AkA
02-19-07, 08:57 PM
Name: Aaron Kilrich (air-on kill-rick)
Age: 20
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6’
Weight: 172 lbs.
Personality:
Aaron has always been pretty reserved. Misanthropic and disdainful of the world, Aaron grew up in a dysfunctional environment, making him very aware of the suffering around him, and causing him to mature at a young age. Becoming well founded in fact and never doing anything out of the ordinary were his ways of coping with reality. Aaron rationalized that if the world couldn’t do anything for him, he couldn’t do anything for the world. All in all, until very recently, Aaron was dull, but now he is a true believer in the idea that there is still mystery in the world, as he’s discovered his unique powers. A sleeping secret of ancients past has awakened his every sense, and given him purpose to live day to day. Now Aaron feels as if he can do something about the suffering in the world, and has become optimistic of the future, but a dark cloud always hangs overhead, reminding him of the past.
Appearance:
Aaron stands at six feet and weighs one-hundred seventy-two pounds. He dresses in mostly black, simple garb of the real world. He has a red beard that stretches down from his sideburns, across his chin, then back up to the other sideburn, shaved under his chin and mustache.
History:
Hollow souls draped in black stood hushed as rain fell down from heaven, silently scorning fate as their eyes lay motionless on a lonely coffin. The black umbrellas did little to stop the soft berating of the cold rain… more like a rudimentary shield against the sky’s tears, a symbol of their heavy grief. It weighed severely on their hearts, the loss of a man, the knowledge he would no longer share in their moments, but only live in their memories.
It was meant to be an open casket funeral, but the weather had changed the quickly laid plans of the grieving family. Aaron’s grandfather had been a good man, and his passing was no surprise, but something didn’t feel right. Perhaps that’s why he felt so cold… so disconnected. This didn’t feel like reality, like it shouldn’t be happening. Hopelessness, uselessness, and weakness overwhelmed his senses. This grim display only reminded Aaron of how little power he had over his own destiny. But, he’d learned to deal with this reality… only… he just couldn’t accept it anymore. He couldn’t accept that he had no control, that he was only a pawn in a cruel fate designed by men, lords, or gods.
Anger flushed his face from a pale white to a deep red. Aaron wanted to scream, to shout at the sky. All the suffering around him… all the hurt… all the pain, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Suddenly the rain stopped. A noise awoke in the coffin, and a chill ran down Aaron’s spine. The preacher stopped the eulogy, and everyone’s attention turned to the deceased man’s prison. Slowly the door crept open, and the stench of perfume and rot wafted towards the mourners. The man sat up, and everyone gasped. Surely it was a miracle, but something didn’t seem right…
A dark mist began to rise from the coffin. A dark presence hung over the place, like evil itself had come to dwell in that place. He didn’t feel alive… Aaron was sure that wasn’t his grandfather…
Power surged through Aaron. Fear, sadness… it was as if everyone there was giving him strength, he could feel them flowing through him… and into the coffin. The undead figure turned it’s head towards the starless sky and let out a gruesome howl. Then, it stopped. Suddenly Aaron felt nothing but darkness. His grandfather fell limp once again, and Aaron passed out on the soaked grass. All he could here were the muffled screams of the mourners fading away into the distance.
Escape…
~~~
A cool breeze gently caressed Aaron’s face, and he awoke to a strange new world…
Skills:
Manipulate Energy: There are two major forces in life, good and evil. Aaron influences and (with time) manipulates these forces to do what he wants. Aaron can influence these energies only where there are large amounts for now, and only very slightly. Most people would call the things that happen around him coincidence, because Aaron can never fully predict what will happen.
Equipment:
Aaron carries a silver cigarette case with the ace of spades etched on the front. He also carries a lighter, pocket knife, and a crumpled up phonebook page.
(I promise not to powergame his ability, etc., just to save us time. Even if I did you could just dock my score, right? lol)
Age: 20
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6’
Weight: 172 lbs.
Personality:
Aaron has always been pretty reserved. Misanthropic and disdainful of the world, Aaron grew up in a dysfunctional environment, making him very aware of the suffering around him, and causing him to mature at a young age. Becoming well founded in fact and never doing anything out of the ordinary were his ways of coping with reality. Aaron rationalized that if the world couldn’t do anything for him, he couldn’t do anything for the world. All in all, until very recently, Aaron was dull, but now he is a true believer in the idea that there is still mystery in the world, as he’s discovered his unique powers. A sleeping secret of ancients past has awakened his every sense, and given him purpose to live day to day. Now Aaron feels as if he can do something about the suffering in the world, and has become optimistic of the future, but a dark cloud always hangs overhead, reminding him of the past.
Appearance:
Aaron stands at six feet and weighs one-hundred seventy-two pounds. He dresses in mostly black, simple garb of the real world. He has a red beard that stretches down from his sideburns, across his chin, then back up to the other sideburn, shaved under his chin and mustache.
History:
Hollow souls draped in black stood hushed as rain fell down from heaven, silently scorning fate as their eyes lay motionless on a lonely coffin. The black umbrellas did little to stop the soft berating of the cold rain… more like a rudimentary shield against the sky’s tears, a symbol of their heavy grief. It weighed severely on their hearts, the loss of a man, the knowledge he would no longer share in their moments, but only live in their memories.
It was meant to be an open casket funeral, but the weather had changed the quickly laid plans of the grieving family. Aaron’s grandfather had been a good man, and his passing was no surprise, but something didn’t feel right. Perhaps that’s why he felt so cold… so disconnected. This didn’t feel like reality, like it shouldn’t be happening. Hopelessness, uselessness, and weakness overwhelmed his senses. This grim display only reminded Aaron of how little power he had over his own destiny. But, he’d learned to deal with this reality… only… he just couldn’t accept it anymore. He couldn’t accept that he had no control, that he was only a pawn in a cruel fate designed by men, lords, or gods.
Anger flushed his face from a pale white to a deep red. Aaron wanted to scream, to shout at the sky. All the suffering around him… all the hurt… all the pain, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Suddenly the rain stopped. A noise awoke in the coffin, and a chill ran down Aaron’s spine. The preacher stopped the eulogy, and everyone’s attention turned to the deceased man’s prison. Slowly the door crept open, and the stench of perfume and rot wafted towards the mourners. The man sat up, and everyone gasped. Surely it was a miracle, but something didn’t seem right…
A dark mist began to rise from the coffin. A dark presence hung over the place, like evil itself had come to dwell in that place. He didn’t feel alive… Aaron was sure that wasn’t his grandfather…
Power surged through Aaron. Fear, sadness… it was as if everyone there was giving him strength, he could feel them flowing through him… and into the coffin. The undead figure turned it’s head towards the starless sky and let out a gruesome howl. Then, it stopped. Suddenly Aaron felt nothing but darkness. His grandfather fell limp once again, and Aaron passed out on the soaked grass. All he could here were the muffled screams of the mourners fading away into the distance.
Escape…
~~~
A cool breeze gently caressed Aaron’s face, and he awoke to a strange new world…
Skills:
Manipulate Energy: There are two major forces in life, good and evil. Aaron influences and (with time) manipulates these forces to do what he wants. Aaron can influence these energies only where there are large amounts for now, and only very slightly. Most people would call the things that happen around him coincidence, because Aaron can never fully predict what will happen.
Equipment:
Aaron carries a silver cigarette case with the ace of spades etched on the front. He also carries a lighter, pocket knife, and a crumpled up phonebook page.
(I promise not to powergame his ability, etc., just to save us time. Even if I did you could just dock my score, right? lol)