Ashley Donnahue

[Ashley Donnahue]

Ashley Jacob Donnahue
FACE CLAIM: Brad Pitt
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AGE: 34
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Teacher:Sexual Education

POWER: Sound Mimicry
Basically any sound, voice, animal call, or all around noise he could make by opening his mouth. Voices of other people were easy lots of normal people can do impersonations, but it's not just impersonating. If one were to record his voice and the other person's voice they'd have the same vocal register.

After voices he progressed to animal sounds from crickets to lions, from frogs to whale songs. Then naturally he moved on to artificial sounds like gunshots, and various mechanical/computer sounds. Intermixed in all this were nature sounds outside of fauna: bubbling brooks, thunder rolls, and the sound of rocks tumbling down a hillside.

Mind you this took years. Years of practice and dedication. Some with this particular power could be limited to only human voices, or living beings sounds.  But when one's power is so easy to use and so fun he used it a lot. A LOT. And pushed himself to learn all new sound. Thus mastered it rather quickly. It got to the point he could listen to a person talk for thirty minutes and could mimic them near perfectly. No, he cannot mimic every animal on planet earth because he didn't work to learn them all. No, he cannot mimic every single sound at the drop of a hat. He can try and possibly get close if it's close to a sound he already can mimic. But he has to work at it just like everyone else.

Since his mimicry is bound to his vocal cords and his body he had to use a lot of air because that's basically how we get words out. Air is important. So if he'd out of breath it makes it a lot harder to mimic, and for certain sounds impossible. Artificial sounds for example. This also made him train with breathing exercises, air control, diaphragm control, and basically any training that deals with the voice he had to go through. Ask a professional singer that takes a lot of training to belt those notes for longer periods of time. So does roaring like a lion, or pushing out the sound of a car crashing.

LIMITATIONS:
He couldn't use the power indefinitely it'd be exhausting, and it put a fair amount of strain on his vocal cords. The farther from his natural voice that sound was the more strain on the vocal cords. Thus the shorter period of time he could mimic the sound.

Man-made sounds are very short period of time max of 5 minutes and that's stretching it. Natural sounds other than say bubbling brook and whooshing wind tended to put strain on him as well lasting possibly 10 minutes. Depending on the volume of the animal call he could last at least twenty minutes. Female voices were harder than male of course so he could only last thirty minutes, but most male voices he could last forty-five minutes to an hour. This was all after lots of practice. And this is constantly making the noise. Not taking breaks and doing say his normal voice or not talking at all.

Though for some this could mean one could become the best singer ever because you could singer however you wanted to whatever music. He however can't sing. He didn't use his voice for singing purposes, and just can't carry a tune in a bucket.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
From the strain on the vocal cords he'd often get sore throats, and sometimes wouldn't be able to talk at all for days. Mostly because he over-used his power a lot. Some of the noises he produced also tended to give him headaches. The muscles in the throat would also get tense and sore from all of the vocalizing. He could get breathless, and even faint from lack of air. Dizzy spills were also common because the restraining of air. During the winter he'd have to be careful about using it outside, and like singers did not combine wet with cold air. Killer on the vocal cords.

Also the big downside of the power was that nodes would form on the cords. Not only that, but cysts and tumors could possibly grow on these overly stimulated cords. These cysts and tumors don't necessarily grow on all who are subjected to the power. Depends if you misuse the power, over-strain, and simply don't take care of yourself. The nodes however are a side effect all experience like many a famous singer. If taken care of appropriately it can be a simple fix. If you don't take care of the nodes, cysts, or tumors; if you choose to ignore the warning signs too afraid the surgery will cost your your power; if you choose that route you loose your voice. Period. Done. Game over. Voice gone? Vocal cords so damaged from having to remove all the growths that sound couldn't possibly be produced again means no power. Sure the capability is still coursing through your veins but you messed up. Unless a medical miracle or healing power can fix it you're done. Cue in Donnahue!


"Hi there, I'll be your teacher for this semester. Yes, you are listening to a pre-recorded lecture. Yes, I can answer your questions with my handy-dandy talking device. Thank god for people with techie powers. At the beginning of each semester I give a little speal about myself, and then ask each of you to do the same. Got it? Fan-TAS-tic!

Okay, first off, you may call me Mr. Donnahue or drop the Mr., or Mr. D., hell, I'll even go with Donny or Hue, but you will not call me by my first name! Now, the big question! How did I land the awesome job as your Sex Ed teacher at a mutant school? When in all shapes and appearances I don't have any powers? And I'm mute? Well, the long and the short of it is this: I had powers. I fucked up and didn't listen to teachers and doctors. Now I am without a power and without a voice. So, though I don't seem to have a power I did. And yes, I curse deal with it.

Next on the big list of questions is am I single? Sadly, yes, and equally sad, I can't date any of you. I know it breaks my heart too, especially since I'm all sexy Greek god-like. With my blond locks and blue eyes of awesome. Okay, maybe not Greek god more Ayran race Nazi sexy model. But! Though it hurts us so we'll have to work through the pain together.

Another big question that I like to ask my class, not them ask me is- What voice do you want me to have? Yep, that's right kiddos you get to pick what your teacher sounds like. Since all my lectures are pre-recorded I can pick out of a data base of hundreds of voices of what your lectures are voiced as. All originals done by me before the major f-up. I can be Kermit de frog here! Or 'I'll be back' Arnold. Maybe you like British accents? The sexy Antonio Banderas would say Spanish is better! All of you write on the cards on your desk what you'd like me to sound like and I'll try to do all of them by the end of the semester.

I know this is the biggest joke of a class in the school, pretty much. But I want you to learn crap. Okay? You'll actually have to read, a textbook. Yes, there is a textbook. No, it's not Fifty Shades of Grey. Also there will be homework! Yay! Everybody loves homework. And at the end of the semester you get to take home a demon baby from hell programmed to make you want to never EVER have sex EVER  out of fear of having a child. It will cry like a banshee, it does 'wet' itself. And if you let the head go back too far good luck getting the bugger to shut up! Oh, and if you shake it too hard, refuse to feed it, or whack it with a hammer it WILL DIE. Yes! I have altered these demon babies to DIE! Because guess what kids, BABIES CAN DIE! If your baby dies? You fail the assignment which is like 62% of your grade. So, theme for the assignment is: don't make babies, and don't let the baby die.

Lastly, I'll let you in about me a bit more. I grew up here. Yep, here. In this town. I've been here literally FOREVER. I went to school here. College, here. No, I did not plan on being a teacher I wanted to be an actor, duh. I like spicy food, so spicy tears are streaming down your face and you pray to die later as it comes tearing out of your anus. I drink coffee because it gives me life. If you deny me coffee I'll fail you. Okay, I can't actually do that, but I will make your life miserable.

My parents are both alive and happily married and retired. Neither of them have powers, so I was one hell of a surprise! I do have siblings. I have an older sister who lives in New York and is a fashion designer. No, I can't get you free clothes. I also have a baby brother who was an Opps! baby, and actually goes to this school. Yep, baby bro has powers too. No, I'm not telling you who he is, and no I'm not telling you what his power is. Why? Because I respect his damn desire to have some privacy. I have a last name figure it out yourselves. And the last bit I'm going to share with you all is that I have a life. I'm your teacher, but I have a life. I do things outside of these walls. So don't look all shocked if I talk about things other than where does the male put his dinky-doo.

Okay, now that that's over with, any questions? And for gawds sakes raise your hand!

SAMPLE: See Joey or Lavinia cuz I'm lazy...

USERNAME: 13

AGE GROUP: Ish

EXPERIENCE: Since my name

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