Ash Foster

Character Name: Ash Foster

Nickname(s): Mr Foster, Fosters

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 27

Birthplace: Brighton, England



Height: 5'9"

Weight: 80 Kg (176 lbs)

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark brown.

Hair Style: Neck length, unkempt

Facial Hair: Brittle hairs on chin (shaved once every 2 weeks if able)

Skin Color: White, slightly tanned

Build: A little thinner than average.

Distinguishing Features: Burns in multiple areas throughout the body



Profession: Raider, part time cook

Skills: Craftsmanship, firearms

Training: Basic repairing, recycling flamer fuel

Other Abilities: Cooking

Apparel: Thick gloves, a dirty white shirt with a suit and tie, denim jeans, boots, a gas mask, a padded vest under shirt.

Weaponry: Flamer, Shishkabab, Electronic Welding torch

(Picture courtesy of Chedda.)

Other Equipment: Satchel bag, stimpaks, food, water, fission batteries, clean filter cylinder.



Affiliation: Red Liberator crewman, Raider (formally)

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Casual, likes to joke around. Also has an unhealthy obsession with fire, becomes slightly sadistic when in its presence.





Ash was born into one of the many families of scavengers living in Brighton, East Sussex. They lived a relatively peaceful life, making sure never to go into Raider territory, staying away from strong creatures and having small safe house's set up at regular intervals. They were lucky, and even had a small little trading settlement on the west side of town. One day, when Ash was about 6, his luck ran out.

The trading square, ever bustling with life of the semi-thriving community, was attacked by large group of Raiders. The people designated to watch the perimeter didn't stand a chance. The whole square was pillaged and burnt by the Raiders, anyone unlucky enough to have survived was taking by the Raiders. Ash was one of those unlucky few.

The children were put in cages, to be killed or worse, while the adults and everything inside them were used as decorations. The Raiders had set up a little arena, in the form of a 5 meter wide ditch surrounded by barbed wire. Two kids would go in, one would leave, most of the time anyway. Eventually, Ash was taken to the hole, thrown inside with another young boy, and told to fight to the death. Neither child wanted to kill the other, but neither wanted to die either. And so, the fighting started.

Occasionally, the Raiders would spice things up, throwing a weapon inside to make things interesting. The weapon varied, sometimes they would throw in a knife or a baseball bat, others have thrown in a gun with one bullet, whatever they had around really. Ash was lucky enough to be thrown in on one such occasion. He was given a large welding torch, with an old fission battery inside. It was in that cage that he first discovered his love of fire, or as some would call it, 'Pyromania'.

The fight was short and painful, Ash ending up with a few cuts and bruises, the other guy wasn't so lucky. Although as terrifying as the image of the boys skin melting was, he somehow found the flame peaceful. That become his new anchor in the horrors that he was forced to endure, as long as at the end of the day he had fire, it didn't matter. As the years passed by, his sanity dropped and he was eventually considered an official Raider in his own rite.

He somehow wound up as the Raiders cook, and developed some delicious (by their standards) if not slightly burnt meals. During raids, he still carried around with him his signature welding torch, but had also adding a Flamethrower and Shishkabab to his choice of weapons. So he wouldn't have to constantly switch between the fuel tank of the Flamer and the sword he modified both slightly. They both ran off the same kind of fuel, it was only a matter finding a big enough tank, then connecting the pipes of both weapons to the one big tank.

After prolonged exposure to smoke created by fire, Ash's lungs started to struggle. He became prone to sudden and painful coughing fits. None of the Raider had any medical attention, and so he couldn't find out what was wrong. After trying many solutions he came to the conclusion that instead of trying to fix his lungs, he could just prevent the smoke from reaching them. After ravaging through the Raiders supplies he eventually found what he was looking for: an old, still functioning, gas mask. Over time, he worked out that he would need to find spare cylinders, as the current one started failing. Over time he found more and replenished the numbers whenever possible.

Eventually the British government decided that this particular group of Raiders was a little too large to simply ignore. And so the next day the Raider settlement came under attack, leaving less than a handful of survivors. With no leading figure to hold them together, they disbanded. Ash went his own way, and eventually came across a group of so-called pirates aboard a large relic of a vessel. Curious and excited, and with nothing else to do, Ash ended up joining this group. Now he is assisting some Dutch Prince in his mission to stop the war between the Royalists and the Government. So begins Ash's time on The Red Liberator.