In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave. A church that teach the ever lasting life by embracing vampires' eternity. Humans who have risen up to create hate groups against them. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them? Welcome to Savannah, Georgia.
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Posted: Jan 12 2018, 05:59 AM
Posts // 6
The first thing people notice about Aidan is his heterochromia. His right eye is a bright icy blue, while his left pupil holds a bronze hue. He scowls when he drifts off in thought, but he is more often seen laughing or wearing his signature smirk.
He stands at 6’2 with a naturally puffed chest of confidence. Underneath his usual a high-end button up is a muscular body covered with tattoos. Behind Aidan's left ear is a small tattoo of an owl, and in his right ear is an industrial piercing.
Aidan is mostly seen as a smiling face, in an almost always good mood to those who aren’t too familiar with him. He's often mistaken as cocky and arrogant due to this. Aidan can be very charming and has a way with words equally as sharp as his wit. Unfortunately his wit isn't as fast as his mouth.
To those he considers close, Aidan gives his undying loyalty to. He's very protective and caring. It is very hard for Aidan to trust, and he doesn't take to betrayal very well.
Aidan deals with anger and depression skillfully worn under the flesh. He also has an insatiable lust for bloodshed, and when he's able to kill he becomes something scarier than his beast from. Psychotically grinning and cackling as he mercilessly attacks.
Death was introduced to Aidan’s life before he had even been given a name. His mother died giving birth to him. Aidan’s father took his premature pup and fled from the U.S. to Canada, eventually landing in the city of Mississauga. The world Aidan grew up in was no picnic and fighting became his religion growing up.
Despite his father's efforts of teaching Aidan what it meant to be a werewolf, he was left to his own devices and full moon's became terror for the packless child. To continue the nightmare, Aidan’s father was murdered, an event that led the pup back to his birthplace of Savannah, GA to live with his human grandfather.
Aidan lived his teenage years with a stranger he'd barely seen. A stranger that was quick to chain and bind Aidan up in a room reinforced by steel and silver. He would always say that it was for “humanity’s safety as well as your own, pup”. Given the circumstances, Aidan learned to accept the truth of the old man’s words.
Eventually, Aidan was approached by others of his kind, and learned what it meant to be a part of a wolfpack. A family that seemed to be able to help and support Aidan in ways he grew up believing were impossible.
Aidan finally got a hold of his animalistic nature, but it seemed to come at the cost of his grasp of life. As he as he grew older the unstable life he knew dramatically worsened following the sudden passing of his grandfather.
Although the two were distant, Aidan was the sole beneficiary. Apparently his grandfather left behind a small fortune. Another part of his inheritance was a handwritten letter to confess to the dark deeds of his past, as well as Aidan's bright future.
He found out that his dad was slain by his grandfather as part of a deal with a demon of sorts. The reason Aidan's father fled in the first place was because he’d caught wind of his plan. If it weren't for Aidan’s violent transformations, his grandfather stated he didn't think he would have found them.
Still, instant regret led him to take Aidan in and raise him. He remained distant because Aidan's presence only served as a painful reminder of the soulless man he was. The money would serve as the only attempt at an apology that he could muster. In actuality it only worsened Aidan's want for violence. He began forcing himself to wear the mask of a smile, hiding the pain and anger. The irony of it all was that Aidan grew up believing he was the monster of the family.
Years passed by before Aidan began to explore the city in ways he never thought to be possible. The supernatural city he'd always thought as plain and boring had suddenly looked beautiful to him. An experience that made him want to be reinvented as well.
Preternatural speed: They can match the speed of a vampire, or a lycan.
Preternatural strength: They're even stronger in their animal form; homid, they can withstand a decent amount of damage. For instance, a were is more likely to survive a car crash.
Preternatural sense: Everything is amplified, which it makes it highly disorienting for infected weres. They could hear a heartbeat from a mile away, and detect a lie by scent.
Beta Call- Betas can roar to make omegas cower to them and to threaten other hostiles. Betas can howl to signal their pack.
Pain Siphon- Werecreatures can help heal the pain of other by physical contact, this method will hurt the werecreature performing it.
Shape-Shifting- Betas now have more control and can shape shift into humanoid like beings. IE: Humanoid Wolf/Hyena/Bear ect.
Though financially set, Aidan chooses to live by his comfortable mid-budget choices. He owns a Suzuki Hayabusa.
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“Stop being a pussy, Marcel,” Aidan snarled, exposing his long fangs.
He wiped his bloody claws on Marcel’s unrecognizable, and already bloody face. Aidan only worsened his mess, but it didn't matter. There would be no formal cleaning. There would be no second chance at his routine. Aidan didn't believe coming back reached his list of things to do. He placed a hand on his chin and mentally ran through his checklist.
“Nope. Definitely not,” Aidan confirmed aloud.
Aidan slowly brought his gaze back to Marcel. He was such a bloody mess already, but Aidan couldn't help but feel like his work of art needed more. Aidan smiled. The camera was once again in his hand as he turned the focus on himself.
“Hello, world. Hi, mom. Dad”, Aidan put on a voice that reeked of professionalism. He smiled and winked before bringing his face next to Marcel’s, “This is my friend Marcel. He's a glorified butcher, apparently.”
Aidan wrapped his arm around Marcel’s head to slap his furthest cheek and shrug at the camera, “I gave Marcy here the day off, but don't worry… I'm no rookie to this line of work.”
Aidan put the camera on Marcel. He zoomed in on his bloody face, “As you can see… wait. Hold on one second.”
Aidan used Marcel’s own apron to wipe his face of the blood. The quick wipe exposed a very pleasant face, if not a bit red. Marcel’s face carried an almost feminine beauty to it.
“Alright,” Aidan recorded Marcel’s face again. This time Aidan let his bloodstained hand rest on it.
“This is the greatest tool ever needed,” Aidan explained. He stiffened his fingers and recorded how long, sharp, and demonic his nails became once they were turned into claws, “And I'm going to show you guys a few techniques. Watch closely.”
Aidan gave the camera a thumbs up. His hand and Marcel’s face still the only things visible. Aidan extended his index finger. He rotated it as if to show his “tool” off. With little warning, she stabbed it into Marcel’s cheek. Marcel screamed in pain, but Aidan only turned the camera to record himself.
“Sorry, guys. My tool accidentally slipped. No worries, I'll try again,” Aidan gave a reassuring, and surprisingly innocent smile.
Aidan focused the camera back on Marcel. This time, he slowly removed his finger from the hole it just created and rested it softly against Marcel’s cheek. He slowly slid his finger over Marcel’s face, and made a series of gleeful sounds as he began carving from his flesh. The toughness of Marcel’s skin worked well with the softness of its outermost layer, but Aidan’s claw sliced through both with ease.
Posted: Jan 12 2018, 09:28 AM
Posted: Jan 12 2018, 10:06 AM
Age // 37
Posts // 452
Species // Mermaid duh!
Occupation // Bus Driver
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