Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2022 9:03:49 GMT
Aidan Alexander
Name: Aidan Alexander (last name unknown)
Nickname: Aidan, Ace, Shi, or Reaper
Canon or OC: OC
Fandom: Headcannon I guess?
Age: 28
Species: Human/Mutant
Name of Homeworld: Earth
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Kei Takashima - Special A
Appearance: Aidan is around 6'2 and weighs roughly 185 lbs. However, all of his weight is muscle from the extensive workout and training that he does almost religiously. His hair is brown and medium length. His eyes are brown in color and seem to shine with a mysterious quiet glow. His arms and legs are extremely cut and his muscle tone shows quite clearly. His chest and stomach are also ripped with muscle and extremely cut. On his back are multiple scars. There are also several large scars on his chest and lower stomach which appear to be made by some sort of blade. Among these scars is a deep stab wound on the left side of his chest, and a lone bullet wound going through his right side. Aidan's face is thin and seemingly well structured. His right arm is almost entirely covered by an intricate black tribal tattoo, and on his left shoulder is a intricate symbol with a 4 inside of it.
Aidan normally wears a pair of faded torn jeans held up by a black studded belt. On his feet he wears a pair of black leather boots. Covering the top of his feet and shins are shin guards which are made out of a light metal alloy. He wears a tight black t-shirt and usually a brown blazer as well. He also wears brown leather bracers which have metal plates inserted underneath the leather so they can be used for defensive purposes but aren’t uncomfortable to wear. He wears a pair of black leather fingerless gloves as well. Around his neck is a black dog collar and a black length of rope with a ring on it which he keeps tucked under his shirt hidden from sight.
Weapons: A slightly curved katana. The blade is black and the wrapping for the hilt is black as well. The blade can summoned when willed from thin air by Aidan's will. He will typically summon the blade by reaching to his waist to draw the sword and pulling the blade from no where. Although this katana means a lot to Aidan it is not his primary weapon as he prefers to fight bare handed and use his fists. Although, he can summon the katana at will, he usually keeps it tucked into a bedroll that he keeps on his back.
Fighting Style: His fighting style could be described as aggressive and brutal. With his background in the martial art of Krav Maga and his penchant for bare knuckle boxing his attacks are quick, efficient, and powerful. Mainly focusing on the fastest way to take down his opponent, regardless of the tactics used. Often taking brutal beatings himself, he uses his hardiness to set himself up for powerful counter attacks, sometimes using his opponent's own momentum against them. Aidan is always quick to access his situations and is frequently looking out for other attackers, weapons that could be used in combat, or cheap shots. Although his fighting style may seem unfair, he does have a code of honor.
Powers/Magic (I'm honestly not sure, other than being able to summon his sword. Can I edit these later and add them as the character grows?)
Physical Abilities:
Enhanced Strength – Aidan has enhanced strength. His enhanced strength makes him much stronger than the average human. He has the ability to punch holes in steel, lift cars, and boulders. But the real focus of his strength is in his ability to strike. Whether through punching or kicking his blows have enough power to easily break human bones and cause extensive damage. However, the downside to this ability is that using his enhanced strength is more draining to his stamina. The more output the more draining.
Enhanced Durability – Aidan possesses enhanced durability enabling him to take far more punishment than the average person could. His skin isn’t tougher and his bones are just slightly stronger than those of an average human. His enhanced durability mainly stems from his indomitable will, his desire to not give in and not be overcome in any fight. Whether he is at the end of his rope or vastly outnumbered. Aidan has the ability to ignore grievous wounds and push through pain that would drive any normal human insane.
Immortality Weak – Aidan is immortal in the sense that he cannot die from aging or disease. Once he reached the age of 22 his body’s cells stopped aging. He can however be killed by physical means.
Weaknesses:
His temper and arrogance sometimes get the best of him. Which leads to him making rash decisions and putting himself and others in danger.
Ranged attacks, as he is most comfortable fighting up close. He can use handguns, but prefers not too.
He can still die by conventional means, regardless of if he's resilient to disease, aging, and other pathogens.
Although, he has a ton of stamina and enhanced durability. His body will give out to stress if he keeps pushing it to the limit in a fight.
Magic attacks, mainly because he isn't familiar with it or how it works.
Likes:
His motorcycle
Martial arts training and fighting
Solitude
His old friends
Protecting others
Dislikes:
His past...
Loud obnoxious people
Large crowds
Laziness
Betrayal
Friends/Relatives: What remained of The Enclave (leaving this open in case others want to fill the roles)
Significant Other/Love Interest: None atm.
Personality: Serious and attentive to the core. Aidan is always aware of his surroundings and is ready for combat at any given moment. His combat prowess is incredible, which is most likely why he is feared by many regular people despite his age. His serious personality often makes him come off as somebody who nobody could possibly get along with. But he can be reasoned with, having experienced much loss in his life has made him bitter towards others.
