RICHARD BRUCE ASHTON

RICHARD BRUCE ASHTON Jul 24, 2016 20:47:26 GMT -8

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RICHARD BRUCE ASHTON

T H E B A S I C S
SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP
CASHING IN MY BAD LUCK
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`` FULL NAME Richard Bruce Ashton
`` NICKNAMES Rick ; Ricky ; Dick

`` GENDER Male
`` ORIENTATION Heterosexual
`` OCCUPATION Guild Master
`` LANGUAGES English

`` BIRTHPLACE Liverpool, England
`` BIRTHDAY December Third
`` AGE Forty-Six

`` EYE COLOR Brown
`` HAIR COLOR Brown
`` HEIGHT Five Feet, Eight Inches
`` WEIGHT One-Hundred and Seventy-Five
`` DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS None
`` SCARS None visible
`` PIERCINGS None
`` TATTOOS Left bicep has his son's name: Isaiah, and right bicep has his wife's name: Marylyn
`` FACE CLAIM Robert Downey Jr.

`` MEMBER GROUP Mortal

T H E P A R T I C U L A R S
SOME NIGHTS I WISH THAT
MY LIPS COULD BUILD A CASTLE
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Dick is someone who shoots first and asks questions later in most situations. Which tends to lead to a lot of unanswered questions. He's a no nonsense kind of guy. When he asks you something he wants an answer, not a run around of excuses and lies, that leads to him ultimately just shooting you. He doesn't have much patience when it comes to people he doesn't respect, and his respect is a hard thing to earn. While he wouldn't mind taking a bullet for someone, if he doesn't like you, he'll just let you die. He's also very curt and brash. He generally doesn't have much to say, so when he's asked a question he will give quick, one-word answers and on occasion a grunt. He doesn't necessarily mean to be rude, he's just preoccupied with his own thoughts to give most people the time of day. He's a very busy man.

At one point in Dick's life he had been an open and compassionate man, but that was when he was with his wife. She brought out the better traits in him after they met and married. He found he could share things with his wife that he couldn't share with other people and felt as though his wife was actually understood him. His life had always been complicated as he grew up, but his wife was a shining light that allowed him to express his feelings. And when his son was born, Dick became a happier person, feeling as though he had a true purpose in life. Then, six years later, his family was killed when their car was hit head on by a drunk driver. At that point, he felt that light and happiness within him darken again and he became the dick we see and love today. Although, being the master of a guild, he likes to keep those who work under him close at hand, especially the younger ones. While he's a dick on the outside, he does have a strong sense of family and doesn't want to lose anyone else from his life if he can help it.

Because of his upbringing he has a very sarcastic outlook on life. Dick is kind of pessimistic, he sees things with in a negative way, for example, anytime something bad happens he expects to die. Or for someone to die, or for someone else who knows someone is going to die. Basically, he's always expecting someone to die. He's sarcastic in the way that drives other people insane trying to guess if he's being serious or not. It's like his first language, he's able to react to people with so fast that his dick-ish retorts are a second nature. Which does get him in trouble with authority figures.

There are a few things that do bring a smile to his face. He enjoys the company of women. Very, very loose women. The kind of women he has to pay to have them spend time with him. Cough, cough. He also appreciates the theater, mostly operas and on the occasion depressing shows that leave him feeling better about his crappy life. There is also one thing that he loves above everything else. One, tiny, itty-bitty thing: Telemarketers. Now, you may be questioning as to why he loves them so much, but it's not so much that he loves them, it's that he loves that they call. He considers them his personal shrinks. While they babble on about the exciting new product or service they're trying to get him to by, he spends the entire time bitching, whining and threatening to hunt them down and kill them if they ever call him again.

Which of course, they do.

`` FAVORABLE TO
§ Drinking, a lot
§ Whores / Strippers
§ Telemarketers
§ Various weapons
§ Money

`` UNFAVORABLE TO
§ Snakes
§ Most people
§ Especially people in cars
§ traveling long distances by car
§ Forms of music that isn't classical or opera

`` ENJOYS
§ Drinking
§ Whoring
§ Threatening to kill telemarketers & harassing them.

FOOD § Beer
NUMBER § Thirty seven
COLOR § Brown
ANIMAL § Grizzle Bear
MUSIC § Classical & Opera
BOOK § If I Did It: O.J Simpson
MOVIE § Fight Club

`` AFRAID OF
§ Snakes
§ Museums
§ Deserts

T H E H I S T O R Y
BUT I STILL WAKE UP
I STILL SEE YOUR GHOST
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Richard's story begins in the late 1960's. He was born in Liverpool, England to a family of three. They lived in a one bedroom house that was run down to the point of being considered dangerous to live in by the city. But they were poor and his parents didn't make enough to move them out of the area. His mother was a meth addict, and loved her drugs more than she cared for her two sons, his father was a boxer, bringing home scraps and only a few bucks every weekend to help pay for their living and the meth. What his mother didn't spend on drugs or rent, his father spent on alcohol. He was an angry drunk, and spent most of his time home either beating Rick, or his brother.

