Post by .:Mike:. on Sept 30, 2010 2:29:42 GMT -5
Name: Aiden “Ice” Vicarus
Species: Human
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’8” 165lbs
Appearance:
Aiden's armor consists of dark grey military fatigues and black plate armor. The chest piece as the outline of a punisher skull painted into it. On the back plate, clips are able to hold up to two rifles down either side of the back. The black boots are made of the same material as the armor over his chest and shoulders- they extend up and merge with knee pads made of the same material. His gloves have the same plates over the hand as well as the knuckles. A black scarf covers the lower half of his face while polarized sunglasses cover his eyes. His black helmet tops the entire essemble together.
Underneath the uniform, Aiden sports long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His tanned skin conforms tightly around his muscular build. Though not the biggest nor the strongest, Aiden is well conditioned for his age and his body shows it.
Aiden without armor
Personality:
Aiden is generally a smart ass. No matter the situation, he will always make fun of it. Very rarely does his spirits get low. Around people, he like any other nineteen year old- sarcastic, outgoing, and all in all generally happy. Aiden also has a serious side. When wearing the uniform he is serious but keeps a cool about him. He’ll do his job and will stop at nothing to complete his mission. His heartlessness in combat earned him the nickname “Ice.”
Strength: 60
Reflexes: 75
Speed: 70
Intelligence: 50
Unarmed Combat: 50
Ranged Weapons: 80
Melee Weapons: 45
Mechanical Skill: 20
Tech Skill: 20
Alignment:
Bio:
Aiden was an accident to say the least. His father was an abusive husband and an alcoholic who worked as a janitor in one of Achillea’s universities. His mother was a druggie who didn’t care enough about her own life to care about anyone else’s. At such a young age, Aiden didn’t understand and grew up without guidance, going off of what he saw in the street or in his own house. When he was nine years old, something finally clicked and he knew that he wanted to leave. Aiden couldn’t quite then, but the dream was there. It would tide him over for the next few years.
At one point Aiden asked his parents, “why did you have me? You don’t even love me.” The response he got from his father was a belt whipping. The response from his mother took him to the hospital with broken bones. Aiden still didn’t understand anything about his existence. His parents didn’t even visit him at the hospital that they put him in. Every night Aiden would cry himself to sleep, a small part of a sadness leaving him each time. A few months later, there was nothing left to Aiden, just a shell holding extreme resentment towards everything.
After Aiden had healed, he started the check-out process at the hospital. When the secretary asked where his parents were, Aiden said they were dead. The nurse who had taken care of Aiden for the passed months walked up behind him, laying both hands on his shoulders. “Release him to me.” The secretary looked at the nurse in complete shock.
“Are you sure Miss Gabrielle?” The nurse simply nodded her head and the deal was done. Instead of going home to his uncaring parents, Aiden went home with the nurse. Aiden wasn’t accepting at first, giving the nurse and her fiancé difficulties at every turn. It wasn’t until his tenth birthday that he realized just how lucky he was to have gone home with the nurse and how better off he had it. The nurse and her fiancé threw him a surprise birthday party with presents and friends. Aiden didn’t know any of the friends but he had never had anything like this before- he was overjoyed and happy for once. At the party he began to meet girls and boys his age and made friends who he’d play with everyday.
A year later, the nurse and her fiancé were married. Aiden was the ring bearer and when he got to the altar he was nothing but smiles. After the ceremony the nurse wanted Aiden ran up to the microphone and took it from the husband’s best man. With a large smile he addressed the nurse and her husband for the first time as Mom and Dad as he told everyone of what they had done for him. It was simple, as anything that comes from a twelve year old would be, but each word struck home leaving many in the audience in tears.
Shortly after that, Aiden was signed up for a school. It was a new concept to him and he didn’t do very well but he was good at math and history. He found out that his friends went to the same school and had most of the same classes. It was like every class was a new party for him and he loved it. His teachers would scold him and punish him for talking in class and passing notes, but he continued to do it.