In contrast to his punk-like appearance, Aidan is surprisingly mature and cool-headed. He's not afraid of taking responsibility, unlike some others that will try to avoid being held accountable when the consequences are dire. Aidan acts upon intelligence and reasoning. He is a very complex person to the eye, and he is indeed one. He never could be a simple person, due to his history that shrouds his allies with mystery and wonder. Although he may act on intelligence and reasoning, he does occasionally make a foolish mistake and lets his anger and sorrow consume him, however this is only occasionally; and he has 'lost the will to cry'. He never breaks down before anyone, simply because he has not the ability. He has cried his share of tears in his past. And believes it is now his time to stay strong, and prevent another person from going through and enduring what he endured. Although he might not cry and he may always obtain his cool when the sorrow and anger does consume him, he tries his boniest to be alone, so others don't see it.
Aidan is often seen being rather quiet and reserved. He speaks when necessary, and usually the words range from sarcastic and witty to serious and commanding. His voice a rather baritone proportion, it is quite easy to mistake his comments or outspoken thoughts for imperative statements. One should be careful when judging this, however; when Aidan believes that any situation is being pulled out of context, he will heighten his intellectual prowess and literally attempt to verbally rend any who would stand against his word. Thus, it proves to be a pet peeve to oppose him during his time of explanation. Most else will either go ignored or unheeded, the patron usually choosing rather quickly that which is irrelevant and that which holds some bearing to his situations.
On and off the battlefield, he is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this warrior. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, his fellow "friends" have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. He, however, could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, he will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy. Amongst his comrades, he is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but isn't what you would call laid back either, he is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something.
History: Aidan Alexander was born to a very poor family in New York City. His mother died during childbirth and his father was a violent alcoholic who took out all of his rage and frustration on Aidan, forcing the young child to train day and night, as he had previously been a drill instructor for the Special Forces. His young life was terrible but uneventful, until he reached the age of 10. Rather than going into the system and quietly disappearing he decided to take his chances with living on the streets and make his own path in the world. He was intelligent enough, and he realized that he could make a living for himself on the streets by fighting others for money. Most folks didn't bet on the small kid thinking he would be able to win so often. Doing this kept him with enough money to barely survive and sometimes resulted in him having a roof over his head. But he was never satisfied.
One day Aidan was jumped by 3 thugs who wanted what little bit of money he'd managed to save. He attempted to ignore them, but when one pulled a knife and threatened his life. Aidan had no choice but to step up to defend himself. Little did he know that 2 others had stumbled into the alley to watch the brawl. They were little more than teenagers themselves, and they stared in awe as the 3 men were easily dispatched. As Aidan kicked the knife away from the now unconscious man, the other two kids approached him. He took a guarded stance immediately, but upon seeing that the lead boy, a thin blonde haired teenager, with eyes that shined with brilliant intelligent, meant no harm, he relaxed. The two introduced themselves as Alistair and Asuka and they asked Aidan is he wished to join their group. Aidan wasn't convinced at first, but the small red haired girl stared up at him with wonder in her eyes, and Alistair then offered him food. Aidan, who hadn't eaten in a day and half, nodded his agreement as his stomach grumbled and he joined the two's group, The Enclave. A group of orphan's that Alistair was putting together. The brilliant mastermind decided that since he had no family, he would create his own. The 3 became inseparable.
Over the next few years Alistair began to set in motion a plan for his group to expand from merely pick pocketing and street fighting, to include working as mercenaries. As he was around 16 at the time, he didn’t think that police would pin such high profile crimes on a group of orphaned children. He had pulled in two more members by that time and he had started to take work from various mafioso pitting them against each other. Always one step ahead of anyone else. Playing 4D chess while everyone else played checkers. Using Aidan as his primary lead and muscle.
The Enclave reaped more rewards than they had all imagined. Alistair had a private base built for them inside of an old warehouse that had been condemned. He paid everyone handsomely for their efforts and helped them to build their lives in whatever way they fashioned, as long as they remained committed to him. He was their leader, always staying at the central command post and giving orders while the rest of the group went in to do their mission. Failure was never an option, and somehow his group always managed to get away without incurring any casualties. He expected most of that had to do with Aidan’s natural leadership and charisma. Unbeknownst to Aidan, Alistair loathed the way the others looked up to and relied on him. He was after all the only reason they were living with such class. Aidan was nothing more than a lackey who did his bidding.
Regardless of how he felt, he hid his anger and jealousy well. And even taught Aidan how to properly fight with a sword, bequeathing upon him his own sword when he felt the man had mastered the craft well enough. Having been together for 8 years, the group was like a family. And then they pulled in their final member. A twelve year old kid named Tatsuya. The group seemed to adopt the young boy, and Alistair was happy with this. He had seen all of this through his gift, as well as what the kid’s abilities would be. It turns out that all the members of the Enclave were gifted in their own way, it was one of the things that Alistair had been able to see with his own gift, Clairvoyance.