When he turned eight there was a fire in the house started by his mother's pipe when she passed out after an overdose. His brother and mother died in the fire, leaving Dick alone with his father after the fire settled. It wasn't an easy transition, his father couldn't afford much so they lived in another run-down shack just a few blocks over. He spent most of his time outside playing with the other kids in the neighborhood and avoiding home as much as possible. His father continued boxing and beat Richard, inadvertently teaching his son how to defend himself and how to fight back.

In his teens he was forcibly sent into the foster system after a particularly bad beating from his father. He didn't enjoy it, at all, and before a full week passed with him at the home, he ran away. He hopped a train taking it into London and from there he tried to find himself work. Which wasn't easy considering he had never had any schooling. After searching for a few weeks and living on the street, Dick found work at a factory. Packaging, moving, and lifting boxes in and out of trucks. It wasn't easy work but it paid well enough for him to eat. And after a few years he had saved up enough to get himself a small flat in the outer parts of the city.

In his twenties he, sadly, followed in his father's footsteps and began fighting in the underground arenas. Finding it a decent amount of money that helped him afford his coke addiction. He wasn't proud of the life he was leading, but instead of making up excuses he just accepted that he was fucked up since birth. At twenty-two he overdosed, waking up a few days later in the hospital after an elderly woman from his apartment building found him halfway down the stairwell. He considered it a wake up call, and started to ween off the drugs. Finding it harder than he expected, he ended up joining a support group (upon being forced to by his doctor) and that's where he met Marylyn.

She had been an exchange student from Australia, in England on a VISA to attend an esteemed art school. It was there that she met her first English boyfriend, Eddie, and was introduced to meth. She became addicted to it, Eddie using her for sex whenever she wanted another hit. And when he broke up with her for a much younger girl, she attempted to commit suicide. It hadn't worked and Mary enrolled herself into the support group, wanting to get clean before she returned to Australia.

Richard felt as if he had found the one person who would make his life worth living. It didn't take long for him to convince Mary of the same thing, and together they sobered up and he followed her back to Australia. They married a couple years later and less than nine months later their son, Isiah was born. Dick fell in love with the baby boy and devoted his new life to being a better parent than either of his had been. Except this life wasn't destined to last for very long. Three years after their marriage, Mary & Isiah were both killed by a drunk driver on their way home from visiting her parents. This left a gaping hole in Dick's heart that wouldn't patch itself up for years.

He grew a deep hatred for people, going to bars and picking fights with whoever dared to even look at him. He grew impatient and quit his job, willing to go back to living on the street so that he wouldn't have reminders of his family at every turn. He tried to get back into underground boxing, but it wasn't as popular here as it had been back home. Debating on leaving for England, he spent another sleepless night in a bar, drowning his hatred in beer and whiskey. But this time when he picked a fight, he picked the wrong person.

Although he ended up winning the fight, the guy he beat into the ground had friends. They came up behind him, throwing a sack over his head and dragged him into a vehicle. He passed out during the journey, waking up when someone poured a bucket of water over his head. He started cursing, yelling at the men to stop playing spies and to just kill him already. He carried on for a few minutes in complete darkness before a light was switched on. The room was full of several men, dressed all in black with guns strapped to their sides. He asked for death but was met with a counter-offer.

They were an elite group of people who hunted those that were a threat to society. Dick didn't care much really, the only people he wanted to protect were dead already. However, he did like that fact that he was hired to beat people up. Once he started though, he didn't realize that he was expected to kill these people as well. Although he had to learn quickly that people had supernatural gifts and powers, most of the people that the Hunters brought in were younger than him and weren't a threat to anyone.

After a few months, Dick left the Hunters, starting up his own branch with a few of the members from the Guild. He created his as a safe haven for people that the crazy Hunters wanted to kill. Ten years of being the Guild Master gave Dick a reason to start caring about life again. Although he was never the same person before his wife's death, he was left with a patch over his heart that gave him some hope for his future.

`` MOTHER Candace Ashton (deceased)
`` FATHER Robert Ashton
`` SIBLINGS Michael Ashton
`` SIGNIFICANT OTHER Marylyn Creaton (deceased)
`` CHILDREN Isiah Ashton (deceased)
`` OTHER None

T H E A B I L I T I E S
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`` ABILITY/POWER None

`` STRENGTHS
§ Knows how to defend himself
§ Quick witted
§ Athletic, built

`` WEAKNESSES
§ Has a temper
§ Rude
§ Introverted