Who Is: Ashahael Leeford

Ash was a plucky child. Happy-go-lucky and easy to get along with for most of his childhood, Ash was often left to his own devices. Ash had never known a life other than that. As their riches grew, his parents spent less and less time with him until finally they stopped coming back. To this day he neither knows, nor cares where they are.

One fateful morning a gang of militant enemies of the HyperCorps Ash’s father ran, destroyed the home Ash had been inhabiting. He found himself without a roof over his head and had a reasonably terrible week fending for himself in the Million acre compound his parents carved in a mountainside. Cold and hungry, Ash (now 9) built a small hut out of pine boughs and tall grasses. Unfortunately, as he was lighting the fire to cook his squirrel for the day, a spark set off the dry pine and burned him to death.

His backup woke many later in a generic Splicer morph. His parents last “gift” to him was a backup insurance policy which automatically backed him up every 4 weeks. And they provided his latest Morph as incentive for him to take over the family business.  Unfortunately, there was the little matter of “the Fall” which had pushed many people to the fringes of the info webs and cause a great deal of pain. But Ash missed that entire event as he was surfing through the webs happy to learn as much about his parents’ contacts as he could. He briefly attempted a search for them but was thwarted when whole sections of the info-world went dark. Assuming his parents were in one of those clusters, Ash shed no tears as the fall continued.  He settled into the Splicer Morph his parents left him on Mars and began his adventures.

Fate had other ideas, though, and the fourth planet is often unforgiving of mistakes and novices. It was somewhat ironic that mere weeks after landing on Progress, a minor disagreement between the Tharsis League and the Planetary Consortium regarding their perceived sell-out of Martian interests to the radical Hypercapitalistic Expansionists caused a brawl and eventual shootout on the station. Ash was caught by an indirect fired proximity round and found his legs and torso separated.

His dying upload caught the eye of one of the CEOs of the Consortium and she promptly sent the credits required for his upload to the best Sylph morph money could buy. She intended for him to become his “main squeeze” as she referred to him, but he had other plans.

He is now refreshingly alone once more, with only his Trike, pistols, and muse, Geralds (Generic Elite Real-time Aide & Life Documentation System). He prefers it that way and has set up shop on a quiet street in Olympus. Ash is CEO of Leeford Investigations and Recovery. Which is a fancy way of saying he’s mostly unemployed.