Hero Asher von Terrorwin
Title Searcher
Age 26
Gender Male
Fealty The Covenant - Archivist
Weapons Asher carries a blacker than midnight katana style sword. It was made slender and sleek for ease of manipulation. The odd thing is that the sword's color is so dark that it often seems to disappear from view unless one is looking directly at the sword itself.
Magic Neuromancy
Familiar A black and white fox
Style Asher is as calm and calculated as anyone, preferring to observe, influence, and manipulate from afar. Though he is well trained in combat, and his abilities are honed very well, Asher has never been one to rush into a fight unless absolutely necessary.
Skills
• Strategic Planning
• Analytical Thought
• Persuasive Reasoning
Visage Looking fit for a man his age, Asher's body boasts toned and slightly built muscle that told of an agile man practiced in some form of fighting. Black hair adorned his head, allowed to grow out slightly but not so much it appeared unkempt. Often his hair would look messy, but yet it had a sort of planned look to it that simply could not come from normal bedhead. Grey eyes always scanned around the man, but normally the pages of a book. Tanned skin spoke of plenty of time spent outside, probably reading in the sunlight. A tall figure, standing near six feet and two inches tall, Asher was a handsome man, but not an overly distractingly handsome one.
Clothing Asher is never seen without his black shirt or black tabbard bearing the symbol of The Covenant. Often the remainder of his clothes are a simple black and/or white.
Psyche Always appearing quiet and thoughtful, Asher is known to keep largely to himself unless summoned. Spending most of his time with his nose in books, or out searching for some sort of information, he is generally passed over by those within the Archivist. However, he is known to be thorough, diligent, and tactful when it comes to his work, earning him much respect.
Privately, however, Asher's ambitions extend far beyond simply acquisition of Archivist knowledge. A few times he had almost let a sinister smile slip through the facade of meekness.
History Many believed that there was beginning and end to life, however this was false. Like a wheel, lives rotated in a circular fashion, spinning out the same individual at random times after their apparent death. They would look different, sound different, and often had no memory of past lives. Each life did have a beginning and an end, however, there was no true start or end to the cycle of lives a person lived.
Asher was simply the newest rendering of himself. A respun and reborn version of a man who lived several times over the past many years, however, Asher still retained many memories of his past life. Those of the age of magic were all but too fuzzy to recall, however they were there. Often they would be triggered by random bits of information, or a chance object, but never anything overly astounding.
Born and raised, at least in this time, in a monastery just outside of Frostkeep in Mercenary Territory, Asher seemed devoted to his studies from an early age. Stories of how evil magic users and the users of alchemy had been seemed to have prompted Asher as a youth to do all he can to make sure their terror never reigned again.
However, the internal Asher that remembered his past lives, especially the past few lives. Lives spent pushing things this way and that to pave the way for this life. These were the important years, and all was set to see his efforts come to fruition. An end to the reincarnations, Too much was lost between lives.