Just before he turned thirteen, his foster father joined the Army. He came home in his uniform and Aiden looked in awe at the man. His foster father went from being a father figure to flat out being Aiden’s hero. Aiden kept a picture of him in uniform in his room on the head board of his bed. He wanted nothing more than to be just like the man standing tall and firm in the frame.
While his foster father was home, Aiden would go out with him on his work outs. Slowly as time went on, Aiden began getting stronger and stronger. Aiden enjoyed it so much that even when his foster father was in the field for weeks at a time Aiden would still go out do the work outs as if he wasn’t missing. He continued his education in school despite hating it thoroughly. His teachers despised him but he didn’t let that dampen his spirits. He always had something funny to say and something better to do then school work.
Two years passed of standard routine. Puberty had sent Aiden’s hormones into a frenzy. Girls and sex were the best things ever created to him. He was fifteen and was going through girlfriends by the week. His friends had introduced him to death sticks. Once a week they’d all get together and get high without a care in the world. His foster parents had an idea of what he was doing and told him of their concern but didn’t act on it, leaving Aiden to learn for himself. His rebellious nature lasted for a year before it finally faded in a single moment.
While his friends were getting sweet sixteen parties, Aiden’s sixteenth birthday wasn’t happy at all. He came home from school to his foster mother crying in her favorite chair. A picture of her husband in one hand and a tear soaked piece of paper with paragraphs of writing on it in the other. Aiden slowly approached her. “What’s wrong, Mom?”
She looked at Aiden for a second before turning back to the picture. Calming herself down enough, she whimpered. “Jason… Um…” She couldn’t’ quite find the way to say it. Aiden interrupted her.
“It’s okay, Mom. Just say it.” She looked at Aiden, a sob approaching the surface. It was bad when Aiden could visibly see it coming.
“Daddy’s been killed.” She broke into a sob and turned away. At first it didn’t register in Aiden’s mind. He scratched his head in confusion before suddenly it clicked. Aiden froze, slowly dropping his hand down to his side. He didn’t feel sadness, but anger started bubbling up inside of him. She had said that his foster father had been killed which means someone somewhere was responsible for it. Violent urges started creeping into Aiden’s blood but he suppressed them. He went to his room and stared at the picture of his foster father until the next morning when he went to school.
Everyone asked him what was wrong but Aiden refused to speak. His face was stern and he looked utterly pissed. Even the teachers saw it and began berating him for it. Not even his best friend who was his next door neighbor knew. The principle came on the loud speaker. “Attention students. We have a very important announcement to make. Our good friend and former student Jason Kelsor was killed in a terrorist attack yesterday afternoon. A moment of silence please… Thank you.” Everyone looked around wondering who Jason Kelsor was, everyone except Aiden who kept his head bowed and his blue eyes on his desk.
His best friend turned to him. She had a problem with speaking low so no one else could hear. “Aiden, isn’t that your Dad?” The room fell silent and the teacher stopped dead in her tracks. All eyes turned to Aiden. His hands, resting on top of the desk, began to shake.
“Yeah.” Aiden forced it out, trying not to blow. The anger in him kept rising and rising until finally he excused himself from the class without a word. He walked home and waited. A few days later he attended the funeral and was the main speaker. After the service, one of his foster father’s buddies walked up to Aiden.
“Hey kiddo, you alright?” The man lightly clapped his hand against Aiden’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I guess.” Aiden and the man ended up talking for hours. The result of the conversation was that the man would teach Aiden many of the things he needed to know if he were to join the military, since Aiden had shown interest in it. For the next year and a half Aiden trained with the man in how to fire a rifle accurately even when tired, how to shoot pistols, even maneuvers that they only teach soldiers who are deploying to war. Aiden soaked the knowledge up. He had continued to work out and continued going to school.
Six months after Aiden turned seventeen, he came home to his foster mother laying on the floor. She had overdosed on anti-depressants. Aiden felt immense pain and anger, but didn’t never let it show. Part of his training with his foster father’s buddy was to never show pain or weakness. He attended the funeral and again was the main speaker. Right after the funeral, Aiden walked down the recruiting office and signed the papers.
