Lord of Girth
- Full name: Asher Kellan
- Preferred Name: Ash
- Alias: None
- Titles: Thief, Vandal, Outlaw
- Species: Near Human
- Race: Undsclosed
- Homeworld: Possibly Courscant
- Faction(s): Independent,
- Rank(s): Apprentice, Bastard,
- Class: Poor,
- Master(s): No Masters
- Padawan(s): None
- Force Sensitive: Yes,
- Force Alignment: Chaotic Evil - Type 1 & 3
- Gender: Male
- Age: Twenty-Seven Galactic Standard years
- Height: Five foot eleven inches
- Weight: Approx. One hundred and eighty pounds
- Complexion: Caucasian, darker skin tone.
- Eye Color: Dark Brown, Amber flecks
- Hair Color: Dark Brown.
- Distinguishing Marks: Various scars, over the body.
- Voice Sample: Troy Baker, Delsin Rowe - inFamous Second Son
- Appearance description: Scoundrel, Criminal, and a Thief, Asher Kellan, or better known as Ash, looks like the typical street rat. Dressed in rarity looking clothes of a denim jacket with an assortment of sweatshirt, ripped jeans, sneakers, beanies, shirts, and even a hover board. Ash has a few tats on his body, a half sleeve on his left forearm as well as some on his back and right bicep. However, people will rarely see that as he rarely seen without a shirt to cover himself, or something to hide his body. With most of the time he looks almost dirty and grungy, he purposely does that to give off the effect that he does not want others around him. However, for some reason he still smells somewhat nice. (Including his breath, yes he brushes his teeth.) Having a medium build, he is not a scrawny man, neither is he Olympic built. Just fine in between for just about anything. Not being ripped where he would be a body builder, however because of the street life, he does have a lower fat percentage. So his muscles do show enough to have a lean six pack, but nothing oh so great. Ash looks really like a simple human. And he pretty much is. Other than the fact that he is a small time criminal. Asher also had earrings in both ears. They are simple studs made out of silver, a little gold, and a two carat diamond for each of them. Ash can be seen carrying an assortment of Pocket knives (4), a dagger, a slugthrower pistol, and a chain about four feet long. Think of a skateboarder, punk, messenger boy, and a scoundrel. You will get the idea of how he looks.
- Marital Status: Single
- Sexual Conduct: Heterosexual
- Languages: Galactic Basic, Imperial Basic, Huttese
- Occupation: Amateur Thief, Vandal,
- Residence: Owns a Flat in Courscant, Lives in ship when traveling, Both places are undisclosed.
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|| STRENGTHS ||- [+] Pain and gain: Asher has a higher pain tolerance. More so that he can be stabbed with a knife and almost shrug it off. He can still feel the pain, but he does not react to it like most others would. While some would crumple under it, Asher seems to almost thrive from it. Hitting him just to cause pain will just strengthen him against you.
- [+] Criminal skills: As a person who escapes from police and local authorities almost on a daily basis, Asher has skills to get out of handcuffs, restraints, fast running, higher stamina, and really good skills with parkour. The list can go on how he is good at what he does. Having time in jail as well hardened him to a point to make up for his talking with his fighting skills.
- [+] Dirty Scoundrel: As a man who has been in and out of jail, Asher fights dirty. Hitting in the throat and groin or even using trickery to win a fight. By no means is he an honorable fighter. Asher fights to survive and live. While he has no real fighting style, Asher is a brawler fighting with just about anything. As they say, anything can be a weapon.
- [+/-] Morals: Ashers morals are there, but they are low. He allows things to happen because they are not against him. If it doesn’t affect him, he doesn’t stop it. However, there is a breaking point. If these acts cause pain to others or put someone in harm’s way, he snaps and stops it with everything he can. As well that he may do something that could be considered rude and mean, but he has a purpose to do so. Unlike most criminals, he won’t do something for no reason.
