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Post by asher king on Aug 20, 2009 14:12:59 GMT -5
ASHER KING
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FULL NAME: Asher Gabriel King RACE: Human AGE: 26 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6’2 WEIGHT: 185 lbs BIRTHPLACE: Dothan, Alabama
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SPECIAL ABILITIES: Heightened epilepsy and Sensing
DETAILS: The fact that Asher did not know his real parents growing up always made him accessing his true ability hard to awaken. The details he knew of it was few from which he was told by gypsies that raised him. Asher always had seizures and nearly died or became unconscious from it numerous times over, but when he would actually die and his heart stopped beating he would see another a world, a darker and more hellish one that seemed parallel to the one where they actually lived. Here he actually saw people for what they truly are. If that meant they were demons, vampires, ghosts, witches, etc. – he could sense and see them as they were. Each creature or supernatural giving off their own aura.
But more than that he could see them. On some occasions he has encountered demons that possessed their victims, but instead of seeing the victim he saw the demon. This goes as far as angels as well, instead of seeing a human; Asher would see a tall humanoid creature with larger white wings.
Yet, this does not come without a price. Asher can only experience this full heightened sensing when prior or post having an epileptic episode. His seizures only take place when he is asleep which means for the most part he is either partially in a trance or somewhere but not yet reaching REM. This is dangerous obviously, because it leaves him vulnerable. Since his epileptic episodes range from bad to just horrifying, awakening in this world often scares him nearly half-to-death despite the fact that he has so much experience in this parallel near-death world.
Although that is one method in doing so, Asher has contemplated of a way of inducing an epileptic episode to happen while he still awake. Mixing opium and a rare flower from the gypsies stash of narcotics, he inhales the fume of their combined potency and enters an awakened state of his heightened epileptic senses. Yet, it is not as powerful and leaves him more intoxicated than anything else. He still can see supernatural beings for what they are but only briefly. It’s only brief because of the narcotics impairing his brain and blurring his vision. Though it can be quite an experience, he only does this when he feels like he has his prey hunted fully and only wants to finalize the hunt.
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APPEARANCE: Asher is a charming man of good looks. Though it had not always been the case, as a child Asher hid away his face, mostly out of fear of seeing something otherworldly that he could not explain or of something he was simply afraid of. As an adult he has grown into his masculinity, allowing his frame to have a muscular build (though not too burly). His hair although sometimes well kept is mostly of a scraggily design, and a bit wild but once attended to and combed back its more impressionable. More often recently since he’s been on the move a lot, he has not kept his face unshaven and now wears a thin beard. On the top of his right hand he bears a scar that seems to have been inked over by a tattoo artist of a pitchfork. And in his left hand is simply something he calls “the black spot” which is a looks more like burn marks than a tattoo.
STRENGTHS:
- Does not mind helping people when the time comes, though these times are rare and too far a part - He is proficient at what he do, when sober and morally correct – Asher does his hunting to near perfection - Easily likeable, his charisma – though a bit haughty and arrogant can sometimes charm over those who are not easily influenced - Very athletic; muscular build keeps him going even in the hardest of jams - Has a strong belief system on the things he has seen and experienced; this often makes it harder for him to believe and trust in religion – even though he knows of the supernatural creatures and beings out there
WEAKNESSES:
- More often than naught, he is too over zealous in his pursuits of hunting, often pitting himself in more trouble than he can handle - His mouth can get him into a lot of trouble - Asher’s lack of faith in people and in himself, often leaves him without many friends or colleagues; knowing that his dark past will come to haunt him - Cocky in more ways than one, Asher’s arrogance is not for the faint of heart - Gambling, drinking and women – three combinations that just do not mix
PERSONALITY: Asher is despite his rough and checkered past is all about surrounding himself with some kind of entertainment. He is not himself with a drink or a deck of cards. Often playing his favorite card games: Texas Hold’Em Poker and Blackjack, he promotes himself as a card shark. He is not very predictable as he would go as far as doing the next strangest thing just to be considered different. He doesn’t fit the mold of every average guy. He elects to be unique in his own way, habitually pursuing the likes and the cares for others to better himself.