Basic training was easy for Aiden. He was in better shape than his entire platoon and he already knew what to do. This made him top-pick for platoon guide. He went through hell as the guide, but he loved it. Nine weeks after stepping foot in the training base, Aiden was stepping off of it with meritorious Private First Class. Aiden was again chosen to be guide in his Infantry School platoon. After another nine weeks of training, Aiden was meritoriously promoted to Specialist on graduation day.
His unit was one of the best in the Achillean Army. It seemed like almost as soon as Aiden checked in, they were headed out into the bush to fight the terrorists. Aiden’s first combat patrol, he took fire. The terrorists had set up a repeater position on a hill and was using small sensors in the ground and trees to locate the patrol in the jungle. They let loose with the heavy repeater, tearing through trees, bushes, and flesh alike. Aiden immediately dropped, his heart pounded and fear gripping him by the throat.
It wasn’t until he saw his fellow soldiers moving up that he found the courage to move. He sprinted from cover to cover. Everytime they moved they lost another man. The smell of blood was everywhere and it sickened Aiden. Once they got a good sightline on the repeater position, Aiden’s squad opened fire. Aiden fired as fast and as accurately as he could. His prior training with his old friend had paid off. In the first few shots Aiden fired, the terrorists were dead and the repeater position silenced. The squad searched the position for any documents and buried the dead. One of the soldiers offered Aiden a cigarette. Aiden took it gratefully and let the smoke fill his lungs and take his edge off.
Over the next ten months, Aiden encountered even worse fighting. Between getting mortared out in the open and assaulting heavily fortified positions, Aiden got better and better at doing his job but he also got colder and colder as well. He took no prisoners and stopped at nothing to complete his mission. When the terrorists began using civilians as shields, Aiden would fire through the civilian to get to the terrorist.
Turning nineteen, Aiden got out of the Army, deciding that he needed something more. As much as he loved Achillea, he hated being stuck on it. He left the planet and began travelling.
Purchases:
Species: Human
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’8” 165lbs
Appearance:
Aiden's armor consists of dark grey military fatigues and black plate armor. The chest piece as the outline of a punisher skull painted into it. On the back plate, clips are able to hold up to two rifles down either side of the back. The black boots are made of the same material as the armor over his chest and shoulders- they extend up and merge with knee pads made of the same material. His gloves have the same plates over the hand as well as the knuckles. A black scarf covers the lower half of his face while polarized sunglasses cover his eyes. His black helmet tops the entire essemble together.
Underneath the uniform, Aiden sports long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His tanned skin conforms tightly around his muscular build. Though not the biggest nor the strongest, Aiden is well conditioned for his age and his body shows it.
Aiden without armor
Personality:
Aiden is generally a smart ass. No matter the situation, he will always make fun of it. Very rarely does his spirits get low. Around people, he like any other nineteen year old- sarcastic, outgoing, and all in all generally happy. Aiden also has a serious side. When wearing the uniform he is serious but keeps a cool about him. He’ll do his job and will stop at nothing to complete his mission. His heartlessness in combat earned him the nickname “Ice.”
Strength: 60
Reflexes: 75
Speed: 70
Intelligence: 50
Unarmed Combat: 50
Ranged Weapons: 80
Melee Weapons: 45
Mechanical Skill: 20
Tech Skill: 20
Alignment:
Bio:
Aiden was an accident to say the least. His father was an abusive husband and an alcoholic who worked as a janitor in one of Achillea’s universities. His mother was a druggie who didn’t care enough about her own life to care about anyone else’s. At such a young age, Aiden didn’t understand and grew up without guidance, going off of what he saw in the street or in his own house. When he was nine years old, something finally clicked and he knew that he wanted to leave. Aiden couldn’t quite then, but the dream was there. It would tide him over for the next few years.
