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Basic info
Name: Aerios Raven
Age: 25
Birthday: October 5th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 150
Face Claim: Yuusuke Tozawa from Witchblade
Stats
STR: 1
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 5
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Duster
Likes: Finding new stories: Always one to explore, Aerios adores finding new stories. After all, new stories is new news.
Logic: He likes logic as it keeps his job running, and his mind running sharp.
Dust: It’s his form of defence, and offense.
Dislikes: Falsified new stories: He was raised to be a man of good integrity, not of disrespect.
Disrespect: While his first hate stems from this one, it’s the same basis. It’s how he was raised.
Durians: Blech. Terrible. That’s all that needs to be said.
White Fang: He gets particularly sour when around known White Fang members. Since they are the big reason why he lost his job; and most of his credit as a journalist.
Fears: Being Bound: He’s afraid of this for a few reasons. The main one? It’s associated with that one time he got CAUGHT by the White Fang. A particularly violent chapter.
His old boss: That man could be very, very scary. Scares him thinking about the guy.
Rabbit: Irrational fear, really. Had the phobia since child-hood.
Overall Personality: Never at a loss for words, nor ever lacking a camera, Aerios is your stereotypical journalist. Passionate about his job, he’s covered things from the racism against fanus, to gang wars. He’s a personable type, always willing to talk it out. He feels fighting isn’t exactly needed, denoting words can hurt a lot more than fists. This is coming from the guy who’s gotten punched. Multiple times. He’s not really that durable, but he’s survived to pure perseverance of will. No, not really. He’s survived through his ability to know when to stay and when to run. He’s just not one to put himself in danger, or others. He finds it ethically wrong and stupid.
He’s snoopy. Always curious. Never wants to be left of the blue. If he is ever in the blue, it’s rarely for long. He always finds out. After all, nothing is secret once he’s on the case.
Abilities
Aura type: Sprit
Aura Color: Grey
Semblance: Healing Bullets: By using his aura, Areios is able to create soothing bullets that can heal those that he fires them into.
Item 1: Double Barrel shotgun. While looking fancy, the blade’s just for show. It’s also really stylized.
- Spoiler:
Item 2: Vials of Air Dust
History and Sample
- History:
- Born in the small town of Nowhere, Somewhere, he was introduced to Grimm at a young age. He was taught not to fear Grimm; saving him from a fear quite a few have. He was a curious boy; always tending to do things he really shouldn’t. He’d be that one prankster in the school for awhile, because he was interested in how it felt. He was on the honor-roll for a little while during middle-school, he felt it boring.
It was when his family moved to a bigger city up in the area around Atlas that he figured, hey, why not try things. He started being flirty and such with both the ladies and the guys, and decided he enjoyed it. So, he became known as the flirty type; and he’s had those...relations, with both human and fanus, male and female. Even a bit of in-between.
It was during highschool that he became interested into journalism, and it just stuck. He’d be the first to run out and cover stories, and take pictures of events. It was a passion of his. He went honor-roll as proof he could still do it. At 18, he joined up with the local newspaper who had seen his private work, and loved it! He was on the fast track to victory.
Years passed, went and gone. We land when he was 23. He was a Senior Investigative Journalist. A white-fang branch has opened two years prior, and he had heard some… not so nice things about them. He decided to investigate.- Terrible time in his life, losing his job and dealing with the White Fang.:
Aerios stepped next to the rather large warehouse they used as a place to meet. He had done his research. It was bought with all the proper papers, and proper prices. So nothing fishy when it came to that. He also denoted that a few major people in the city just happened to be there. it wasn’t anything too crazy yet. Nothing really worth a news-story.
He then actually looked into them and noticed some fighting. Snap Snap went his camera, and he went back to him home to look at his pictures. He then noticed who was fighting. The mayor… and was that the librarian from the high-school? He knew they weren’t the most honest people, and he knew the mayor was in the White Fang… but the librarian? He was hurt. Honest.
