• Rank: Private First Class
• Played By: Kokuten
• Age: 24
• Height: 5'2“
• Weight: 190 lb.
• Species: Terran
• Certifications:
  • Basic Training (BT)
  • Basic Engineering (BE)
  • Close-Quarters-Combat (CQC)

Hair: Loose, untamed, brown hair, looks like a bushy porcupine; has a brown Goatee shaped into a spike.

Eyes: His eyes are a blood red, and have dark circles under them.

Body: Skin is a dark tan, with a very muscular build, the occasional scar lines his chest.

Personality: In combat, Asher can be seen as a disillusioned nutcase. Despite even the most atrociously hopeless situations, he'll believe that his squad still has the upper hand, simply because he is with them. This egotistical side tends to empower his desires to prove himself by slaughtering and killing his enemies in the most efficiently brutal way possible. Simply enough, he is the ideal soldier, boisterous, confident, and willing to kill almost anything with a pulse. Needless to say, this often makes others very wary of him in combat.

Outside combat, Asher can possibly be more enjoyable to be around. If others can take his crude, unappealing nature without being offended, he can be a fun person[generally]. Women will generally be subject to comments of their most appealing features[to him], and men will generally be subject to comments of their most unappealing features.

In general, he is an emotional casket, burying anything that actually affects him under the barbaric and crude exterior. Generally, this builds for a negative psyche, but tends to only power his fiery nature in violent ways.

Likes: General chaos, action, challenging hobbies, his sleep, women, good-looking women, dark-skinned women, warm meals, cold beers, and a good atmospehre.

Dislikes: Extended periods of nothing happening, guard duty, deep pools of water, anything of the biologically modified variety, cold food, warm beer, effeminate men, Drathonians, and an overly serious atmosphere.

Goals: To become so professed in battle that his enemies will fear the very mention of his name.

Asher was born on Surandan, a peaceful planet, and a good place to raise a young mind like himself. His father ran a shipping company that handled dealings with most of the system, while his mother took care of him and his sister at home. For most of his early life, Asher lived a wonderful life, having many friends and living with a loving family. There were many days when worries of the rest of the galaxy seemed so distant.

That was until one day, at age 9, he found school to be cancelled due to an emergent crisis planetwide. He and the rest of his friends were rushed home, but when he arrived to his families apartment, he was confronted with a horrific sight.

His sister, disfigured by some fashion, was eating out the insides of their dead mother. It wasn't long before she set her sights on him as well, but Asher was not stupid, he quickly grabbed a bat from the corner, and beat what he knew as his sister into a bloody pulp of irrecognizable flesh. Afterwards, he waited in his bedroom for his father to return home, accompanied only by the screams of people down the hall, the sounds of violence, and the horrible sounds of chaos out side his window.

For six days, he waited for his father, but his father never came. On the seventh day, he was forced under his bed when something broke into his room. Luckily for him, it was people, and well-equipped at that. They were survivors of whatever had destroyed his life, and they were looking for supplies, and instead, found a scared little boy, shivering violent in fear and tears under his bed.

It was that day that Asher found a new family, those that found him, and began a new life of surviving the abominations that roamed the world he lived on. For fifteen years, he fought, bled, and nearly dead serveral times trying to assure his own survival. Along the way he lost several of his family, and soon, he began to accept the death, the destruction, and the mayhem. He adapted and eventually became accustomed to it.

Now, the last of his family rests with the monsters that were once his planetkin. He survives alone, using technical expertise built from years of hands-on training, and brutal, merciless CQC hit-and-run tactics.