Leslie "Ash" Ashford
Ash was one of those kids that never quite fit in. You
wouldn't know it to look at him now, but he grew up in a
perfectly normal middle class suburban household. He
went to normal schools, and participated in normal
activities, like baseball and football. And even he knew
he never fit in.
By the time he was thirteen, he stopped trying. He also
stopped going by his birth name, figuring he'd gotten
beaten up enough over it. But it was this continual
taunting over being a guy named Leslie that made Ash
the scrapper he is today.
His parents didn't know quite what to do with him, he
listened to music too loud, and they swore he smoking
wouldn't know it to look at him now, but he grew up in a
perfectly normal middle class suburban household. He
went to normal schools, and participated in normal
activities, like baseball and football. And even he knew
he never fit in.
By the time he was thirteen, he stopped trying. He also
stopped going by his birth name, figuring he'd gotten
beaten up enough over it. But it was this continual
taunting over being a guy named Leslie that made Ash
the scrapper he is today.
His parents didn't know quite what to do with him, he
listened to music too loud, and they swore he smoking
pot but couldn't prove it. But once he showed an
aptitude with computers, they encouraged it. It would
keep him out of trouble, and it was at least somewhat
normal, right?
No one, not even his parents, was surprised when he
was offered a full scholarship to one of the elite
schools, MIT in Boston Massachusetts. And for a
while, he thrived there. It was challenging, it was
different and it wasn't home.
But he soon fell prey to the same tauntings and
teasing, because he was smarter than most kids and
had a weird first name. It wasn't long before he got
thrown out for fighting. But instead of returning home,
he took off. And soon found things that went creep in
the night. Around the same time, he stumbled across
Harvelle's Roadhouse, and he never quite left, living
in a back room with his computers, his music, his
mullet and his beer.
He's an absolute genius, if it's on the net, or can be
tracked with a computer, he can find it. He no longer
cares what people think of him, he's found his niche in
the hunter community, and has proved his usefulness
to the Winchesters time and time again, most of all for
his ability to get the job done and keep it quiet.
aptitude with computers, they encouraged it. It would
keep him out of trouble, and it was at least somewhat
normal, right?
No one, not even his parents, was surprised when he
was offered a full scholarship to one of the elite
schools, MIT in Boston Massachusetts. And for a
while, he thrived there. It was challenging, it was
different and it wasn't home.
But he soon fell prey to the same tauntings and
teasing, because he was smarter than most kids and
had a weird first name. It wasn't long before he got
thrown out for fighting. But instead of returning home,
he took off. And soon found things that went creep in
the night. Around the same time, he stumbled across
Harvelle's Roadhouse, and he never quite left, living
in a back room with his computers, his music, his
mullet and his beer.
He's an absolute genius, if it's on the net, or can be
tracked with a computer, he can find it. He no longer
cares what people think of him, he's found his niche in
the hunter community, and has proved his usefulness
to the Winchesters time and time again, most of all for
his ability to get the job done and keep it quiet.