None of the others suspected Alistair's plan, or the lengths he would go through to achieve his goal.
He then feigned receiving news of a possible highly sought after artifact being held in an underground government facility. It was the thing he had been searching for, he was sure of it. A brilliant white crystal of limitless power, said to have the ability absorb human souls. But the rumors said it required two deaths to activate. A willing sacrifice and the death of another.
Alistair sent The Enclave in to retrieve the crystal, with one exception, that he was going in this time personally to retrieve the item. The group reached the crystal without incident as professional and perfect as ever. He reached out and grasped the crystal in his hand feeling the warmth through his gloved hand. He turned to the others and gave the order to move out. As the group moved to the exit a group of highly trained soldiers blocked their path.
Alistair motioned for his group to intercept the soldiers and told them that he would protect the objective. He then darted into a nearby corridor while the rest were getting ready to fight and easily passed the soldiers in the hallway. Ones that he had hired.
“Kill Aidan.. he’s the tall one in the front...” he whispered to one of the guards as he briskly walked past, holding the crystal and heading towards a stairwell. As he reached it he waited to see if it would absorb the soul of Aidan. Hearing lots of commotion and a loud bang that sounded like a grenade he smiled smugly to himself and headed for the exit. But nothing happened. The stone didn’t gain any power or glow, or anything. It stayed dull.
Why! Why isn’t it working! Alistair thinks as he squeezes it tightly and opens the exit, leaving the building and turning on his coms now, telling the others that he and the package were safe and secure. He headed back to their home base, telling the others he would meet them there. Not knowing the hell they were going through as Aidan fought desperately to keep them all alive. He waited casually on them to arrive, and watched with an intense hatred in his eyes as Aidan entered the base, covered in blood, along with Asuka and everyone else. He noticed that 006 was carrying a body wrapped in a sheet and he realized that Tatsuya was missing. And that everyone was wearing a face of shell shocked horror.
Such a waste...he would have been strong. I guess this lifestyle just wasn’t for him. Alistair thinks as he starts to step out of the command center and greet the rest of them. He congratulated them on their job well done and said that the mission was a resounding success. Even though there were casualties. He glanced at Aidan and saw the anger and sorrow in the man’s face as he looked at him. His cold blue eyes locked onto Aidan’s own. He listened to them talk and repeat what had happened. All of them in shock. Aidan refused to speak and simply stood there gazing down at his own hands. Which were also covered in blood.
It turns out that the large mercenary company he'd ordered wasn't quite as good as he'd hoped. There had been close to 100 men in the company, and it turns out that they had almost been completely wiped out when a rogue grenade rolled into view. Tatsuya, who saw how close it was to Aidan had dove onto the grenade, sacrificing his life to save the others, and the man he viewed as his big brother.
After he had dismissed them, he headed back to his command post, he noticed that Aidan was following him now.
“What is it?” he asked coldly as Aidan stared at him. It took him a second to realize that Aidan was on the verge of falling to pieces and he dismissed the man as being weak.
“How can you say that was a success!? We lost Tatsuya out there! He was so young….he didn’t deserve to die like that...” Aidan said emotion flooding his voice. It was everything he could do to keep from openly weeping. “This is his blood on my hands Alistair. That grenade...” he couldn’t finish as he dropped his eyes and stared down at his hands.
Alistair stared at him fixedly and decided that he would make his move now, while the man was in his state of emotional shock. “Aidan. Why don’t you meet me tonight at 0300 hours at that old underpass we used to train under. The one where I taught you how to use a blade. Do you remember it?” he asked as he stares at shocked man.
“Huh? Yeah, I remember...But why? After what just happened the team needs us. We need each other. Alistair it was my fault, he died protecting me!” Aidan said in a rush as he sinks slowly to his knees in front of his best friend. He leans over and punches the floor, watching as it grows blurry from tears.
“Aidan, meet me in an hour.” Alistair said as he pulls himself away from the man and strides off without so much as a single look back.
Aidan stayed kneeling down on the floor, tears silently rolling down his face. Remembering everything the young Tatsuya had said to him. The words seeming to echo infinitely throughout his mind. He screams in anger, in rage, in regret, as he slams his fist down into the floor. Cracking the tiling. It should've been me. I should have died back there, he thinks as he climbs to his feet. He knew the other 4 members of the Enclave were off together trying to comfort one another. With a sigh, he wipes the tear streaks from his face, pulls off his body armor, and heads off towards the underpass where Alistair had asked him to meet.
