[center][h1][color=Red][u]"Now I’m Pissed!"[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
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[H2][color=red]Dead Head[/color][/h2][/center]

[indent][color=Red][b]NAME:[/b][/color]
[indent]”Name’s Asher, Asher Blake. Who’s askin?”
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[color=Red][b]AGE:[/b][/color]
[indent]”32 years young, baby. But I don’t look a day over 21.”
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[color=Red][b]SEX:[/b][/color]
[indent]”Do what? Oh, I’m a dude, clearly.”
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[color=Red][b]APPEARANCE:[/b][/color]
[indent] “Yeah? Sure I don’t mind posing for a few photos, make sure you get my good side.”
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[color=Red][b]GRIMIORE:[/b][/color]
[indent]The grimiore itself comes in the form of a metal pouch with 4 different colored marbles inside,
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[color=Red][b]INSTRUMENT:[/b][/color]
[indent] Nothing quite says “knock knock” like Asher’s iconic SPAS-12, dubbed [i]Hatred[/i].[i] Hatred[/i] is a solid black SPAS-12 with an angry red dragon painted on it in a manner that makes it wrap around the gun and positions its head so that it appears the dragon is roaring when the gun is fired. The upper rail features a set of hardened spikes running along the edges that give it a punky aesthetic to match Asher. It also features a strap that stretches from barrel to stock for convenience. Rather than standard buckshot [i]Hatred[/i] fires slugs of solid metal that pack one hell of a wallop. When at a nice close distance Asher can also use [i]Hatred’s[/i] special ability to fire off a short range burst of magical fire that’s nearly guaranteed to catch anything on fire on a direct hit.

GRADE: Gold
KEYWORD: Long Gun
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: A
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: [i]Dragons Breath[/i] allows [i]Hatred[/i] to fire off a short burst of magical fire in a close proximity. This acts as an ignite cast but only at short range, around 6 feet.
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[color=Red][b]STYLE:[/b][/color]
[indent]Carbon Fiber

Grade: Silver
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: B
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Upon taking esper form Asher’s body becomes mostly made from carbon fiber where possible, shedding weight and allowing him an extra degree of reaction time when attempting to dodge attacks.
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[color=Red][b]GENRE:[/b][/color]
[indent][b][i]Rage[/i][/b]

Asher’s melodies manifest as fiery constructs of his anger and rage, a deep hot fire reminiscent of smoldering coal. Asher’s fire feels much hotter than it actually burns to those without a strong resolve.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Fire
NOTES: [Ignite, Heat] Damage X, Damage, AoE, Puddle, Sky Call, Powerful, Scatter, Shield, Blink
SPECIAL: Ignition -- Asher’s ignite attacks are 1 rank higher.

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[color=Red][b]LEITMOTIF:[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Eye of Malice[/i] 

Bronze grade
Asher’s left eye stands out from the other when transformed, slightly larger and more intimidating with a deeper red emanating from it.
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[color=Red][b]PR:[/b][/color]
[indent]As far as accessories go Asher only carries a pistol and a baseball bat, for more delicate situations.
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[color=Red][b]BACKUP:[/b][/color]
[indent]N/A
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[color=Red][b]FACTION:[/b][/color]
[indent]”I only work for myself, ain’t nobody the boss of me!”
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[color=Red][b]TRIVIA:[/b][/color]
[indent]”What? Do you want my life story or something? Piss off!”

For the last 15 years the average day in the life of Asher Blake has been filled with debauchery, high octane metal, dangerous stunts, and a live fast die young attitude. Lead Vocalist of the band always did come with its perks, and Asher was never one to not take advantage of the situation. He and a group of friends formed [i]Dead Head[/i] in their junior year, choosing to drop out and pursue a musical career over traditional forms of education. It only took a couple of years before the group found a groove in their local scene and although it was modest it was a start. Through dedication and commitment over the next few years [i]Dead Head[/i] managed to grow more and more renown as they slowly grew into an ever more prominent force. 

By his mid 20s Asher Blake was well and truly a rock star. [i]Dead Head[/i] toured the nation and consistently sold out venues time and time again. But with all things, as time goes things change and people want different things. [i]Dead Head[/i], once a rising star, was now coming to a natural point in its life where its members sought change, different experiences, and a chance to grow. Much to the dismay of its fanbase, [i]Dead Head[/i] split up when Asher was 28. 

Without any plans and an obscene amount of money Asher wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. For the first couple of years the partying was enough but it didn’t really bring Asher any fulfillment. It wasn’t until a rather raucous block party that Asher found his calling. 

Disaster struck. An uninvited guest, a gruesome monster from the chaos realm. Debris and destruction rain around Asher. The crowd screams and runs to and fro unsure of who or what has caused the chaos. As he watched everyone around him running, terrified for their lives, something within him stirred. A strong connection reached out to him. 

The crowd almost seemed to part around him as he neared it. A shotgun, a standard pump action at first appearance but the longer Asher stared at it the more he could feel that just below the surface it’s true self lay waiting for him alone to take. As Asher gripped the weapon the dam burst, the emotions roiling in him grew astronomically as the anger within him almost took physical form. Bursting forth from him and the weapon it swirled around him in a storm of lights and magical energy. Spreading forth from his hand at the point of contact his skin slowly transformed into carbon fiber. Energy coursed through Asher’s body as his anger roared to life like a high powered engine. 

Just as quickly as the energy burst forth from him it also returned, swirling about him until it finally coalesced into a burning heat that seemed to radiate from his body. Asher gripped the shotgun, racked a shell, and set his eyes upon the source of the chaos. It was time to whoop some ass.
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