Aidan Alexander Braxton

Aidan is around 6'2 and weighs roughly 205 lbs. However, all of his weight is muscle from the extensive workout and training that he does almost religiously. His hair is brown and medium length. His eyes are a bright icy blue in color and seem to shine with a mysterious quiet glow. (Due to his immortality) His arms and legs are extremely cut and his muscle tone shows quite clearly. His chest and stomach are also ripped with muscle as well. On his back are two large scars covering his shoulder blades. There are also several large scars on his chest and lower stomach which appear to be made by some sort of blade. Aidan's face is thin and seemingly well structured. His right arm is almost entirely covered by an intricate black tribal tattoo.

Aidan normally wears a pair of faded torn jeans held up by a black studded belt. On his feet he wears a pair of black leather boots. Covering the top of his feet and shins are shin guards which are made out of a light metal alloy. He wears a tight black t-shirt and usually a brown blazer as well. He also wears brown leather bracers which have metal plates inserted underneath the leather so they can be used for defensive purposes but aren’t uncomfortable to wear. He wears a pair of black leather fingerless gloves as well. On his right leg is a sheath where he keeps a rather large dagger. Around his neck is a black dog collar and a black length of rope with a silver cross on it which he keeps tucked under his shirt hidden from sight. Finally, on his left ring finger is a silver ring with numerous hieroglyphics on it that he cannot read. Strapped across his back is a long sword, that is worn from use.

PERSONALITY

Serious and attentive to the core. Aidan is always aware of his surroundings and is ready for combat at any given moment. His combat prowess is incredible, which is most likely why he is feared by many regular people despite his age. His serious personality often makes him come off as somebody who nobody could possibly get along with. But he can be reasoned with, having experienced much loss in his life has made him bitter towards others.

In contrast to his punk-like appearance, Aidan is surprisingly mature and cool-headed. He's not afraid of taking responsibility, unlike some others that will try to avoid being held accountable when the consequences are dire. Aidan acts upon intelligence and reasoning. He is a very complex person to the eye, an he is indeed one. He never could be a simple person, due to his history that shrouds his allies with mystery and wonder. Although he may act on intelligence and reasoning, he does occasionally make a foolish mistake and lets his anger and sorrow consume him, however this is only occasionally; and he has 'lost the will to cry'. He never breaks down before anyone, simply because he has not the ability. He has cried his share of tears in his past. And believes it is now his time to stay strong, and prevent another person from going through and enduring what he endured. Although he might not cry and he may always obtain his cool when the sorrow and anger does consume him, he tries his boniest to be alone, so others don't see it.

Aidan is often seen being rather quiet and reserved. He speaks when necessary, and usually the words range from sarcastic and witty to serious and commanding. His voice a rather baritone proportion, it is quite easy to mistake his comments or outspoken thoughts for imperative statements. One should be careful when judging this, however; when Aidan believes that any situation is being pulled out of context, he will heighten his intellectual prowess and literally attempt to verbally rend any who would stand against his word. Thus, it proves to be a pet peeve to oppose him during his time of explanation. Most else will either go ignored or unheeded, the patron usually choosing rather quickly that which is irrelevant and that which holds some bearing to his situations.

On and off the battle-field, he is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this warrior. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, his fellow "friends" have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. He, however, could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, he will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy. Amongst his comrades, he is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but isn't what you would call laid back either, he is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something.!

One hundred and twenty one years ago a child was born in a small dingy room, lit faintly with candle light. The child's father wasn't there he was off drinking with his coworkers. The mother named the small child Aidan, an apt name she thought, for a child who was going to be the fire that fought against the way the people of the South were treated. He would be the fire that freed them.

Aidan childhood was nothing special, he attended the very small school and he was taught the way of the sword by his alcoholic and abusive father. His father loathed him, because he felt that the child wasn't his, although there was no disputing it from his looks. He frequently lashed out at his mother and child. Often beating him for small accidents and for things that weren't his fault. Despite all of the hate and anger, Aidan wanted to prove to his father that he wasn't useless. He trained as hard as he could and did his best at every task his father gave him. Often besting him in sword fights, which earned him another beating. Or a sword hilt to the top of the head. He trained and learned and was eventually handpicked at the age of 16 to be a soldier for Borim.

