Ace Deathshead
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 24
Species: Moth Person
Short Description: A somewhat friendly and calm moth fellow. He is an alcoholic lightweight drunk. He smells like whiskey and soda. Seems to be of Polish origin.
Profession: Captain, Bartender, Medical Malpracticer
Colors: Light cyanish blue #85D1FDFF skin color and dark blue eyes #296994FF
Height: 178 cm (5'10'')
Weight: 66 kg (146 lbs)
Blood Type: O+
Permissions:
Author: Saver310
Fanworks: Appreciated
Limits: No NSFW
AI: Fuck no
Summary:
Ace Deathshead is a Polish moth and an alcoholic lightweight drunk. His favorite drink is Dr. Gibb or a small amount of whiskey. He has a gnarly bullet scar on his chest. He speaks Polish every once in a while, even more when he's drunk. He's not a smoker but he likes smoking cigars. He smells like whiskey and soda. He cares for his customers and is willing to comfort anyone distressed/wasted/high. Even in the far future of today, he's an avid enjoyer of 20-21th century media for some odd, unexplainable reason.
Lore:
The Day Before
It's still unknown how Ace came to this world, but there are rumors that he was "brewed up in a basement of a bunch of Polish alcoholics and fed whiskey at a young age". Before "the incident", Ace used to be a frequent contributor to various demo and crack groups. Ace was also only known as Bezimienny, or Bezi for short, which literally means "nameless" in Polish.
The Incident
After celebrating his 18th birthday by getting completely wasted at a local bar with a fellow friend, stealing a whole bottle of whiskey, assaulting a fellow barkeep, getting into a bar fight, winning, stealing the barkeeps empty shotgun and ultimately getting whacked on the head unconscious by the pissed off barkeep, Ace found himself on an unknown space station with memory loss and felt the urge to serve drinks and food to fellow crew members for a living. He later decided to call himself "Ace Deathshead".
The Guy With The .45
Two years after the incident. While Ace is minding his own business and doing his job like a champ, a visibly drunk guy walks up to him, demands all the alcohol and aims the .45 pistol at Ace. Ace, worried for his life, reaches for his last whiskey bottle and attempts to resolve the situation by SMASHING THE BOTTLE OVER HIS HEAD. While the drunkard is lying on the floor Ace hops the counter and attempts to hold him and call security. The drunkard grabs his pistol while Ace is not looking and swiftly shoots him in the chest, leaving Ace scarred. Ace, enraged with his adrenaline pumping, takes the smashed bottle, slashes the drunkard's throat and beats his face to a pulp, leaving him unrecognizable. Ace, writhing in pain, slowly bled out until being spotted by a paramedic.
