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Asher Vanak-Duth
| Age 24 |
| Gender male |
| Origin Wend, Vayden Wilds |
| Occupation Mercenary |
Asher hails from the village of Wend, in the west of the Vayden Wilds. That is not the place he was born, but he has lived there for some years, and the villagers know him well.Once a joyful and spirited young man. A recent injury has left Asher with most of his memories gone, and his personality drastically changed. Those that knew him before worry that he's become a completely different man.
Appearance
| Height 5'7" |
| Build broad |
| Hair black |
| Eyes silver white |
Asher has the grubby look of a commoner. His cloths are thick and well made, but worn, patched in places. Half his head is shaved close, a jagged scar still healing along the left side of his head. His eyes have a strange, piercing quality to them. Those who knew him before his accident might remember them as blue, but these days they seem too pale for that.
Personality
He's working on it.
Skills
A somewhat accomplished hunter and mercenary, Asher has a thick slab of steel that he calls a sword. He seems to know how to use it. He also has an impressive sense of smell, but nothing inhuman, and a good eye for detail. Like many ordinary folk, he doesn't have any talent with magic.
Dan Rathmore down the street said that the healer shaved his head when they stitched his skull back up after the accident. Asher wished they had gone and shaved the whole thing, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to get rid of the sorry half-mop himself. He blew a frond of his black hair out of his eyes as he shoveled another spoonful of soup into his mouth.
On the other side of the tavern counter, Miss Heidi held up the sealed letter that had Asher's name on it. She'd just finished reciting the message aloud for everyone. She was the only one in town who could read.
"Now, I don't think Asher should follow a summons so soon already, what with him still recovering," Miss Heidi said.
The old, grey-haired man sitting beside him at the counter, Jathos, shook his head. He puffed on a pipe and smoke slipped out of his mouth as he spoke.
"I don't be agreeing," he said. "The boy's sword arm is as good as ever. Maybe going to a new place and seeing familiar faces might bring back some of his memories."
"We can do that just fine here, with time and love."
Jathos shook his head again, smokier and more somber than before. The two of them kept disagreeing over Asher's head, and the young man started to tune them out. His eyes were focused on the seal stamped upon the outside of the letter. Everyone was acting like he ought to recognize it, but he didn't. Not the color, nor the faint smell of rich wine, nor the names signed at the bottom.
"I'll go," Asher said. The two of them both looked at him, eyes wide, united for the first time by their surprise at the boy's words. Pale grey eyes looked back, glancing from one to the other, expressionless.
"I want to go," he repeated.
A Start
Asher Vanak-Duth had lost much in the last month, but quickly he learned to focus on what he had left. He had his name, and he had a sword - which he seemed to know how to wield - and a village full of people who could tell the story of what had happened to him.Dan Rathmore down the street said that the healer shaved his head when they stitched his skull back up after the accident. Asher wished they had gone and shaved the whole thing, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to get rid of the sorry half-mop himself. He blew a frond of his black hair out of his eyes as he shoveled another spoonful of soup into his mouth.
On the other side of the tavern counter, Miss Heidi held up the sealed letter that had Asher's name on it. She'd just finished reciting the message aloud for everyone. She was the only one in town who could read.
"Now, I don't think Asher should follow a summons so soon already, what with him still recovering," Miss Heidi said.
The old, grey-haired man sitting beside him at the counter, Jathos, shook his head. He puffed on a pipe and smoke slipped out of his mouth as he spoke.
"I don't be agreeing," he said. "The boy's sword arm is as good as ever. Maybe going to a new place and seeing familiar faces might bring back some of his memories."
"We can do that just fine here, with time and love."
Jathos shook his head again, smokier and more somber than before. The two of them kept disagreeing over Asher's head, and the young man started to tune them out. His eyes were focused on the seal stamped upon the outside of the letter. Everyone was acting like he ought to recognize it, but he didn't. Not the color, nor the faint smell of rich wine, nor the names signed at the bottom.
"I'll go," Asher said. The two of them both looked at him, eyes wide, united for the first time by their surprise at the boy's words. Pale grey eyes looked back, glancing from one to the other, expressionless.
"I want to go," he repeated.
Art Credit: Petro Semeshchuk