Heh heh . . . heh. The ironic thing is is that my family used to have a computer, but last week there was an electrical surge do to a thunder storm and it was fried. Also, I actualy don't have a computer of my own. The only laptop availible to me is seven-years old and I'd rather not have my mother start asking questions about what I'm doing then disaprove so that I am thrown into trouble. I'm sure the story is quite interesting, but the risk factor is too high for me. Thanks for the info! Perhaps I'll look it up sometime!

so? my computer is about five years old. aww...well. that really is dissapointing. hmm.....uh.....I'm at a loss for words......

I mentioned its age because it barely works. I'm so sorry I can't read it. I hate to be dissapointing. By the way, I've started working on your request so it should be finished within the week. The colors won't be completely acurate, but it'll definately look like him.

Thanks, After Fall, for everything.

You should definatly write the bio on a creepy pasta website! that would be so cool!

WHY DO YOU THINK I SAID THIS SHOULD BE A F*CKING CREEPYPASTA??! BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE!!!