Name: Ashley Morovoy
Job occupation: Chaplain
Appearance: Ashley is taller then the average person her age at six feet three Inches. Her hair is dyed black and red, barely reaching past her neck. She is Caucassian and has dark blue eyes. She has a average build with little muscle on her but no fat aswell.
She wears a black, fancy and ceremonial robe with gold trimming. Whenever she isn't doing a large congressional meeting she normally wears a leather jacket, free fingered gloves, blue jeans, and black work boots.
Personality: Ashely normally hides her emotions behind a mask of energy and crazy ideas. But hiding behind it is her weak will, she is incredibly fragile and is easily broken and sent into sadness if even a moderate friend did something mean to her. Adding to this is her gullibility and overall nervousness at things she cannot comprehend, ranging from darkness to the mysteries of this world.
Brief History: Ashley was born and raised by what on the outside seemed a normal family. But on the inside was a abusive mother, jealous of her daughter for taking away her "beuty", or atleast that's what the mother thought when she had gained excess weight after giving birth. After so many beatings Ashley's father finally left and Ashley felt all alone in the cold brutal world she had called home. Soon Ashley began hiding away from her mother, trying to forget eveything she knew. To cope she created a group of imaginary friends, who would talk, play, tell stories, and never hurt Ashley. When Ashley grew and matured so did her imaginary friends, and with there guidance she dyed her hair and ran away from her mother, looking for a new place in life. Stumbling around she had ended up in a dead beat town, where she got a home and lived happily for a year.
But people had begun wondering who she was talking to, and with each spotting of her talking to nobody people began to think she was talking to a god. People began asking, and in a confused state of mind Ashley just rolled with it. Soon people began to worhsip her imaginary friends and churches began popping up sporadically. Her religion took off and she, deciding to spread it with everyone, had decided to take the final frontier and went to space to this very station.
For the king, For the king, For the sake of Skyrim. For the Nine, for the hope of High Hrothgar's pass, and for all of Sovngarde; Where the souls sing your song. For the king, For our King, who will guard Hrothgar! Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin, wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan, fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!