Though his entertaining ways is his true life blood, he does not go as far as not settle down to a nice somber time. Although his outward appearance says he is definitely not thoughtful of anyone else but himself, truthfully Asher is a kind-hearted man who only wants the best out of people. Rarely will he go into grave detail about his own life, but he does like to offer solutions to others problems, often giving him the nickname the ‘psychiatrist’ as he listens to someone’s problems. He is weak when it comes down to a person’s sadness; including his own.
His cocky swagger is only his outward appearance. An act or a behavior to get what he wants, when he wants it. Or better yet, it’s an impression to say that he is a cold-hearted bastard. Though this is partially untrue, he does find his anger slipping in on him quickly than never. He rarely has an automated attitude, but he is quick to anger and can at times be a bully. He’s might haughty but also kind and sweet, when he wants to be. Asher is an enigma, and he likes to keep it that way.
HISTORY:
Early Years…
No one knows where Asher came from. One day he was found on the porch of a group of gypsies outside of Dothan, Alabama, wrapped inside a red baby’s blanket. There was a name on the blanket. It read “Asher Gabriel King”. The gypsy who would later become the woman he called mother (Charlotte Goldberg), did not know if this the name of his father or of the child. But she carried on with naming him so, raising him like his namesake – a king.
His earlier years were troublesome. Asher was always sick or had the “shakes”. As an infant he would awake in fits, not unable to stop crying for hours at a time. No one really knew what it was. It wasn’t until the boy turned old enough to talk to tell the coven of women gypsies that he could see creatures in his dreams; demons like the ones they were telling him about. Most of the women pushed this aside saying that it was simply a child’s imagination but Charlotte thought otherwise. When he was six and he had an epileptic episode that was so severe that he was pronounced dead for an entire minute. But when he awoke he proclaimed that he had saw angels, demons and all other sort of unworldly creatures. She knew then that she had to teach him a few things about the supernatural.
She first allowed him to enter her study, a dark and damp room that was filled with a peppery scent. Although she knew that was about to do would be considered abuse, she fixed up a powder mixture of opium and leaf she called a “Stregharia leaf”, a leaf that she said she had taken off a group of witches from New Hampshire when she was younger. The effect was potent and near disastrous for a kid, but with her advice, he was able to explain what he saw to her and she was able to teach him what to see and what to look out for.
The Tragedy…
Years later when Asher was thirteen, he knew his life would change forever. He and his ‘mother’ Charlotte had grown very close. They were nigh-inseparable. But the older Asher grew, the more strange things began to happen around the gypsies. They moved placed to place, hoping to find a way to salvage what they had. But it did not take. Soon, even Charlotte knew that this ill-feeling was not following the gypsies; they were following Asher. Although the other gypsies ordered Charlotte to give up Asher for her own good, she refused to do so. It was on his fourteenth birthday that she revealed to her adopted son that she was once a minor witch and that had known this day was going to come. She told him that day to seek out a man named Balian Wallace but he could also go by the name of Sebastian Cuarón, and that he would teach him how to become a hunter. A day later, a fellow came to their doorway and asked for Asher. Charlotte could see the man for what he truly was: a demon. And although she fought to protect Asher, she could not, ultimately being gutted and mutilated right before his eyes. The demon went along and murdered the rest of what he considered his “family”.
But he ran. He ran and ran, until he could not run any further. Yet, the demon still found him. The night before Asher had packed a bag of items that was worth a fortune, just to get him through the hardships that was coming his way. Inside the bag was the opium and Stregharia leaf mixture Charlotte had made for him on occasions. He inhaled the fumes, and looked upon the creature that murdered his family. The creature named himself Tartarus, a demon collector of souls for his station in limbo. He revealed to Asher that despite the fact that Asher was an infant when they first met, he still remembered how they shared an inseparable bond. He told Asher that they were tied together by blood and mind, and that wherever Asher will go, he would know. Tartarus told him that he knew Asher’s father, and that a debt he owed must be repaid. So to entice and punish Asher some more, he warned Asher that every where he went, he would follow and that every person he would love, or come to call a family, he would kill and collect their souls for his station in hell. That was the debt that would be paid, and he would have to pay it for the rest of his existence.
