CORBEAU, Asher Girard

Name: Asher Girard Corbeau
Alias: Ash
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: Haynesville, Louisiana
Group: Tunnel Hill Scavengers
Face Claim: Henry Cavill

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Appearance

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 245lbs
Preferred Weapons:Four Foot, Iron, Pinch Point Crow Bar, scavenged.

An old World War II Era SVT-40, given to him by his Grandfather.

Basic Appearance:A man of height above average, With middle length brown hair grey eyes and broad shoulders. He has the image of a crow snapping an olive branch in its beak tattooed on his upper left bicep in grey scale. He can be typically found wearing well worn work boots and a good pair of jeans.

Personality and Past


Personality: Generally friendly and quick to smile he has a hard time sitting still unless he has a hookah to center himself and anchor him. He has a difficult time trusting women in general, failed relationships and a mother who was always dumping him and his brothers off on his grandparents attributed to his failed outlook on women. He himself is a trustworthy individual though and his word is his bond, however he does have a tendency of making promises he can't keep. He is slightly absent minded and tends to dwell on the past which for him could fit nicely into a melodrama.

Likes:Cars, Hiking, Carpentry, Hookah

Dislikes: Alcohol, Women, Walkers

History: A car Mechanic by trade, he was always more of the introverted type. Never the first to make an introduction unless he is forced into the situation, he prefers the company of Cars, nature, and good carving wood. He carries a hookah with him though after the outbreak he seldom had the chance to sit down and have a good smoke.
Never married, he swore off women after encountering betrayal after betrayal so for the last several years his love life has been more than bare. Born the middle child of three, he has two brothers that tended to side with each other leaving him in the cold. They bolted at the start of the outbreak and he hasn't seen them since. He also hasn't been in contact with his parents in years, however his Maternal grandfather was another story. Having left everything in his will to Asher, for the last several years he had been living out of his grandfathers house in Haynesville. Besides the house, his grandfather left him many things, including an antique but well cared for Russian Semi-Automatic rifle from World War II, and a 1971 Volkswagen Beetle.

The Vehicle having been worn down, he had gutted everything. Taking out the old motor he replaced it with a new three hundred horsepower monster and installed an eighteen inch lift kit. Gutting the transmission he installed a new four wheel drive tranny and mudders.


Along the way after the outbreak, he modified his ride further to include a wedged front bumper and removable steel blades that he has mounted on the front and rear rims with locking pins. He jokingly calls it Steve, he tends to talk to his car, his flight from Louisiana was quite lonely.


Family

Father: Edwin Corbeau
Mother: Clarissa Roux Corbeau
Grandfather: Martin Roux
Siblings: One older and one younger brother, open for interpretation.

about the creator

Name: Wingz
Age: 24
Password: Accepted
RP Sample:A sudden cry brought Felshen's attention around and he ran to the front of the boat in time to see a moon elf charging what appeared to be a young woman with sword drawn. he had noticed the woman before in his pacing and she had just been looking at sea, an admirable trait in a woman, but not uncommon. The sea was beautiful and brought many a woman's attention. This was a sad excuse for a creature to behave. Let alone a moon elf, he was disgracing our proud race!

With a flick oh his wrist the stone of the dock shot out from the ground encasing the moon elves feet in an unbreakable shell of magick imbued stone.

A smile lit up the Captains face like a candle, finally the day was getting interesting. Making his way to the rail he stood upon one of the iron mooring chains which bond him to the dock and slid down it, Placing himself right between the woman and the attacking Moon Elf.

"My, My Brother. What Appalling behavior! Attacking a woman out of spite. You've disgraced our race you vile piece of centaur shit! What have you to say for yourself?" He cocked his head to the left and sneered drawing his long curved blade which he pointed not an inch away from the moon elf's eye, "Well, what say you?"

The Moon elf sputtered, "She's no Woman brother, Shes a Drow. She's almost as useful as a dead Male goat!"

Felshen turned his head, and took in her glowing eyes and dark skin. He smiled and turned back toward his captive, "So it appears she is brother, even more despicable of you. Not only do you attack an unarmed woman, but you discriminate against her and refer to her as a goat in her presence! You disgust me," Fleshing sneered, "It's Elves like you that caused the rift in our species to begin with,"

The Moon elf spat at Felshen and with a flick of his wrist he used his sword to send it back into the helpless moon elf's face. The infuriated elf glared icy daggers at Fleshing "You're going to regret what you did today Wood El.."

Felshen tilted his head and a sharp stone stalagmite shot from the dock and impaled the moon elf between the legs exciting from his screaming gaping mouth spraying gore across the dock, narrowly missing the Drow and himself. He then proceeded to loosen the hold of the stalagmite and the stone cuffs binding the dead moon elf to the dock and kicked him into the waiting bay and a watery grave.

"A disgusting creature as met a fitting end," Felshen smiled and spun on his heel to face the Drow, " My Name is Felshen Cresting, Captain of the Grey Heron and I wish to apologize for you having witnessed that,"