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Asher Deveraux
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Asher Deveraux
Full Name
he/him, they/them
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31
Age
Human
Type
Civilian
Affiliation
N/A
Occupation
Manabu
Face Claim
A bleeding heart with a few too many holes to plug, Asher is a doctor who abandoned a cushy life in the Inner Cathedral to work at a clinic in the slums to help the poor. When he’s not setting broken arms and prescribing antibiotics for infections that may never fully clear up, he’s usually busy trying to build a garden in his attic apartment, because flowers are the only pop of color in an otherwise jaded life.
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Offline Created 04-05-2021
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“   The path you've chosen is paved with the dead.   „
In-Depth Information
Pronunciation     ah•sher deh•va•row Sex     male Birthday     2 november 2064 Alignment     chaotic good Sexuality     polyamorous pansexual Relationship     single Languages     english, french, italian Residence     stronghold Height     5'2" Skin     pale Eyes     blue-green Hair     blonde (natural: auburn) Build     svelte Tattoos     a small inverted cross on his left middle finger Piercings     labret; ears Health    healthy
What happens when you’re a bleeding heart in a world where everyone else is willing to slit each other’s throats in order to accomplish their goals?

You become cynical.

And that word is the defining core of Asher’s personality. He is very cynical. He expects the worst of most people and trust comes difficult to him; those he does like, he typically holds at arms length for fear of being hurt, and they are few and far between. He operates under the philosophy that it is easier to expect someone to let you down than it is to believe in the best, and most of the time he tends to be right. As such, it’s very difficult to become more than a casual associate at best with Asher.

However, one thing has not changed in spite of his growing bitterness toward the world, and that is his desire to do good: he goes slightly out of his way to try and help people and even those he doesn’t like, he isn’t inclined to kick when they’re down or slap away an outstretched hand, should they actually need it. This compassion is without a doubt both his most influential personality trait; it is both a strength and a weakness for others to exploit. He is incapable of leaving someone to fall on their face if he is capable of helping them, sometimes to his own detriment.

Other personality traits include a barbed, sarcastic sense of humor and a tendency to romanticize his own life in spite of his understanding that romanticism has next to no place in the world. Other people might give up on the idea, but he grows plants in his attic room and dreams of a butterfly garden that will never come to pass. He also has a bad temper, although the likelihood of actually inspiring that temper to flare is relatively uncommon. For the most part, Asher is pretty even-keeled, if distant: a cold fire. Always the audience, never the speaker; an introvert to his very core.

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” - Ernest Hemingway
Quick History
before the fall     Age 0 — 20
Born and raised in the Inner Citadel, Asher’s mother never knew his father -- and never cared to; all he was taught about him was that he was ‘an efficient donor’ when it came to reproduction. Toward this end, Asher knew from a very early age that his mother was raising him to take over her empire: she was editor-in-chief and exclusive owner of a popular magazine called Military Monthly, which catered to showcasing the latest in military technology and propaganda. Her goal was to produce the most effective heir for her to retire; someone brilliant and attractive to take over her position, and equally as ruthless as she was. She needed someone to take over when she retired, after all. Her precious enterprise could not fall to the waylines!

Her goals kind of fell flat when Asher came out much more humanitarian than she was. He spent his formative years being reassured of how much better he was than the average citizen, and the fact that he was a near prodigy helped further increase his mother’s ambitions. He displayed zero interest in running the magazine, but his mother did learn very quickly that while he was not the social mogul she was - he was brilliant.

Always ahead of the curve when it came to his education, Asher was able to speak several dead languages by the time he was a teenager - taught not by his tutors, but by his own sheer determination. By the time he was twenty, he was off to medical school and that was where the real horrors began.
The Hippocratic Oath     Age 20 — 28
When one goes into the medical field, most times it is with the goal of helping people. Asher was no different. While many around him were oblivious to (or simply chose to ignore) the suffering of those outside of the Inner Citadel, Asher was acutely aware of his unique position of privilege as someone from an affluent family (if his mother could really be considered family, at any rate). He aspired to become a doctor to help people live better, healthier lives. What he found at med school and his subsequent residency was not that, however.