Sebastian Cuarón…
Life on the road had been hard without Charlotte. Asher had sold the items she had given him. Diamond rings, gold bracelets, all that he had was not enough to find the man known as Sebastian Cuarón. Either the man did not exist or he was dead. Asher had assumed the later. Two full years pased, and every time he would settle and meet new friends and people he had barely known for a couple of days would die, just as Tartarus had warned him. Asher had decided that if he was cursed, then the lives other others should not suffer for his existence. And just as he going to slit his own throat, a hand had taken the blade from him. The man turned out to be Sebastian Cuarón. He was a tall man of fair hair but a look about his face that said he had seen way too many things in his lifetime. He had come to immediately tell Asher that his soul was worth more alive and if he had killed himself, giving his soul over to hell would have caused a catastrophe of terrible proportions.
Sebastian Cuarón took Asher into his care, giving him clothing, shelter, and the financial backing that he needed. Sebastian had seemed like a man who had either hit the lottery or had a rather discreet lifestyle. Particularly since he did not leave his home, which was in actuality a mansion, in a beautiful and abandoned scape of New England. Sebastian had come to tell Asher that he knew Charlotte and that she had foretold him that Asher could come to him for assistance. Sebastian had watched Asher for the two years that he had searched for him, purposely being unfindable so that he could watch Asher’s determination and willpower. Though he was disappointed to what end Asher had came to as a result, he told the boy that he had what it took to hunt the damned. Asher on the otherhand was not sure if it was wise to stay with Sebastian since everyone died around him because of the debt to Tartarus. Sebastian chuckled at the thought as he often explained to Asher, even years later that he had an unlikely friendship and/or debt with own demon named Belial – and Tartarus could not come onto his grounds. This delighted Asher as he would come to sson consider Sebastian as the father he never had.
The Hunter and his assignment…
Eleven years later, Asher was now a man. And in the company of Sebastian, the two seemed like an unlikely pair but their friendship had excelled to a point where they were extremely close. Just as it usually happened, a stranger would come to their door, an elderly man who seemed like a mail carrier would come to hand Sebastian a tinted envelope with a street address, name and other details. Asher secretly had found out that Sebastian had a secret occupation that had explained the wealth. He had never figured out what the details were but he recognized that it would only happen when Sebastian would grow deathly ill. And once he returned from his voyage, he would be completely healthy once again. He come to think of Sebastian as a vampire but the man had none of the qualities of one. And he knew that if and when Sebastian wanted to tell him, he would.
Sebastian who had connections into the Hunter’s Circle, a council of sorts of hunters, had told Asher of a recent connection of mysterious illnesses happening in Rochester, New Hampshire. He was to go an investigate. But what had sparked his interest the most was this was the last place Charlotte had mentioned to him. Where she had found the Stregharia leaf. And it was of great coincidence that he was running out of it, he began to ponder if he could find the witches she had stolen it from and also perform his duties as a hunter as well, finding this monster and slaying it…
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His eyes peered at the man across the table from him. His eyes reeked of fear. This was exactly what he needed for this small opportunity. Asher sniffed mainly out his right nostril, keeping his eyes focused. But the nostril flare was exactly what he wanted to do. He needed to act like he was giving a “tell”. In the game of poker it had nothing to do with the cards that was in your hand, but if you could read the person across from you. Asher read him perfectly. He did not have jackshit. But giving him a false tell would make him think Asher did not have anything either.
“I raise… one thousand,” the man said.
Asher chuckled at the thought, but nodded his head appropriately. He smiled. He had exactly where he needed him to. But Asher wanted to appear still a bit frightful to play the hand. As he waited calmly, he pushed the appropriate amount of chips forward. A thousand even. And then the man waited patiently for Asher to reveal his hand.
On the flop there was a king of diamonds, an eight of hearts and an ace of spades. Another ace came up and a two of clubs on the river and so forth. He did not need even to look at his cards the when last ace came down. Instead he smacked his lips and then laid down his pair of cards. Asher’s hand was the other two aces. He smiled as he looked up into the man’s eyes that were now more made than fearful. He slapped his hand against the table.
Asher laughed again. “Cute,” he said coyly. Then reached over and raked in the chips that the man had just given up. All the while smiling at his achievement.
He lifted his head after raking in the chips and then raised a hand, looking around at the other patrons in the saloon. “Anyone else want to lose their kid’s college tuition to me?” Asher asked, laughing in the process.
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Post by ash higgins on Aug 23, 2009 10:16:08 GMT -5
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