The training was rigorous and a majority of the candidates died from malnutrition or dehydration. Soldiers in the south were trained in a variety of different weapons, from Rifles, handguns, swords, knives, and hand to hand combat. Aidan excelled in his combat training and was accepted into the soldiers. He had impressed his peers with his outstanding swordsmanship and so he was allowed to go out on search parties for severe criminals.It was during one of these raids far away from his hometown that Aidan experienced his first real taste of combat. A group of rapists, who the soldiers had been chasing, ambushed them and killed all of the guards with the exception of Aidan. Aidan fought the men, killing them with relative ease. It shocked him how easily he had taken the lives of the men, and he wondered if he should be worried.

Upon his return home, he was greeted with a mixture of sadness and anger. Many of the civilians felt like it should have been Aidan who had died, instead of their loved ones. He didn't argue with them, he knew it was astounding that a trainee had survived the assault while the rest of the veteran soldiers had been killed. He was also given the ill news that his mother had gotten sick and passed away in his absence. The news devastated him, and he quickly rushed to his home to find that his mother was gone. The only thing that remained was a small silver cross she used to wear around her neck.

Aidan walked over to the cross and picked it up. He squeezed it tightly in his hand, relishing the coldness of it. He felt tears sting his eyes. The only person he had ever loved had been taken from him. What do I do now? Continue this life as a knight? Is this my punishment for killing? Aidan thinks as he opens his palm and stares at the cross. He suddenly realized that there was someone standing behind him. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there. A bottle of some kind of rum in his hand.

"Father, I'm sor-" was all he got out before the bottle came whistling toward his head and smashed against it. Aidan reached up to the wound and stumbled backwards his hand going to the wound. His father cursed viciously at him, before Aidan swung a fist of his own, uppercutting his father in the chin and knocking 3 of his teeth out. Unlike his father, he wasn't a washed up old drunk. He stepped forward as his father stumbled backwards. He began to rain down blows of his own into his father's face. Punch after punch, for every time the man had struck his mother. He became aware of a sound in his ears, and it took him awhile to realize he was screaming at his father. The man was now laying on the ground his face looked like hamburger meat, and Aidan's fists were covered in blood. His eyes widened as he reached down and checked his father's throat for a pulse. None.

"Oh.." Aidan said as he shakily stands to his feet, takes a step to his left and vomits. Just then several more guards come walking through the front door of the small house to see Aidan and his clearly dead father.

"Wha-? Hey! Get that kid!" one of them yells as Aidan sprints for a window and leaps through it, feeling shards of glass cut small scratches on his arms and face. He rolls as he hits the ground, landing in a crouch. He quickly pushed himself to his feet and took off sprinting through the streets, trying to think of a place to go. Oh no...what have I done.... Aidan thinks as he stops at a split alley and looks both ways before darting to his left, hearing guards to his right. He needed to find a place to think. He knew well the punishment for murder. He didn't want to die, or worse. It was whatever fate that Borim decided for him. And that could be worse than death.

Aidan managed to elude the guards for well over a month before he was captured stealing bread. He was beaten severely and carried to the large stone castle that served as a base of operations for the priests of Borim and the god's home if he came to visit them himself.

The battered and badly beaten Aidan was thrown to the ground in front of one of the priests. The priest raised an eyebrow at the more than half dead man. No, not a man. Nothing more than a boy.

“Who is he?” the priest asked the two cards who stood before him. He didn't like being disturbed, and the sight of the starved and beaten young man, only made him feel ill.

“A murderer and a thief! He killed one of the city guards! His own father!” the guard on the left spat as he kicked Aidan in the side, breaking two of his ribs and sending him rolling onto his back gasping for air.