At one point Aiden asked his parents, “why did you have me? You don’t even love me.” The response he got from his father was a belt whipping. The response from his mother took him to the hospital with broken bones. Aiden still didn’t understand anything about his existence. His parents didn’t even visit him at the hospital that they put him in. Every night Aiden would cry himself to sleep, a small part of a sadness leaving him each time. A few months later, there was nothing left to Aiden, just a shell holding extreme resentment towards everything.
After Aiden had healed, he started the check-out process at the hospital. When the secretary asked where his parents were, Aiden said they were dead. The nurse who had taken care of Aiden for the passed months walked up behind him, laying both hands on his shoulders. “Release him to me.” The secretary looked at the nurse in complete shock.
“Are you sure Miss Gabrielle?” The nurse simply nodded her head and the deal was done. Instead of going home to his uncaring parents, Aiden went home with the nurse. Aiden wasn’t accepting at first, giving the nurse and her fiancé difficulties at every turn. It wasn’t until his tenth birthday that he realized just how lucky he was to have gone home with the nurse and how better off he had it. The nurse and her fiancé threw him a surprise birthday party with presents and friends. Aiden didn’t know any of the friends but he had never had anything like this before- he was overjoyed and happy for once. At the party he began to meet girls and boys his age and made friends who he’d play with everyday.
A year later, the nurse and her fiancé were married. Aiden was the ring bearer and when he got to the altar he was nothing but smiles. After the ceremony the nurse wanted Aiden ran up to the microphone and took it from the husband’s best man. With a large smile he addressed the nurse and her husband for the first time as Mom and Dad as he told everyone of what they had done for him. It was simple, as anything that comes from a twelve year old would be, but each word struck home leaving many in the audience in tears.
Shortly after that, Aiden was signed up for a school. It was a new concept to him and he didn’t do very well but he was good at math and history. He found out that his friends went to the same school and had most of the same classes. It was like every class was a new party for him and he loved it. His teachers would scold him and punish him for talking in class and passing notes, but he continued to do it.
Just before he turned thirteen, his foster father joined the Army. He came home in his uniform and Aiden looked in awe at the man. His foster father went from being a father figure to flat out being Aiden’s hero. Aiden kept a picture of him in uniform in his room on the head board of his bed. He wanted nothing more than to be just like the man standing tall and firm in the frame.
While his foster father was home, Aiden would go out with him on his work outs. Slowly as time went on, Aiden began getting stronger and stronger. Aiden enjoyed it so much that even when his foster father was in the field for weeks at a time Aiden would still go out do the work outs as if he wasn’t missing. He continued his education in school despite hating it thoroughly. His teachers despised him but he didn’t let that dampen his spirits. He always had something funny to say and something better to do then school work.
Two years passed of standard routine. Puberty had sent Aiden’s hormones into a frenzy. Girls and sex were the best things ever created to him. He was fifteen and was going through girlfriends by the week. His friends had introduced him to death sticks. Once a week they’d all get together and get high without a care in the world. His foster parents had an idea of what he was doing and told him of their concern but didn’t act on it, leaving Aiden to learn for himself. His rebellious nature lasted for a year before it finally faded in a single moment.
While his friends were getting sweet sixteen parties, Aiden’s sixteenth birthday wasn’t happy at all. He came home from school to his foster mother crying in her favorite chair. A picture of her husband in one hand and a tear soaked piece of paper with paragraphs of writing on it in the other. Aiden slowly approached her. “What’s wrong, Mom?”
She looked at Aiden for a second before turning back to the picture. Calming herself down enough, she whimpered. “Jason… Um…” She couldn’t’ quite find the way to say it. Aiden interrupted her.
“It’s okay, Mom. Just say it.” She looked at Aiden, a sob approaching the surface. It was bad when Aiden could visibly see it coming.
“Daddy’s been killed.” She broke into a sob and turned away. At first it didn’t register in Aiden’s mind. He scratched his head in confusion before suddenly it clicked. Aiden froze, slowly dropping his hand down to his side. He didn’t feel sadness, but anger started bubbling up inside of him. She had said that his foster father had been killed which means someone somewhere was responsible for it. Violent urges started creeping into Aiden’s blood but he suppressed them. He went to his room and stared at the picture of his foster father until the next morning when he went to school.
