Independent Asher Harmon

[Altaria]

Asher Fortune

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  - Asher Harmon || Philanthropist
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  Asher Harmon was born and raised in the decrepit alleyways of Corellia to a drug addict mother who had been pimped out to his father. Growing up practically homeless, Asher spent his days hustling, scavenging, and committing petty crimes for the local gang. To the young Asher, he was simply doing what he had to do to scrape by. He didn't care about who he mugged or stole from, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The tables would eventually turn on him. Asher would eventually go missing. His mother pleaded to the local law enforcement that her son was missing, but they assumed he was dead and went on with their days.
  
  Many years later, a 20 year old Asher turns up to Coruscant with a pocket full of credits. He starts a real estate company, APHarmon, which begins with Asher buying apartments, renovating them, and turning them back out for a profit. Eventually the company would provide services on other planets, and Asher's profits would continue to grow. Creating a small name for himself, Asher would expand the company to become an asset manager, that is, handling investments for clients.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  Physical Description​

  
  

  --- Species
  --- Gender
  --- Height
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  --- Eye Color
  --- Hair Color
  --- Force Sensitivity
  --- Human
  --- Male
  --- 180 cm
  --- 177lbs
  --- Blue
  --- Blonde
  --- Positive

  
  

  
  

  Known Affilations​

  
  

  --- Faction
  --- Rank
  --- Independent
  --- CEO
  

  
  

  Armor
  

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  Weapon(s)
  
  

  • Lightsaber
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  Transport
  
  

  • Nauur-Class Yacht

  
  Misc
  
  

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  T H R E A D S

  
  
  
  

  R E L A T I O N S H I P S

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  - Fortune || Cult Leader
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  Fortune would spring up not too long after the disappearance of Asher Harmon. Eventually the young boy would mess with the wrong person. A strange bulky man with a long stylish hooded trench coat made his way through the rainy market street on Corellia. Asher could smell something fishy was up and about around the man. He pulled of the usual heist and pick pocketed the man through the crowded street, making his way to an alley while doing so. The young boy checked to see the prize that was bundled up in some cloth, and to his surprise it was a lightsaber. Excited about the big score, he quickly made his way to the gang hideout to sell it.
  
  Entering the hidden back alley tavern, Asher exclaimed "Guess who just hit big today!" He expected to get everyone's attention, but something else occupied them. Behind Asher stepped in the same man before. He took off his hood revealing himself to be a red, male dathomirian. The stranger let out a sinister grin, and used the force to snatch the lightsaber from the boy's hand. The gang members quickly grabbed their guns, but the attack caught them by surprise. Asher was even more shocked, as he swore he couldn't recall seeing or hearing the man earlier. The dathomirian made quick work of the thugs and turned towards the boy, furious that his saber was taken away easily. He picked Asher up with the force and slung him across the room continuously. He would drag the boy through the blood that piled up on the floor and smash him into nearby furniture. The Sith then focused his energy in probing Asher's mind and break his psyche, however, the boy managed to resist. The Sith grinned again, and knocked the boy out before wrapping him up in a table cloth.
  
  The Sith wanted an apprentice of his own, but Asher became more of a pet. He was constantly put through brutal trials which required every ounce of willpower to survive. He was starved, drowned, whipped, burned, beaten, and more. The boy would be completely crushed. Eventually Asher managed to grab a hold of his master's journal. The Sith Master was nearing death, and planned on using Asher's body as a host. With this knowledge in hand, the boy waited for the perfect moment to strike. He would continue to act broken, angry, unstable, until the day came. Propped up on a sacrificial table, Asher waited for the experiment to begin, and struck his master from behind. He mutilated his master's body until it bits and pieces were all left to remain. The now 18 year old Asher was still left unsatisfied; he needed to wipe out the galaxy of the filth that label themselves as force users. He traversed through the shadows, scouring the galaxy for those who shared the same ideals as him and would form a cause.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Code Credits to @Zay