Post by Admin on Jan 28, 2015 6:02:31 GMT
OOC NAME: Reaper
GHOST TAGS: Lord of War
MODEL USED: Francesco Cura
NAME: Asher Price
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 196 lbs
RANK: President of Price Industries and Atlas International
PAY GRADE: N/A
RELIGIOUS PREFERENCE: N/A
MARITAL STATUS: Divorced - Anastasia King-Price
SKILLS: Brilliant intellect, brilliant engineer, expert hand to hand combatant, expert marksman, expert negotiator, master influencer, natural businessman.
BIO:
Asher was born to a Meth addicted prostitute; his mother gave birth to him just before leaving him in a dumpster behind a local bar. His tiny little cries eventually captured the attention of a homeless woman, unable to raise a baby she brought him to a hospital where he was placed in a group home. But she didn’t stop there, she visited him every week, every time the care giver's would allow. She always smiled, she always looking upon him telling him how he was a miracle, how he was stronger than anyone she had known, how he was smarter. Asher grew and their relationship blossomed, until his 11th birthday, she didn’t come. She had always come. He had later learned that she was raped and killed by a local thug. Asher hated it, his own mother gave him up for dead, and his father had never known he existed. This woman was the only person who had ever cared. A piece of Asher’s soul died with her. Asher pushed himself harder than he had ever done before. A gifted mind allowed him to graduate high school by the age of 13. Accepted into MIT where he earned a double doctorate in just three years. Asher shocked the world upon graduation.
Everyone wanted the boy genius to work for them, but Asher hated people. He couldn’t see himself working for anyone other than himself. Asher built and designed his first weapon, a pistol that didn’t jam. By 19 he had produced his first line of weapons. It wasn’t enough; he had made his first million by 20. By 21 he was the youngest self made multimillionaire on the planet. Shallow and empty was how he saw his life, it was only than that he thought back and remembered when he was happy. When he was with her, they way she smiled, the way she encouraged him, the way she cared when no one else in the world seemed to. Asher broke at that moment; he decided he would take his life back. It took him only a couple of weeks the locate the man who had killed her. He found the man watching him and his friends sitting at a local pub, he waited, simply wanting to make sure there would be no witnesses.
Soon the men left following a fourth man out of the bar, standing and walking just a bit behind. Following them into the parking lot, where they moved to a van. One moved to the van, he yanked out a young girl from the back of the van, she was stripped down to her underwear her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth bound with a gag. They moved around her as he approached from behind them. Drawing his pistol with his hand inside of a plastic bag. In a flash they were dead, all but the one who had killed her. No he wanted to look into his eyes as the life left them. pushing the barrel of his gun into the man’s mouth as the man’s eyes went wide. Pressing the trigger and watching as his brains decorated the side of the van. 10 years later, the world stumbling, unable to keep people safe Asher decided that he would take the responsibility into his own hands.
GHOST TAGS: Lord of War
MODEL USED: Francesco Cura
NAME: Asher Price
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 196 lbs
RANK: President of Price Industries and Atlas International
PAY GRADE: N/A
RELIGIOUS PREFERENCE: N/A
MARITAL STATUS: Divorced - Anastasia King-Price
SKILLS: Brilliant intellect, brilliant engineer, expert hand to hand combatant, expert marksman, expert negotiator, master influencer, natural businessman.
BIO:
Asher was born to a Meth addicted prostitute; his mother gave birth to him just before leaving him in a dumpster behind a local bar. His tiny little cries eventually captured the attention of a homeless woman, unable to raise a baby she brought him to a hospital where he was placed in a group home. But she didn’t stop there, she visited him every week, every time the care giver's would allow. She always smiled, she always looking upon him telling him how he was a miracle, how he was stronger than anyone she had known, how he was smarter. Asher grew and their relationship blossomed, until his 11th birthday, she didn’t come. She had always come. He had later learned that she was raped and killed by a local thug. Asher hated it, his own mother gave him up for dead, and his father had never known he existed. This woman was the only person who had ever cared. A piece of Asher’s soul died with her. Asher pushed himself harder than he had ever done before. A gifted mind allowed him to graduate high school by the age of 13. Accepted into MIT where he earned a double doctorate in just three years. Asher shocked the world upon graduation.
Everyone wanted the boy genius to work for them, but Asher hated people. He couldn’t see himself working for anyone other than himself. Asher built and designed his first weapon, a pistol that didn’t jam. By 19 he had produced his first line of weapons. It wasn’t enough; he had made his first million by 20. By 21 he was the youngest self made multimillionaire on the planet. Shallow and empty was how he saw his life, it was only than that he thought back and remembered when he was happy. When he was with her, they way she smiled, the way she encouraged him, the way she cared when no one else in the world seemed to. Asher broke at that moment; he decided he would take his life back. It took him only a couple of weeks the locate the man who had killed her. He found the man watching him and his friends sitting at a local pub, he waited, simply wanting to make sure there would be no witnesses.
Soon the men left following a fourth man out of the bar, standing and walking just a bit behind. Following them into the parking lot, where they moved to a van. One moved to the van, he yanked out a young girl from the back of the van, she was stripped down to her underwear her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth bound with a gag. They moved around her as he approached from behind them. Drawing his pistol with his hand inside of a plastic bag. In a flash they were dead, all but the one who had killed her. No he wanted to look into his eyes as the life left them. pushing the barrel of his gun into the man’s mouth as the man’s eyes went wide. Pressing the trigger and watching as his brains decorated the side of the van. 10 years later, the world stumbling, unable to keep people safe Asher decided that he would take the responsibility into his own hands.