Asher

Serving as Space Station 13's head of security, Asher has been put to the test a million times over and come out unscathed each time, or at least mostly unscathed. He's seen more than his fair share of shootouts, arrests, fights, verbal showdowns, and inhuman threats during his career. Thankfully the medical tech available to the station crew is second to none, and at a glance one wouldn't be able to tell that Asher has been hurt more times than he cares to even half-remember. Being able to tell that he's a member of the station's security department is hard for an onlooker without his red jumpsuit and armor being actively worn. He just doesn't have the square-shouldered look that people expect to see when staring at a Nanotrasen-allied head of security, the mold is broken by Asher being quite the round-bodied fellow, maybe to an excessive degree depending on who one asks.

Practically immune to panic or even seeming slightly concerned, acting as if he's in everlasting control of situations at all times is a key aspect of Asher's personality. Nothing can break that grin of his and get it to come off of his fat face, and he rushes faster than lightning to act on opportunities to tease, make jokes, and emasculate others. As such, he very often fills silence and the ends of sentences with laughing, perhaps even to the point others may get annoyed. Asher still has the station crew's sanity in mind at the end of the day, so he has a rhythm to his jab and joke-prone routine that entails not overdoing either bit and keeping things fresh. Another great word for describing Asher would be "perverted," he is split right down the middle when it comes to his love for the two things that get his rocks off the most, those being a fat fetish and a comparatively more normal lust for sex. The fat fetish focused part of Asher's personality shouldn't be underestimated by any means even if it doesn't dominate his thoughts by itself, there's a reason he's so round, wobbly, and soft after all. He isn't just interested in his own fatness either, hanging out with Asher too much and listening to his suggestions will inevitably lead to one becoming as fat or even fatter than he is, ideally even fatter in his opinion. Standard station fitness protocols unfortunately, or fortunately, often are disregarded under Asher's command, he doesn't mind a security officer, warden, or detective under his leadership being a waddling butterball of a cop. The same applies to the crew in general, as someone being on the heavier side tends to mean they aren't up to trouble, how can they expect to follow Syndicate orders, or get up to supernatural evils efficiently if they're struggling to jog more than twenty feet without keeling over after all? Asher himself is hesitant about reaching immobility inducing sizes as the station's head of security, essentially, he'd much prefer to make someone else impossibly fat rather than be the helpless blob himself. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to throw caution to the wind and put on as much weight as possible however, being as fat as he already is makes him happy, but he's always contending with the idea that simply eating more could bring further heaviness. Back on the subject of Asher's pride and confidence, he too has gaps in his metaphorical armor. For example, he tries (and often fails) to keep the tail-wagging to a minimum as he finds it a bit silly, and he'd rather get shot by a rubber bullet than admit Unathi are known for saying "Weh!" when excited (He will never say this himself, if it's up to him).

At the age of thirty-three years, Asher is big in every way one could imagine. Seven feet tall, five-hundred pounds, and hiding a shocking amount of muscle beneath all of that wobbling blubber, he isn't an Unathi to be trifled with. At first sight one may imagine he's slow, or ineffective at throwing himself around, but this presumption is quickly squashed when he chooses to leap into action. Asher can sprint at frightening speeds and put up one hell of a fight when he needs to. Him running out of stamina is not the issue here, no. His actual biggest complaint about being forced to move quick is more amusing, sprinting and jumping makes the trifecta of his most beloved assets, moobs, belly, and ass, bounce and wobble about to the extent he'd describe it as uncomfortable. A casual stride is thus preferred by Asher even if he can move quick, because the far gentler jiggles induced by walking are on the other end of the spectrum, being pleasant in both sensation and weight. It should also be noted that his head of security gear does little to hide the fact that he's one morbidly obese example of the Unathi race. That pitch-black fancy overcoat, the red security jumpsuit, the gloves, the HUD with security info providing black glasses, the boots. None of them conceal that huge rounded pair of wobbly ass cheeks probably capable of suffocating someone, the belly perfectly capable of pinning someone to a wall with its width and mass, or the simply delightfully soft pair of moobs resting atop said massive gut. Color-wise, Asher is covered in grey scales with the exception of his lower jaw, the front of his neck, chest, and belly. Those other areas are a much lighter shade of grey. A line of short, rounded spines also extend downwards starting at the rear-end of the top his head, ending at the tip of his tail which itself is long enough to drag on the floor. And he might wear those black glasses of his a bit too often when the average crew member doesn't know that he has green eyes above that long, lizardperson muzzle of his. Lastly, Asher is packing one monster of a cock, and despite his belly's size, it doesn't stand a chance at covering its length, doubly so when erect. The fact he's one hell of a dominant lizardperson probably doesn't need to be said, with all of the previously explained features in mind.