“Is he now? Borim left special instructions for the patricide In fact he wished to give the boy something.” the priest said as he stared with disgust at the young man. “Take him to the Room of Cleansing Fire!” the priest said as he the guards dragged the unconscious boy away.

Aidan opened his blue eyes and looked around the large room. It was full of horrible instruments that he wished to never know the true nature of. In the center of the room was a large fire, the flames licking up into a cylinder hole in the ceiling. He heard screams and realized he wasn't the only one in the room. He tried to speak,but he realized that he couldn't. Another second and he realized that he couldn't move. He'd been restrained and a strip of leather had been tied around his mouth holding his tongue down. He felt panic wash over him. What had they done to him? Or better yet, what did they have in store for him.

”Stop pulling against your bonds. It won't help you...nothing can. There is no hope for you Aidan. I already have a few things in store for you. Don't worry, you don't have to convince me of anything. I can read every single though that is in that thick skull of yours. I know your excuses, and I know the truth. I also know that you hate me, and you blame for all the death and destruction around here. Well, your right...about everything. But you are wrong about one thing... a voice echoes through Aidan's head as he sees a figure almost entirely made out of shadows standing at the base of the fire.

You should be scared.. the voice spoke as Aidan blinks and the figure is standing right before him. It reaches a clawed hand out and lays it on Aidan's head.

Pain. Pain as he'd never experienced shot through his head and he felt as if his head was going to split open. He welcomed the thought, knowing that if his brains spilled out, he would die and the pain and would end. But it didn't and the pain went on and on, for what felt like eternity and then it ended as Aidan thought he would lose his sanity. He laid strapped to the bed with tears pouring down his eyes, groaning against the leather strap in his mouth. He tried to speak, and all that came out was a whimper.

What I just did to you? Well that's the true riddle, and the punishment. But I'm not as bad as you thought...You'll understand...in time and with that the figure vanished and Aidan blinked and his bindings were gone. He shakily stood to his feet and limped across the room to the door, turning around to take one last look at the fire where Borim had appeared to him. With that he left. He headed down to the armory and chose a brilliantly crafted sword made of steel and titanium. He also picked up a backpack and filled it with food for his journey. He then stole a horse from the castle's stable. It never occurred to him, how odd it was that the castle was empty. Was Borim letting him escape?

He fled across the land, deciding that he would head to Hryst. A country he'd heard was peaceful, with many kind inhabitants. He rode for 3 days until he decided to stop and rest. After resting he ate a small portion of the tough and salty jerky, he'd stolen. WIth a sigh, he climbed back on his horse and was ready to head out again. His mind on Hryst It can't be as bad as things are he- a sound suddenly filled the air. A loud sound that shook the ground. Aidan's first thought was earthquake as he was thrown from his horse and it took off galloping across the land. He pushed himself to his feet wincing as he felt his broken ribs shift. He looked up as light began to fill the sky and he took off sprinting as what looked like a large meteor came crashing down into the castle of Borim. Aidan's blue eyes widened in shock and horror as screams echoed through the city. He stared out at the city.

Whats...happening!?! Aidan thinks as he stares down in horror. Borim..is doing this!?!?! I have to go warn everybody he thinks as he starts sprinting forward, an explosion fills the sky and Aidan feels the ground start to shake again. A deep rumbling sound fills the area as something begins to raise out of the ground. Aidan sprints over towards it and realizes what it is. But...the city? Am I a coward for leaving? he thinks as he stands on top of the rising wall staring out at his home town behind him.

I Promise....that I will come back, and we'll build a new world together. One without all the hardships we've had to endure. I will change everything. Mother, you always said I would be the fire to make the change. It starts today! From this day on, I will never run again. I will fight and fight, until my last breath and I will make a difference! he thinks as he turns and leaps over the side of the wall, dropping the twenty feet into another country.

Aidan, began his new life here. Traveling the world as a mercenary for the next 100 years, doing whatever job he was paid to do and struggling to make a difference in the world. He never forgot his promise and still looks forward to the day he can change things. He believes strongly in hope for humanity.