Asher

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Asher
"Lookit I got stabbers."
Gender	Male
Race	halfbreed (Hyur/Miqo'te)
Clan	Keeper of the Moon/Highlander
Citizenship	Limsa Lominsa
Age	22
Namesday	unknown
Orientation	Straight
Current Occupation	Stowaway Rogue

Character

"Alright, so I ain't ye typical cat. Wotcha gonna do 'bout it? Dem Yellowbellied Saltpups know'm far too well."

Born in the cellars of the Crimson Serpent , Asher's practically lived his whole life at sea. He's known best for sneaking onto ships and tampering with its cargo. A roguish smuggler with enough sea-salted ego to boot. Blessed with the looks of his Keeper mum, Asher looks exactly like a Miqo'te--tail, ears, and all. However, his hair color and mannerisms are all thanks to the towering Hyur of a dad that never expected to have a son. Despite the hardships that came with abandonment when he was barely eight summers, Asher has learned to make a living out of next to nothing. Many have heard of Asher in a negative light, earning him the hateful titles of "Fluke" and "Bilge Rat". Albeit they are true, his reputation has earned him tenuous respect in the eyes of those that have held him in their employment.

Appearance:

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"Wotcha lookin' at? M'payin' fer t'sights, lass."

Eyes as blue as the ocean often sparkle with uncanny mischief. More often than not, the salty breeze of Limsa Lominsa tickles through sun-washed blonde tresses swept back in a ponytail. Brass bands embellish perceptive spires seated atop the shaved sides of his head. Standing at less than average height of most Keeper Miqo'te, what he lacks in build he makes up for in speed. A roguish smirk is almost always a common element to his face, which is kept free of stubble save for a rough patch on his chin. Warmly-tanned skin, kept constant in color from the endless days spent out in the sun, is free of any mark or blemish. Asher's yet to claim his first "battle scar" due to how skilled he is at going about his duties unnoticed.

He's not completely free from mishap, however. One particular event as a young kit left him with almost no tail and a loathing for one particular individual with an axe. Asher's stubbed tail is proudly displayed, as it is adorned with three brass bands stuck into the nerveless tail-tip. He has no shame in his lack of a tail, or the story of how it was given to him. He adapted easily to the difference in balance and sees his stub tail as just another telltale sign of his mixed blood.

Behaviour:

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"Oye, yer a real piece o'rubbish, ain't ye? Piss off."

Complicated. Cocky. Selfish. An undeniable bastard. Asher takes pride in his ability to work alone and will do whatever he can to keep it that way. He does not play well with others, and is extremely picky when it comes to tolerating those he meets. Asher finds most men to be reasonable, so long as they don't point anything sharp in his face. A good drinking buddy is accepted every once in awhile. With women, however, there is no middle line. Those that find interest in his eyes are playfully teased under a crooked grin. Those that he dislikes are rudely scorned and taunted. No matter how little Asher knows them, he is quick to decide whether or not he'll accept a particular lady.

Being abandoned as a child never settled well with him, therefore he often scoffs at the idea that others want to be around him. Twelve forbid, someone ever does--especially a woman. Asher is constantly denying a broken heart that's been nursed since he was barely eight summers. This causes things to get a little twisted when he's feeling particular naughty with a female. He'll willingly flirt with them, even take them to bed, but any mention of long-time commitment and they are quickly abandoned that night.

Inventory

The black leather belt that he wears has sheaths for two pairs of daggers, as well as a small pouch where he keeps the few items he has on his person.

Gil Pouch - holds the amount of money he's accumulated from an assortment of jobs that includes knife-throwing contests, smuggling operations, and whatever tasks he was assigned to throughout his brief career in the Rogue's Guild.

Hand-Carved Figurine - made from the wood of the Crimson Serpent herself. Shaped like a flying bird, the design is very detailed and clearly made by a professional. It was gifted to a young Asher by the kindly Midlander cook, along with a reassurance to the shaken boy that one day he'd be free of the ship and all her horrors.

Combat

Taken in by the Rogue's Guild for a time, Asher developed exceptional skill with wielding daggers. Under guidance by a Lalafell nearly as prickly as his weapons, Asher learned how to fight with a stabber in each hand. For five summers he prospered under the protective shelter of the Rogue's guild and perfected the art of using daggers so well that he taught himself other methods of usage.

Daggers: Standard weapons of choice. They are old and worn from many years of use, but always kept razor-sharp. The blades appear to be chipped and finely rusted. Rarely are his daggers cleaned, but they are certain to be sharp.

Throwing Knives: Thin and aerodynamic blades that have no handle. The user must balance them carefully between their fingers before releasing them with a sharp flick of the wrist. Most often used for ranged combat or to aid in a tricky escape.

Claws: Daggers with long, hooked blades. They are narrow enough to slide into the smallest of nooks, but also sturdy enough to support the wielder. Asher uses them primarily for climbing the spires around Limsa Lominsa and sneaking aboard the hulls of ships.

Asher eventually grew tired of the code faithfully followed by the Rogue's Guild and openly resigned one night. Since then, he's been nothing but bristling with daggers and has learned no other form of self-defense. Blatantly put, without weapons in his hands he's practically helpless. That doesn't stop him, however, for speed is constantly at his advantage and he'll find a way to escape one way or another.

Tendencies

Likes ■ flirting ■ ale ■ sailing ■ going about unnoticed ■ high places

Dislikes ■ weak-minded women ■ whores ■ The Crimson Serpent ■ The Reaper (a healthy fear of the monster depicted in many a rumor)

Hobbies/Talents ■ using his daggers as toothpicks ■ can hurl his daggers with unnerving accuracy (was his main means of income for a time)

Favorites ■ Favourite Food/Drink: ■ Favourite Place: topmost spire in the Lower Decks

Relationships

♥ Romantic Attraction – ♥ Physical Attraction – ♥ Platonic Love – $ Business – ❖ Deceased – ● Friend – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – 🔃 Unknown – 🔒 Trust

NPCs ● Person Here –

Other Players 🔃 Khloe Meui Wisp of a girl. Really should consider sorting out her priorities. And Twelve preserve, stop sneaking up on him! ● player name Description here ● player name Description here ● player name Description here

Rumours

Common Rumors

■ "Aye, that'd be the Bilge Rat. Lived his life in t'belly of a ship h'did!" -salty sailor

■ "Have ye seen that crooked smirk he wears? Gives me the chills." -unnerved Elezen

■ "Every time I walk by those tall pillars I feel like I'm being watched." concerned local

Rare Rumors

■ "Saw 'im arguing with a fellow at the docks once. Was refusing workin' fer a certain ship. Something 'bout a snake." -curious local

■ "There be a cat who looks a'lot like 'im. She's a real beauty a'right. I pay 'er double fer every go!" -delighted male with too much rum

■ "Was 'anging 'round the docks n'watched this broken vessel pull in. The crew comin' off her was 'alf bloody dead, I swear. Fight must've happened. There was this lad with a bleedin' stump. Lost 'is tail methinks. Twelve-preserve." -bewildered dock worker

Player Character Rumours

■ "quote here" player name

Footnotes

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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Credit

• TwinSerpent Template
• Suen Shyu