Everyone asked him what was wrong but Aiden refused to speak. His face was stern and he looked utterly pissed. Even the teachers saw it and began berating him for it. Not even his best friend who was his next door neighbor knew. The principle came on the loud speaker. “Attention students. We have a very important announcement to make. Our good friend and former student Jason Kelsor was killed in a terrorist attack yesterday afternoon. A moment of silence please… Thank you.” Everyone looked around wondering who Jason Kelsor was, everyone except Aiden who kept his head bowed and his blue eyes on his desk.
His best friend turned to him. She had a problem with speaking low so no one else could hear. “Aiden, isn’t that your Dad?” The room fell silent and the teacher stopped dead in her tracks. All eyes turned to Aiden. His hands, resting on top of the desk, began to shake.
“Yeah.” Aiden forced it out, trying not to blow. The anger in him kept rising and rising until finally he excused himself from the class without a word. He walked home and waited. A few days later he attended the funeral and was the main speaker. After the service, one of his foster father’s buddies walked up to Aiden.
“Hey kiddo, you alright?” The man lightly clapped his hand against Aiden’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I guess.” Aiden and the man ended up talking for hours. The result of the conversation was that the man would teach Aiden many of the things he needed to know if he were to join the military, since Aiden had shown interest in it. For the next year and a half Aiden trained with the man in how to fire a rifle accurately even when tired, how to shoot pistols, even maneuvers that they only teach soldiers who are deploying to war. Aiden soaked the knowledge up. He had continued to work out and continued going to school.
Six months after Aiden turned seventeen, he came home to his foster mother laying on the floor. She had overdosed on anti-depressants. Aiden felt immense pain and anger, but didn’t never let it show. Part of his training with his foster father’s buddy was to never show pain or weakness. He attended the funeral and again was the main speaker. Right after the funeral, Aiden walked down the recruiting office and signed the papers.
Basic training was easy for Aiden. He was in better shape than his entire platoon and he already knew what to do. This made him top-pick for platoon guide. He went through hell as the guide, but he loved it. Nine weeks after stepping foot in the training base, Aiden was stepping off of it with meritorious Private First Class. Aiden was again chosen to be guide in his Infantry School platoon. After another nine weeks of training, Aiden was meritoriously promoted to Specialist on graduation day.
His unit was one of the best in the Achillean Army. It seemed like almost as soon as Aiden checked in, they were headed out into the bush to fight the terrorists. Aiden’s first combat patrol, he took fire. The terrorists had set up a repeater position on a hill and was using small sensors in the ground and trees to locate the patrol in the jungle. They let loose with the heavy repeater, tearing through trees, bushes, and flesh alike. Aiden immediately dropped, his heart pounded and fear gripping him by the throat.
It wasn’t until he saw his fellow soldiers moving up that he found the courage to move. He sprinted from cover to cover. Everytime they moved they lost another man. The smell of blood was everywhere and it sickened Aiden. Once they got a good sightline on the repeater position, Aiden’s squad opened fire. Aiden fired as fast and as accurately as he could. His prior training with his old friend had paid off. In the first few shots Aiden fired, the terrorists were dead and the repeater position silenced. The squad searched the position for any documents and buried the dead. One of the soldiers offered Aiden a cigarette. Aiden took it gratefully and let the smoke fill his lungs and take his edge off.
Over the next ten months, Aiden encountered even worse fighting. Between getting mortared out in the open and assaulting heavily fortified positions, Aiden got better and better at doing his job but he also got colder and colder as well. He took no prisoners and stopped at nothing to complete his mission. When the terrorists began using civilians as shields, Aiden would fire through the civilian to get to the terrorist.
Turning nineteen, Aiden got out of the Army, deciding that he needed something more. As much as he loved Achillea, he hated being stuck on it. He left the planet and began travelling.
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