Medicine, it seemed, was primarily focused on the survival and improved life of those who were useful to the Military, or who simply had enough money to buy their way. This was made alarmingly prominent when he found himself operating not on someone who was injured or dying, but on a perfectly healthy man who was willing to allow his organs to be harvested so that the money for that harvesting would trickle back down to his family in the slums, who were starving.

Do No Harm.

It felt like hypocrisy to perform the procedure, but perform it he did, because his patient begged him- because his patient’s daughter was starving to death and if his life put food on her table, it was worth it.

What was the point in learning to save lives, if the only real purpose was to take those of the less fortunate?

It was not one isolated incident, nor was it even two; it became a regular thing, for Asher was skilled with his hands and intelligent enough to be able to understand to keep his mouth shut. The paperwork was doctored, stating that the patient had underlying conditions - lying left and right to justify the harvesting of organs for the wealthy who needed them, from the less fortunate who would do anything to help their families or themselves. Sometimes it was criminals. Sometimes it was enemies of the Military. It was almost never someone who actually was dead or dying. The look in their eyes, especially those unwilling, would come to haunt his dreams. He heard their voices when he slept. Sometimes he saw their faces when he was awake. He had to get out. No amount of money was worth the nightmares. No amount of pride from his mother. No amount of safety. He had to get out.
the folly of man     Age 28-31
The decision to leave came not after any one major event, but instead by chance. One of the patients he was working on told him the name of a clinic in the slums that worked with the less fortunate. “You don’t have to live like this,” she assured him, before going under anaesthesia. He never saw her again, but that night after his shift, he packed a small bag and he left with no forwarding information and no explanation. Simply… gone. The less anyone knew, the better.

The clinic was a run-down piece of shit, though, and when he found it, the doctor who had been running the place had recently been arrested for unspecified reasons. It took him several days to get it cleaned up, but the mostly-abandoned building was largely of no interest to anyone beyond the usual patrols, who seemed content to just let him work on cleaning since he was of no harm to anyone. It took him a few months to be able to open it back up - a few months of extreme difficulty for someone who was used to having everything handed to him. Food was scarce; he lost weight. Supplies were difficult; he was not happy with some of the things he had to do in order to get them. But get them he did, and he ended up living in a shabby attic-style apartment above the clinic to save what little funds he had.

But for the first time in his life, he felt like what he was doing mattered when he started seeing patients and helping them. It was mostly minor things, like broken arms or legs, or the occasional STI - things that were commonplace among the poor. Infections ran rampant, illness hardly a stranger. For the first time though, his patients came back. Some of them donated money. Some donated supplies. Others still donated time to helping clean the clinic when they were well. And a couple even began bartering with some of the more shady characters around Stronghold in order to bring him supplies. He wasn’t stupid. He could figure out that they were from outside. Desperation, though, bred acceptance. In times when medication was hard to come by, there wasn’t a lot he was unwilling to do to get the things his patients needed. He still couldn’t save them all, but at least some of them made it back to tell him thank you.
Extra Information
doctor deveraux    surgeon
Though he works at a small and relatively down-on-its-luck clinic, Asher is in fact a classically trained and extremely talented medical doctor with a specialization in trauma surgery. He was trained in the Inner Cathedral, where he got most of his early experience - experience he does not really get to put to use much anymore, though he does stay on top of the latest medical procedures as best he can.

cooking     french-style cuisine
In addition to being a gifted surgeon, Asher also is very fond of cooking. Some of this comes from having to make the most of very little when it comes to food options, but he is exceptional at figuring out how to make ‘low end’ foods taste high quality. He excels at dishes in historical French style, which he studied a lot when he was learning the language as a teenager. He specifically is very good at vegetarian dishes, though this comes from his own refusal to eat meat (you might, too, if you saw some of what he had seen).

languages     and history
Those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it. For this reason, one of Asher’s favorite hobbies growing up was the study of history, with a particular emphasis on France and Italy, so much so that he taught himself both languages to remarkable fluency. This was in part facilitated by his mother, who also spoke French as part of her heritage (she is French herself, and his father is presumably of Asian descent). Language is literally the only thing he and his mother had in common to bond over and he is equally fluent in both.