Name: aiden

Age:
twenty eight

Gender:
male

Familiar: I’d like to trade his first coin for a spotted hyena familiar, seen here:
http://www.ubercharged.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/hyaena1.jpg


Appearance:

With a twice-broken, hooked nose that is only the slightest bit too large for his face, vaguely aristocratic cheekbones, and sparkling blue eyes that twinkle mischievously under heavy eyebrows, Aiden’s face is so homely and mis-matched that it can almost be described as handsome again. He daily curses the premature graying gene that is prominent on both sides of his family, because the dark brown hair that he keeps just a little longer than a tight trim began to gray at twenty, leaving him with a salt-and-pepper mixture that makes him look five years older that he really is. His wide smile is a little crooked but almost always present; and the ladies that love him fawn over the dimples that he will forever deny the presence of, because he is of the firm belief that real men don’t have dimples. His southern heritage left him with skin stained a handsome bronze and his constant energy and activity gifts him with a body that is lean and well muscled. He only barely taller than average height, and typically does not stand noticeably above or below any other. Really, the only thing that is incredibly noticeable about Aiden is his clothing, which, when he is not in uniform, never seem to match. Not only do they not seem to match, it is as though he goes out of his way to find colors and patterns that could never conceivably go together. Of course, this could be a result of his colorblindness- or- as you will find out in just a few short sentences- his penchant for absurdity.


Personality:


With an infectious laugh, an equally catching smile, and eyes that seems to sparkle wickedly with the promise of a joke, Aiden’s jovial personality makes him almost universally adored. He is easy going to the point where some will [wrongfully] accuse him of being lazy. Quite the contrary, Aiden is industrious to the point of insanity, and despite his lackadaisical demeanor, has an obsession for order and cleanliness that is borderline odd. He has no patience for laziness or ignorance, and despite his naturally charming and flirtatious nature, has been known to snap at people who make errors out of stupidity. His temper is almost non-existent; in order to push Aiden into a rage, a creature must have true determination and perseverance. Beware to the creature that does; Aiden’s rage is a horrible, black thing that is best left sleeping. He remembers everything- every word, every face, every name. Although extraordinarily intelligent and prodigious with numbers, Aiden cannot read. It is a fact that he is ashamed of and has tried to hide, but despite the fact that multiple teachers have tried to teach him to decipher the letters on the page, he has never been able to learn. This fact is one of the few easy triggers to his anger. He is mediocre with a bow and only barely average with a blade- his true talent is knives. He can palm a blade without any seeing, slit a man’s throat before anyone knows what has happened, and pluck a knife straight from the air. The rules he lives by are a little more crooked than most, but he’s such a darling to everyone that most people overlook it. He hates being wet, can be overbearingly arrogant, and laughs altogether too much at his own jokes. Ironically, magic makes him incredibly uncomfortable.


History:

His mother was a whore who had left him to an orphanage when he was only a few days old, and it was there that he began to learn the crooked rules with which he would live his crooked life. By ten years of age he was the leading pickpocket in his little gang of street bandits, and by sixteen he was leading half of the criminals in the southern underworld. It was during these years he amused himself with knives and learned the tricks of the trade that made him such a wonder with the weapon that he was today. For a while, he owned a collection of the ears of the bandits that he ruled that did not listen to him [why should they need their ears when they couldn’t hear his commands, anyway?], and although his underlings feared what would become of their ears if they did not listen to him, they respected him for his fairness when he did listen to him. However, partially out of stupidity and partially out of arrogance he decided to pick the wrong pocket and before he knew it, ended up off the streets and in training, where he was told that he would be a blacksmith.



SAMPLE:

It was, he decided, an altogether unfortunate place to fall.

He had plummeted into the frigid, salty sea- thrashing paddling like the barely proficient swimmer he was. All of his strength was spent clawing at the water, trying find something solid, something familiar to grab hold of. The shore was only a short distance away, but his frantic strokes and wet clothes weighed him down and made the fifty yard swim seem more like a seven year marathon. Cursing and spitting as the waves tossed him like a limp rag doll from the sea, Aiden crawled like some horrible vibrantly colored sea monster from the water that rushed around his hands and legs that shook with the cold of the ocean and the fear of the water and the hateful feeling of being wet. With a soft thud, he collapsed on his back into the sand, only occasionally giving half-hearted attempted to clear the tangles of rancid seaweed from his face and body. His lips moved constantly, and if one were exceptionally close to his mouth, that person would hear words as colorful as the clothing he wore that both fluently cursed the sea and blessed the warm sun on his cheeks. If he was lucky, he would dry quickly as he laid in the sun.

However, laying in the sun was not our poor hero’s fate- for only minutes after he had been birthed by the ocean and warmed on the beach, there was a sharp pound on the sand, as though something exceptionally large and heavy had just landed there. A soft, angry moan slipped through Aiden’s throat has his voice, a normally pleasant baritone with just the slightest hint of gravel to it, hoarsely whispered something that sounded dangerously like ”You useless mongrel, I’m going to kill you.” Something of a feral, animalistic laugh crackled through the barely-warm morning air as the footsteps of the creature drew nearer and nearer to the man who lay sprawled on the beach. Despite the fact that something large and quite probably dangerous drew nearer to him with each passing moment, Aiden did not even bother to open his eyes to look at the beast that could crush him almost instantly. That particular beast, whose footsteps stopped and whose nose came uncomfortably close to Aiden, breathed a warm, earthy breath directly into his face. At this, Aiden cracked one eye open to glare at the thing that laughed at him with open, gaping jaws.

never. do that. again.

It coughed another laugh and pushed Aiden gently with its nose as it shuffled from side to side, clearly eager to get on with the day. Aiden, however, was not so willing.

leave me alone. we’re breaking up. and my pants do match, you asshole.

A curt snort from the beast above him said otherwise.


ooc: pinkers
AIM: opinkers
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played by pinkers