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Could we possibly just start with what we have?
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A soft scoff came through the dimly lit alleyway. Leaning against the cold brick wall, the shadowy figure drew a cigarette from his lips with a hand that shook ever so slightly. The dark-eyed teen muttered under his breath, "Damn right, it isnt..." not bothering to turn to the two girls who sat huddled only feet away from him.
The eighteen-year-old recognized the delicacy of talking to these girls. He wasn't stupid. He could come across as a mugger or a criminal, or even worse... He wasn't even sure why he decided to speak- he just did. You do some strange things after hitting rock-bottom.
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The boy shook his head at the girl. If one looked close enough, it almost appeared that a crooked grin flashed on his face for no more than a second. "Nobody too important" he responded half-heartedly. He coughed softly, a light plume of smoke hovering in the night air. "Nobody too important at all..."
Seeing the scraggly one-legged boy nearby, he shook his head again. "Useless... Nobody's gonna help you, kid. Might as well get used to that now."
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[img width=381 height=510]http://i60.tinypic.com/2m29qa1.jpg[/img]
[align=center][size=4pt]Face Claim: None. Just random pics I like.[/size]
Aaron § Jason § Slader
"Quote"♫Scraping the Surface♫
♣Name♣
"You blind? It's up there in the big fancy print."♣Nickname♣
"Just Aaron. Or Slader. Don't even think about giving me any dumb*ss nickname."♣Age♣
"Eighteen"♣Gender♣
"You really this dumb? Or are you just playing an idiot?"♣Body Modifications♣
"A few. Left ear pierced, tongue pierced and a couple of tats. My favorite's probably the one on my right arm."
♫Touching Bones♫
♣Height♣
"6'2""♣Weight♣
"I don't know... 150?"♣Eye Color♣
"Kind of a murky hazel. Looks almost gray."♣Hair Color♣
"Just look at me. Dark brown."♣Race♣
"American. White. I don't know, I'm from New York."
♫Bloody Deep♫
♣History♣Aaron's mother died of cancer early on when he was a child, so he grew up most of his life in the care of his father. Aaron's father was much more interested in getting drunk and gambling than being an actual father, so Aaron learned to become the mentor of himself. Living in the dense city of New York, Aaron took to the street life and unfortunately got mixed up with some rough crowds. There were law troubles, stealing, drugs, double-crossing, and all out hell. In a particularly sticky situation, Aaron discovered his power of changing into materials he came in contact with.
It was a cold night in New York, and although he knew he should't be, Aaron was out in the streets alone, and in dangerous territory. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a six inch blade emerged from within a dark alleyway and came slashing up toward Aaron's face. Instinctively, he threw his arms up. What he felt, though, was not the searing pain of a knife slicing through his palm, but a sharp ting as the blade whacked against his metallic skin. Startled, but still level-headed, Aaron quickly recognized that he now had the upper hand. In a matter of seconds, he had the mugger pinned down, and with his own steel-glazed hand, sliced through the soft tissue of his attacker's neck. But a cut on the throat wasn't enough for Aaron; he dug his metal claws into the man again, and again, mangling the body more and more each time...
A day later, Aaron was discovered huddling beside a garbage dumpster. His hands bloody, body shaking, and the same six-inch blade that almost killed him resting beside him on the concrete. The blood, however, was not only the dead man's, but also his mixed in. If one looked closer, deep red gashes had made their home on either of Aaron's wrists. He was soon captured, and brought here.
♣Personality♣It doesn't take long at all to discover Aaron Slader's cynical persona and dismal outlook on life; he makes it blatantly obvious. An oozing pool of pessimism and bitter remarks, Aaron has grown accustomed to carrying the title of "the outcast". Every now and then, he has the tendency to pick fights, sometimes for no clear reason at all. He might not be the most friendly of people, but sometimes his morals might surprise you. He can be loyal at rare moments, or even the slightest bit compassionate. Typically Aaron adopts the role at the lone-wolf, but every now and then he jumps over to the other side- as long as there's something in it for him, of course.
♣Deepest Regret♣
Brutally killing the man who drew the knife on him.♣Deepest Fear♣
Killing someone, or getting too close to someone. Also a slight fear of gore.♣Ticking Time bomb♣
Hooooo boy... Here we go... Obnoxious people, stupid people, people who think they know everything, people who act happy all the time for no reason at all, people who lie (although he tends to do it himself. very often, in fact), people that ask too many questions, people who take things too literally, and ESPECIALLY people who try to be comforting and caring toward him. He doesn't want the responsibility of having someone to care about who also cares about him.[img width=510 height=339]http://i59.tinypic.com/miwk.jpg[/img]
♫Broken In Two♫
♣Sexuality♣
"Straight. Anything else you need to know about me?"