- [+/-] I am no Warrior: No formal training, Asher only makes up for good fighting skills as a brawler. He can hit as some say “AHammer” and take hits like “An Anvil” Street fighting is where he excels at. However, if someone with better skills than himself, as well as being faster and can take more hits than him, then Asher will be at a great disadvantage.
- [+/-] Sparks are the new flames: Asher has a very hot temper and tends to have a short fuse that can burn quicker than hair. Ash gets his temper from his mother in the retrospect that if someone presses just the right buttons, which there are alot of them, then he can explode on you.
- [-] Reckless Criminal: Asher does not think things through to a point. He will jump from high places without even a blink and even fight people who seem bigger than him. He does not seem to care for his own welfare. So much so that he has literally broken just about every bone in his body at one point or another.
- [-] Trusting is a Two way street: Asher does not trust people. More so he simply allows them the benefit of the doubt before judging if they are good or not. The same can be said for him. People really should not trust on Asher as he is a man that will take what he wants if he can get his fingers on it. Ash only gives what is necessary for trust but nothing more.
- [-] Kissing the Lords and Ladies: Ash does not brownnose. He only kisses ass to those who he thinks deserve it. He won’t try to get on people’s good side as he doesn’t want some people to trust him. If he gets word out that people can trust him, then all he will have is people trying to kiss his ass to get what they want. And he doesn’t want that. However, he knows who deserves it. It’s not like he is going to say no to a Sith Lord or a Jedi master that with a flick of their wrist could throw him into oblivion, but he will still try to work his way around whatever they want him to do.
*Taken from an investigation on Asher about his life*
You want to hear about me? This is recorded right?
No it is not.
Um okay. *looks at the guy* fine
I grew up on Courscant. Had a mom and dad. Dad was gone most of the time working. Mom was off at nights working on the corner. Getting money where she could. All I remember at that time was that my Dad was gone almost all the time, and would come back home only to be drunk and pass out on the eazy chair. He wasn’t a violent person. In fact he would hug the crap out of you when he was awake and drunk. My mother was a nice woman. Loving, kind, looked for the good in everybody. I grew up in a bad part of town. I know that later on I learned about my Father getting in deep with some gang, and he owed them some money. I was I think like seven or eight at the time when they came collecting their dues. In the scuffle my dad was shot and at first he was fine, but later on we learned that he had been hit in the spine. The slugthrower used went through him and nicked his spine just at his hip. He was paralyzed in the legs, and was stuck in a wheelchair. Even then, he would go out and drink still. One night he just left and never came back. There was a note saying that he was sorry and that he staying there was not helping my mother or myself. So he left.
My mom from there worked day and night now. Trying to support me. While the Jedi and the Republic worked together to strengthen themselves. But not carrying for the common people they protected. Nobody really cared about them or the fact that most the Jedi and soldiers in the pubs were trying to help others who were in worse situations than us. I stayed in school. Graduated high school. Average student. Nothing much to me unless you counted that I was part of a street gang. Even if you could call it that. We were just teens wanting to rebel. Misfits of Courscant is what we called ourselves. Nothing to it. Nothing special. We all had nicknames for each other. I happened to be Falcon, we had Stinger, Foxxy and Neon. All four of us were just kids at the time dreaming big and to make a little syndicate of our own and to make it big as they say. Only that kind of all changed when we all got mugged.
We were going home from a nice night of spreading the word of us with spray paint. Apparently we got on the bad side of a few larger criminals and they wanted to teach us a lesson. They ambushed us and were forcing us to fight. It was an all-out brawl when Foxxy drew a gun. Everybody panicked when she shot one of the guys. Everybody ran as she just stood there. She dropped the pistol and thinking I took her and ran. We both ran from the cops and even our friends to try and get her somewhere safe. I bought her a ticket, and sent her to leave the planet to go to Tython and try to make her life into something else. From there, my friends and I separated. Promising that we would not make contact with one another. And so far, it stays true. We have not seen each other since we separated.
Since then, I have just been doing the same thing over and over. Getting caught, only to escape and not trusting anybody I come across. Just your average civi. Nothing more, nothing less.
