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Basic info
Name: Aeson Tudor
Age: 31
Birthday: October 5th
Gender: Male
Race: Human, he doesn't remember this, but he has a fully mechanical heart.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 150
Face Claim: Worick Arcangelo - Gangsta.
Stats
STR: 5
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 1
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Major: Undecided
Likes:
Cookies: They are great. Best thing. Ten out of Ten. Would be bribed with.
His own voice of reason: He was largely considered the voice of reason in his small village.
Broccoli: He has never understood why it's gotten such a bad wrap.
Dislikes:
Grimm: He's had to fight them, and man, do they hurt.
Being Grim: He's never found a good reason to be so pessimistic.
Passion: On the flip side, he hates when people are super passionate about anything. No reason to get super into it.
Fears:
Large rocks: Like, boulder-sized.
Drugs: He used to do them.
Butter: He knows where this came from, but stays silent about it.
Overall Personality: He's opportunist, and often seems lazy cause of it. There's no reason for one to go all out when it comes to anything. He feels it important to actually hold back, since with most people, if they went all out people'd be dead. The 'all-out' most people attest to is just them trying a little bit. He knows, for a fact, that these people aren't going all out, for they aren't getting destroyed themselves. Not that he really cares. He has an extremely nihilistic point of view of everything. He really does think, that in the grand scheme of things, none of this really matters. This comes from the fact that he has a certain genetic disorder. Congenital Insensitivity to Pain, it's called. This makes him completely immune to the pain that he recieves. He still gets hurt and injured, but not the pain.
He also has one other thing he tends to regret to have. He has a thing called Hyperthymesia, or an extremely detailed autobiographical memory. He can recall pretty much anything in his past in vivid detail. However, because of this, he is always thinking in the past and almost never the future.
Other then all this, he hides it under a flirty and supposedly fun-loving facade. He also smokes. A lot.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Blue
Semblance: He's able to scan a zone all the way around him by sending out a wave of aura. While having no direct combat capabilities, he enjoys it's ability to tell him when he's outnumbered.
Item 1:
- Spoiler:
Item 2: His eye-patch is the center of a small aura field around his body that softens dust attacks. (Magical Armor T1)
History and Sample
- History:
- Aeson had an abnormal life from the start. He was born to two people, and then left on the street. He's then picked up by a very...interesting woman. One he calls mother. It's not his actual mother, and he's fully aware. He also knew how he was found, dirty and with a note to take the baby. This woman was about 19 at the time, and took on the job of being a mother. He respects his mother, if not for this single fact. Of course, he was a problem child. With his inability to feel pain, he didn't cry as much as normal kids. He got hurt a lot more, though. His early life wasn't very interesting. He got hurt a lot more then others, but it didn't matter. Not really.
He was considered a prodigy student. This was less because he was smart and more so because of his special memory. He literally just scanned the books and read the answers out. He could just take the memory from in his head, look at it and tell you it. Even down to the page in the book, if it was in the book. This made him ace tests and really just pass high school with retaliative ease. He didn't plan on going to college, even though he had perfect scores on those tests colleges looked at. He was going to work hard and get a good amount of money for the woman who raised him. He became, for lack of better work, an erotic dancer.
He, of course, did this behind his mother's back, which in itself was not terrible. It was when his mother's brother found out that lead to a terrible thing happening. He was 18 at the time, about ready to leave home. Then his mother's brother came to him, when his mother was gone. It was a fairly simple ordeal
- RP Sample:
- Aeson looked about. He could’ve easily dispatched the crew who had been sent to put him deep in the dirt. The gun on his hip was in his right hand, albeit partially gripped. He didn’t feel the need to preemptively fully grip the gun. That’d make him seem on edge, which he really wasn’t. He rubbed his eyepatch with his other eye, it bringing an odd sense of comfort compared to his constantly mildly depressed state. Not that he cared. All that mattered is getting out of this stupid situation alive.
He noticed the guy in the tree to his right. It would be a simple thing, to take him out. Nothing too difficult. However, there was a small complication. If he fired the first shot, he’d be charged with murder. After all, there’d only be witnesses on the side of the group, and not his. They were obviously going to be bias, no matter how he looked at it.
He decided that he might as well deal with what happens. It was a simple thing of, he was outnumbered, out-gunned but not out brained. Not with this squad of people. In a flurry of action, he brought his gun up and shot every man out of their respective tree. He put his gun back in his pocket, and walked over to the bodies. All of them were dead.
It was no big thing. Simple. After all, it didn’t matter what these people had in families, or anything like that. All that mattered was that he defended himself from those who wanted to cause him bodily harm. Even though he could feel no pain, he still didn’t quite adore bodily harm. He looked down, and noticed he had a bullet stuck in his shoulder. He sighed, actually disappointed in himself for getting his shirt ruined.
It was a really nice shirt, honest. It was all white, and now it was red and had a hole in it. It was rather rude of those people to shoot him but not do anything else. He sat against a tree, fully aware that he was bleeding from his shoulder. Did he care? That’s questionable. His lack of an ability to feel pain helped him in not caring, as that’s what made most people care. The pain and suffering, something he didn’t have.