♣Crush♣
"Nobody. Are we done yet?"♣Turn Ons♣
-cherry blondes
-quiet, but has something to say
-smart
-dependable
-confident♣Turn Offs♣
-bubbly
-short hair
-overly flirty
-arrogant
-fake personality♫Genetic Codes♫
♣Powers/Abilities♣
Ability to become any material that he touches. (Limited. Not skilled enough to do much more than up to his arm at the moment.♣When were they caught?♣
(^ history kind of explains it)♣Family♣
"My good for nothing father."[img width=302 height=510]http://i61.tinypic.com/9le6vq.jpg[/img]
[font=comic sans ms][size=18]♫Getting to Know You♫
♣Username♣
Sputnik♣Nickname♣
None, just Sputnik.♣Activity♣
7-8♣Muse♣
9-10♣Other♣
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He was running. Sprinting. Going faster than he's ever gone before, faster than he's ever thought was possible. All he knew was that he had to keep going. He couldn't stop. The bloodcurdling screams from the broken bodies behind him crawled up his spine. No... he couldn't stop. Not even for the pain. The pain was searing. Looking down at his hands in horror, he watched helplessly as the skin on his palms began to peel before him. Thick, black tar bubbled up from below it, and he knew that nothing-not even running- could stop it from coming. All of a sudden he felt his body collapse. There was blackness. The screams faded away, and a high pitched ringing took their place. Everything suddenly turned white... a hazey white... the brightness of the room enveloping him...
Aaron Slader woke with a start. His typically lifeless eyes snapped open with fear flashing behind them. A gasp escaped his lips, but no less than a second after waking, was his alerted gaze darting around the area that confined him.
Where was he? Who were these people? There are people here... These aren't his clothes... What was-... As he took everything in, Aaron's gaze soon fell to his own two wrists, both bound individually in tight metal bracelets. He scrambled backwards in shock-stricken terror, as if it would help him get away from what was securely stuck to him. He clawed at and struggled with one of the metal rings for a good minute before finally accepting failure. They weren't coming off.
Enraged with himself and his predicament, Aaron scrambled up to his feet and threw himself at the nearest wall. Slamming his palm on the cool metal surface, he concentrated on manipulating the material. He felt his skin begin to tingle as it change into whatever sort of metal the walls were made of. Suddenly a violent shock erupted between him and the surface, thrusting Aaron backwards. Doubling over himself with pain and eyes flaring with anger, the teenager dropped an f-bomb loud enough to wake the nation- or at least loud enough to wake everyone else in the room.
[color=black][size=7pt]((the metal braces are kind of specific to Aaron's power. When his hand turns to metal and touches the metal of the room, the wall sends an electric shock through him. Fun stuff :D))[/size]
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[size=7pt][color=black]((hey guys, i hate to be the party pooper, but musical serenity isn't here and i don't think we should go on too far without her. i know we're only talking and stuff, but that's kinda a lot to read...))[/size]
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|| Aaron || Slader ||Hearing the quoted words from a trembling voice behind him, Aaron whipped his head around to come face to face with the dark text that was scrawled on one of the walls.
Now what was this? Nothing was making sense. Just a minute ago, Aaron had been-... where had he been? He was walking... The streets were dark... There was the man... The knife...
A knot clamped around Aaron's stomach as he began to recall those terrifying moments before. He looked down at his palms- Maybe this wasn't real? Maybe none of this was real? But a further inspection of his hands was all Aaron needed to confirm it all. The dark red gashed that had just recently made their home on his wrists were still embedded in his flesh. They had been rubbed raw now, as they were both caught beneath the stupid bracelets that were bound around either wrist. Aaron instinctively shoved both hands under either arm, hugging them close to him in the slightest embarrassment. He didn't want them to know. He didn't even have a clue who these people were, but he still didn't want them to know- that those gashed on his wrists were his own doing.
"What kind if a sick joke is this, anyway?!" Aaron cried up at the blank walls and ceiling. His voice was trembling. He couldn't let them see his weakness. "I'm gonna kill you..." he added bitterly. They- whoever they were- had to be able to see all of them somehow. [b]"I'm gonna kill you and murder you for all your dirty necks are worth!"
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Err, I'm sorry, I don't think im gonna end up by joining
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|| Aaron || Slader ||Aaron glared at the unfamiliar faces around him as they spoke. Powers, they kept saying. Aaron let out a scoff in spite of his fear, but ran his fingers through his hair to hide it. Oh, so we all turn to freaks, and now everybody's talking about being superheros? It was ridiculous. What did these people know? The lot of them could be dying for all they knew.
Suddenly Aaron heard a small voice from behind him. Another boy was talking to him, asking if he was ok. Aaron shot him a defensive glare, as if what the boy said was insulting. "Yeah. I'm fine. What are you?" he snapped. Just realizing that he still was cradling his hands, Aaron pulled them down and clenched them into fists. He stood awkwardly for a moment in front of the boy before turning to the open doorway where the rest of the crowd was heading out.
((crapypost. in a rush))
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[u](proud rper of a creepy person 8) )
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DOOONNNEEE!
Sorry that took for-flippin'-ever to finish. I was inactive, then I had a dinner thing, then got lazy, then.... (you see the pattern? theres a pattern...)Display More
