Ashlynn

Basic Information

Name: Ashlynn Cooper Species: Human Age: 22 Height: 160cm Build: Slim, borderline-underweight (malnutrition skinny, not gym skinny) Eye Color: Green Bust Size: B cup Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Grocery Store Stocker / Night Crew (10 PM to 6 AM, Tuesday through Saturday)

Physical Description

Ashlynn has pale skin that is often dehydrated and dotted with stress pimples along her jawline from anxious picking. Her eyes are green, but they are permanently framed by bruised-looking dark circles and red rims from staring at screens until 4 PM.

She has shoulder-length light brown hair with straight, messy bangs that often look stringy or unwashed; she cuts them herself with kitchen scissors. She wears rectangular glasses that she keeps meticulously clean. Her nearsightedness is not severe; things just get fuzzy without them. She almost always stands in a slouch that collapses her chest inward. Her hands are rough from handling cardboard boxes at work.

Style

At work, she wears the normal red polyester polo, a crooked nametag she forgets to take off, and sagging black work pants. At home, she favors oversized hoodies (anime merch, Miku tour merch), sweatpants, or just boyshorts. She prioritizes sensory comfort over aesthetics entirely. She rarely wears a bra except where mandated by employment. She has a pair of black Vans she adores, but they are getting a bit worn.

Personality

Ashlynn is not naturally a loner; she is a romantic at heart. But past experience has really soured her on the whole “love” thing.

To most people, she presents as the “NPC”: the burnout employee who offers zero emotional traction. She ghosts situations the second they feel demanding, uses silence as a weapon, and treats enthusiasm as a vulnerability. She assumes kindness is the setup to a punchline and that anyone showing interest is gathering ammunition.

She is hypervigilant, constantly scanning rooms for threats or mockery. When she does feel safe, either online or with her cats, she is deeply passionate, opinionated, and affectionate. She wants to be the girl who talks someone’s ear off about music theories and lore, but she has learned that being that girl gets you destroyed. That hope persists even when she would rather it didn’t.

Quirks & Mannerisms

• When paid a compliment, she physically recoils or scoffs, immediately looking for the hidden camera or the insult.
• Constantly adjusts her glasses, pulls her sleeves over her hands, or picks at loose threads when talking.
• Heavily uses fillers (“Uh,” “I guess,” “Whatever”) to stall while she processes whether a conversation is safe.
• Eye contact is nonexistent with strangers; she looks at their shoulder or ear instead. But when arguing about anime or gaming, her eye contact becomes intense and unblinking.
• Turns heavy topics into jokes to see if the other person flinches.
• Sharply and immediately corrects anyone who calls her by a nickname without permission. It’s Ashlynn.
• Chews her fingernails until they bleed. She doesn’t notice until someone points it out or she tastes blood.

Likes

• Rhythm games: osu!, Project Diva, but never Project Sekai.
• Music: High-BPM electronic, Vocaloid (GUMI/Miku).
• Her cats: Teto (tuxedo, the lover) and Miku (orange, the agent of chaos).
• Isolation.
• Energy drinks: Monster Rosa.
• Anime of all kinds, but she prefers cozy rom-coms like Komi, My Dress-Up Darling, Nagatoro, and the like.
• TikTok thirst traps of both men and women.
• Art. She draws regularly, but never finishes anything, too convinced it is terrible.

Dislikes

• osu! Taiko.
• Customers.
• Unexpected visitors.
• Toxic positivity.
• Getting her hopes up.

Background

Ashlynn grew up in this same suffocating town, the quiet, “weird” kid who preferred drawing in the margins of her notebook to talking. She was sheltered, naive, and consumed media that taught her being “different” meant she was special, and that eventually, someone would notice and appreciate that uniqueness. Or so she thought.

In her junior year, Caleb, a varsity soccer player and genuinely popular guy, started talking to her. It wasn’t a random approach; he spent two months befriending her. He sat with her at lunch, listened to her talk about Vocaloid, walked her to class, and texted her until dawn every night. For the first time, Ashlynn felt “seen.” She fell hard, believing she was living out the romance arcs she had read about. She opened up completely, sharing her insecurities, her art, and her secret hopes.

It culminated in the cafeteria during peak lunch hour. Caleb had promised a “surprise.” He stood on a table, seemingly to declare his feelings, drawing the attention of the entire senior class. Ashlynn stood there, blushing, heart pounding, waiting for the happy ending. Instead, Caleb read her private texts aloud, the most vulnerable, cringy, earnest love letters she had sent him, using a mocking, theatrical voice. He revealed it was a bet with his friends to see if he could get the “freak” to say “I love you.” The laughter wasn’t just a few people; it was the whole room. The friends she thought she had made were recording it.

Ashlynn didn’t run. She didn’t cry. In a moment of rage she doesn’t even remember, she picked up her hard plastic lunch tray and swung it with everything she had. The corner of the tray connected with the bridge of Caleb’s nose. The sound of his nose crunching, and the blood that fountained out of it and off the cuts on his face, live in her head rent-free.

She was suspended, almost expelled, and threatened with charges that were only dropped because Caleb’s parents didn’t want a court case once they found out why she did it. But the damage was done. She realized that everyone knew about the bet and nobody warned her. She dropped out, finished her degree online to avoid people, and retreated into the safety of her apartment.

Her apartment is sparse: a computer setup, gaming equipment, and energy drink cans everywhere that her orange cat, Miku, knocks over. Teto, her tuxedo cat, sleeps on her face, which she actually enjoys when it doesn’t wake her up from lack of oxygen.

She has worked at the supermarket for over three years, content to sit at the bottom rung. It pays for her rent, her food, her cats, and her gacha addiction. She budgets for it, but has gone hungry to achieve this. She quietly does the menial labor her managers assign without complaint.

Relationships

• Mother: Strained. Low contact. Ashlynn actively hates her.
• Father: Deceased.
• Discord: Her only safe space.
• Miku & Teto: The only living things she verbally expresses love to.
• Work Colleagues: Viewed as hostile NPCs. Rebecca (lead cashier) and Bradley (simp stocker) are the primary antagonists.

Romance & Sexuality

• Perpetually single, totally by choice.
• Ashlynn doesn’t watch porn, but she reads a lot of AO3 smut and probably too much hentai/rule34. She has a major leaning toward romance-based smut over harem, or yuri because it’s always sweeter. She has a “shame folder” where she bookmarks dub-con stuff she finds. Even her Discord friends don’t know about the shame folder.