Skip to the next day, there was going to be a meeting. He had gathered a few old news stories, done by others and noticed a large thing. All of them were violent. He’d have to get close. It was dangerous, as the last time this happened, the guy didn’t come out for three days and came out bruised and bloody.
Of course, he had taking more dangerous pictures. Like hanging off the side of a building, my only your legs. That one was dangerous. Never doing that one again, too risk. After all, he doesn’t exactly have… the most strength. About average as far as he was concerned. He strided in, and took a few pictures. He was then told to, pardon the french, F*ck off.
He did… sort of. He promptly decided to go against his morals and find things out. He went in the back door, and took pictures of some fraudulent practices. Like counterfeit money, and things like that. Well, he did, until there was blunt force trauma to the back of his head. Promptly knocked out, he wouldn’t know what happened in the coming hours.
Upon waking up, he found his arms bound to a pipe above him, and a few bruises. He was certainly in pain, but nothing too serious. He'd had pain more from gym class. Mile runs sucked. Looked up, he was met with a familiar face. Ellie. She... well, she used to be his girl-friend. They had done some things, and he decided to make a joke.
"You didn't have to tie me up for this sort of activity!"
That terrible joke was met with a club. A club to the ribs. That one stung, yikes. It took all of his will to not make more jokes, considering everything. He wasn't quite fit enough to do those pull-ups that all those cool movie guys did, so he was kind of stuck. He looked to his left, then right. He saw his camera was broken, but they had missed the pocket in his pants. No, that was not an innuendo. He always kept a digital one in his pocket. After being told that he's not allowed to take pictures that make them look bad, he frowned.
"So what you're telling me... is to not produce the truth? You know I can't do that El. Now let me down. You know I'd have to kill myself before falsifying the truth."
She cut the ropes and then gave him a revolver. Told him if that's what it takes.
He smiled and put the gun up to his head. After sneaking a hidden healing bullet in the chamber, he put the gun up to the side of his head and fired. He then fell backwards, lowered his pulse, and slowed his breathing. She actually took him as dead. Amazing. Time passed and she left. He got up, Revolver in hand, and checked the corners. He switched to his camera, shoving the Revolver in his pocket.
He placed his body against the door, and waited for a person to come in. An hour later, someone appeared on the other-side of the door. Why wasn't he gone? WHY? Because. He was determined to get this story. In slide exactly who he really didn't want. Ellie. He still pointed the gun at her, right on the bridge of the nose. He backed up, to the wall, and told her to stand against it. He snapped a picture when she did, and he then threw it at her and ran out. Ran as fast as possible through the back of the warehouse.
He went to the editor with this, who quickly told him no. He had no proof. He only had a picture of a woman, who wasn't exactly wearing White Fang Uniform, if such a thing exists.
That, and a few other mishaps farther along the road destroyed his reputation. They always revolved around one thing. The White Fang. Every. Single. Time. No evidence popped up, even though he could swear that he always did things. He knew what was happening, yet had no evidence. Every time he tried, he got shut-down. Even when he left his camera in the office, pictures were somehow gone.
After awhile, anything he said, was discared as a lie or some kind of falsified news story.
Lately, he had traveled to Bellmuse to join Syne, and was accepted soon after. How did he get his shotgun? Some rather rich sympathizers happened to make it for him.
- RP Sample:
- To say that he didn't plan on being in between a gun and a fist wasn't his plan today, would be an understantment. "It'll be okay guys. No need to be so..violent. Especially since I just happen to be in the middle. I mean, jeesh. Come on. Calm down." He let out a nervous laugh. He wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to get out of this, but no one put a gun to his head and lived to tell about it! Or at least, that's what he wish he could say. He got himself into it, because they were roommates, and it was not a fun time when they were at each others necks. They could really take a page from his book and not fight. Fighting took energy, and although he had lots, he rarely wanted others to fight. After all, that meant he may have to break it up. Something he really hated to do.