As he reaches the underpass, it started to rain. He didn’t mind, the cold rain felt good against his flushed skin. He pulled the black t shirt he was wearing off, hating the way it felt when it stuck to his skin. The city was long deserted at this hour. No traffic ever came through here. He slowly walks over to the space between the raised road of the underpass and looks up at the dark sky, as if searching for some kind of answer. He closes his blue eyes.
Hearing the sound of small stones shifting he opens his eyes and looks in the direction where Alistair is stepping from the shadows, shirtless himself and covered in strange glyphs and runes that have been cut into his skin. He is also carrying two swords, his own, and the twin that he had given Aidan as a sign that he saw the man as an equal and the closest thing to a brother he would ever know. Aidan's eyes were immediately drawn to the crystal dangling from Alistair's neck. It was the same one that they had been sent to retrieve, and it was now glowing an ominous crimson color.
"Aidan.” he said as Aidan shakes his head slowly. Alistair tosses the other blade to Aidan and unsheathes his own katana before tossing the sheath to the side out of the way. “Pick up that sword now. I have something to tell you.”
Aidan did as he was bid, looking confused but still nonetheless wary. He looked at the strange markings etched into Alistair’s skin. He didn’t recognize any of the symbols and wondered if they’d come from one of the strange books on Occultism that Alistair had taken to studying recently. The man had always had a fondness for reading, and he had never really been social to the rest of them. Aidan knew that he and Asuka had spent more time with Alistair than any of the others, mainly because they’d known him when he was so young.
“Alright. What do you want to tell me Alistair?” Aidan asked as he raises the sword and begins to slowly circle as Alistair does the same. Their eyes locking and Aidan completely unable to read the man's cold blue eyes.
“I did it. I told the soldiers where we would be, and they failed simple orders. They deserved to die. All that blood on you. I know it wasn’t from Tatsuya alone...you wouldn’t allow someone to live if they killed the people you cared about Aidan. You're too damn weak! Always limiting yourself by watching out for others, trying to hold back your true strength! Pathetic! I want you to fight me at your full potential right now. Let that berserker rage come out. I told them to kill you!” he snarled for the first time letting his true feelings show as he dashes forward swinging his katana down fast, aiming to hopefully slice Aidan cleanly in two. But the man brought up his own sword in time to block the attack.
“You...did this….” Aidan said as his wet hair hung in his face shielding his eyes. Remembering the last thing that Tatsuya had said to him. Aidan pushed Alistair’s blade out of the way and swung his own attack for the man’s throat. Their blades sang as they continued their fighting each strike seeming an echo of their anger and hatred for one another. Alistair was a much better swordsman and tried to fight with his usual finesse but his anger was hazing his mind. Nevertheless he was still able to use Aidan’s own strength and ferocity against him. Aidan fought with insane rage, taking several of Alistair’s attacks and just barely getting out of the way in time to avoid being mortally wounded. Alistair’s blade sliced deep bleeding cuts into Aidan’s chest. Aidan finally swung down on Alistair with all of his force, his own blade snapping Alistair’s in two. Alistair quickly grabbed Aidan’s wrist and twisted them disarming him of the sword, and snatching it out of the air before turning around and swinging down, feeling the triumph of victory as Aidan’s sword sunk into the man’s flesh. Sinking a good 3 inches into the man’s left shoulder. At the same time he felt a searing pain in his own chest and felt hot liquid running down his chest and stomach. He glanced down and noticed that Aidan had caught his own broken sword and had plunged the broken blade into his own heart. He stared down at the blade in shock. His eyes raising to Aidan’s face as he saw tears in the eyes of the one man he hated above all others. Aidan twisted the broken sword, and wrapped an arm around Alistair’s back helping the dying man to the ground.
Feeling his life’s blood run out of him his cold blue eyes fell on Aidan as the man cried silently, the rain hiding his tears but not his red eyes. Hearing Aidan’s continuous ‘Why? Why? why why? why? why? why?’ grow fainter and fainter. He raised his blue eyes and looked up at the rain as he died in his brother's arms..
With Alistair dead, Aidan lowered his body gently to the pavement, he reached up and grabbed his own sword which was sunk into his left shoulder and had caused even more damage when he caught the dying Alistair. He pulled the blade free and tossed it to the sidewalk, deciding then that he would leave. He stood to his feet, headed to his bike, where he always kept a pack with a few extra change of clothes and left. Trying to run from everything that had happened to him. He wanted a new life free of his past. He was sure that his old friends would hate him for killing first Tatsuya and now Alistair.
"I'm damned.." he mutters to himself his bike darts down the road. It was this road that led to the portal that brought him to Median. He doesn't know if any of his old friends made it through, but he did, and regardless of what is going on. It seems like a fresh new start...
About you.
Rp Alias: Aidan
Preferred Pronouns:He/Him
