Post by Aeron Lastlight on Feb 6, 2016 0:18:05 GMT
Full Name: Aeron Lastlight
Gender: Male
Age: Approximately 690 years, give or take a decade.
Magic: Elementalism, Psionics, Aethomancy. Has recently started dabbling in Alchemy - Golemancy. Mostly so he can animate tiny snowmen.
Race: Doppelgänger, Stage Three.
Affiliations: Largely independent, with actions benefiting mostly the Whisperdark Coven. Has lately taken to trying to infiltrate various other organizations to alleviate boredom. (actually i don’t know what to do with him send help)
Rank: Freelancer
Description:
A messy crop of red hair would probably be Aeron’s most defining feature if not for his piercing blue eyes. Only a sparse layer of freckles dot the pale skin on his face, though the back of his neck is littered with them. Other than that, his face is decidedly plain, if angular and sharp. One could dare call him attractive, and his status as a Doppelgänger means it’s most likely intentional. He is a bit gangly, as if his lanky phase never left him, though at six foot four (193cm) one could understand if his body simply gave up keeping uniform with him.
Normally a formal suit of some sorts adorns him, his favourite being black with silver accents. It was at one point crisply kept attire, but repetitive athletic routines in it have made it rather worn in and it shows. The dress shoes for the set were destroyed by impractical use decades ago, and as such his feet are now clad in combat boots, the pants tucked into them military-style. It is not his only outfit, but his usual style is similarly mismatched.
Due to his lithe build, it is easy to underestimate him, as his attire typically hides any detail on his physique. Broad shoulders indicate a history of swordsmanship, but despite the dexterity that lingers in his fingers, he lacks the proper penmanship to go with it. His legs are horrifying to behold in their terrible paleness, but any practiced eye that doesn’t go blind can tell the muscles there are built for running. Seriously, though. Chicken legs.
Personality:
Upon first interaction, Aeron emits an aura of a pleasurable young man, warm and kind, if emotionally distant. Willing to go far for those he appears to care about, he gained many allies. Of course, as is the way of things, he also gained enemies. These enemies found he was not as peaceable as he let on.
Aeron himself holds a bit of a duality to him that comes with his nature, keeping a brutal sadist masked by a cheery humanitarian. A straight-faced ninny who moonlights as an amatuer comedian. A serial killer hiding a cadaver in his closet.
That got a bit away from us, yes.
Aeron requires a lot of stimulation, and therefore will stir trouble merely for the sake of it. He is not above starting a lifetime’s worth of commitment just to end it in a five minute adrenaline rush. The irony, of course, is that he has often been appointed to be a protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
Despite this, he does mean well, he is simply incapable of expressing it well in anything resembling verbal language. Preferring to sit back and watch, he monitors the actions of others. Should a ne’er-do-well come into play (that isn’t him), he is quick to notice and take appropriate action, despite his reservations.
Due to his long life, he hardly remembers his time as a human other than important memories, and as such regards them with a morbid curiosity. He is just as likely to feast and then tear them open to find out how they work as he is to sit down and have a nice cup of tea with them.
History:
Originally born Aeron Couch, circa AD 1320, to a Welsh family who served the Royal family of England. Of course, being Welsh meant he was mocked and ridiculed by the other children, especially as it was soon after the conquest of Wales. The red mop of hair didn’t help his condition.
He grew up into a bitter teenager and at some point joined a Welsh rebellion. Of course, it failed and he was captured, kept deep in a dungeon where he was tortured for information and for the sick pleasure of the executioners. He was practically driven mad by the time he was released, along with a select few of his fellows. With his newfound freedom, he stowed aboard a ship and set off for Poland, to get as far from England as he could bear. He took up sword and shield to defend himself and the people of Krakow.
Then the Black Death washed over Europe. Aeron squirreled away in his hut on the outskirts of Krakow. After a neighbor of his, who had continued good health, recommended he bathe, he did so obsessively for several years. When the Black Death itself kicked the bucket, he rushed back home to England, where he learned his family, and most everyone he knew, was dead. It was to be expected, but it broke him more than the torture ever could. He wandered aimlessly for years across the rural England landscape.
infection wow amaze life sucks struggle with the inevitability of a death that will never come
And from there, he watched and waited.
Other:
He has a love of fast food and potato chips. And potato crisps. Actually, if it’s a potato or was a potato, or will be a potato, he’ll probably try to eat it.
He has a debatably terrible habit of giving everyone he knows the wrong name. His own or “theirs”.
He most definitely does not use magic to launch surprise snowballs at poor, unsuspecting individuals. Of course not. Who does that? Not Aeron.