Aidan Connolly

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Experience: um.... 2 years and some change? I think
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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Aidan Michael Connolly
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: November 2nd, 1988
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Glamour
Beliefs: Aidan grew up with a little bit of knowledge regarding the Tainted. He has an uncle who’s a telekinetic, so it didn’t come as quite as much of as shock as it did for some. But he and his uncle were hardly close, so everything he knew about the ‘different’ people was second hand and rather distant. As a result, as soon as he figured out what the changes he was going through meant at the age of 16, he was keen to be with others of his kind, to see what it was like. He sees his gift as a kind of lucky draw on life’s lottery. It helps him get what he wants, and he’s not ashamed to use it... and while he might sometimes feel like he doesn’t give as much back as he should, he’s far from completely selfish with it and will often use it for the benefit of others as well. He’s never felt shunned or ostracized... with a power like his, why would he be? So he doesn’t have any animosity towards the ‘normal’ people. They’re all just people, really to him... though it’s the Tainted that fascinate and intrigue him.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: A deep, warm blue that’s almost the exact same shade as the sky on a perfectly sunny summer day. They’re usually alight with laughter, the corners creased just a bit as he grins. The glitter of them intensifies when his ability is being used, his gaze at once almost eerily direct as if he could see straight into one’s soul, even as the calm color puts the viewer at ease.

Hair: He has a full head of hair that’s a dark brown, verging on black. It’s almost always a little longer than he means for it to be, and usually sticks up at all angles as if it has a mind of its own. He never does more than run his fingers through it after a shower, but handily enough it looks pretty good with so little attention.

Height: Just above 6 foot, he’s a little tall compared to most, but not so much that he stands out.

Weight: 165lbs. He’s not thin... but he’s not exactly built either. He’s got a somewhat muscular frame that comes more from a lack of padding than any real work he’s done to tone the muscles. Still, there’s something about the way that he carries himself that gives the impression of a much more ‘built’ frame. Though that might have more than a little bit to do with his ability as well.

Distinguishing Features: None, really. Aidan’s at once fairly unremarkable... and rather impossible to forget. There’s something about the boy, who’s neither extremely attractive nor horribly unattractive, that captures people’s attention, and has them remembering him as far more charming, attractive and generally good looking than he really is. He walks with a confidence that comes from knowing there’s more to him than what people see, and from knowing he can control the way they see him to a certain extent, even if he is still learning.
Other:



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- Being in control
- Traveling
- His family, particularly his (many) sisters.
- Being home (in small doses)
- Girls, of course
- Music (listening to almost anything, and playing around on his guitar)
- Photography
- Meeting new people (and finding new ways to push their buttons)

Dislikes:
- Being wrong
- Rainy days that keep him inside and bored
- Being manipulated
- Failing. At anything.
- Disappointing people he cares about
- School.... well, being forced to learn. Actually, being forced to do anything.

The Good Points: He’s a headstrong, determined sort that doesn’t let much of anything get in his way once he’s decided he wants something. He learned to control his ability to the extent that he has fairly quickly... though one has to wonder if it’s from any kind of hard work or skill, or more from the fact that being charming and flattering just came easily to him to begin with. He’s a loyal and devoted defender once you’ve gained his respect, and he’ll fight to the death for his friends or family. That being said, it usually takes a lot to actually get that close to him, his own trust being a hard thing to earn.

The Bad Points: He’s a headstrong, determined sort that doesn’t let much of anything get in his way once he’s decided he wants something. It comes to a fault when he just can’t let certain things go... despite how bad they are for him. He’s also fairly restless, and tends to go off impulse before he thinks things through, which puts him in the position of hurting those he cares about far more often than he’d like. Occasionally his confidence and sense of self make him seem rather shallow and conceited... and most certainly more than a little heartless. If one bothered to look though, they might see this was more a defense to keep from getting too close than from a lack of caring or compassion.

Habits: He tends to make jokes when he’s nervous.... and flies off the handle rather easily when any of his friends/family are threatened in any way. He doesn’t have a quick temper really, but tends to hold a grudge once his ire’s up. And he could pout his way out of a paper bag; a habit that comes in handy occasionally for when he really messes up.

Possessions/Obsessions/Other: Aidan’s a bit nomadic and doesn’t carry many possessions when him when he travels. There are, however, a couple of things that never leave his side.... While he’s a photographer and has taken more pictures than he could begin to count, there are only two that he’s kept in his pocket every day since he took them. One is a picture of his family, that he took 3 days before he left home at the tender age of 16, standing in front of their home outside of Dublin without a care in the world. The other is a picture of himself and Dodger, the little 14 year old girl at the inn he’d landed at in Sanglignée 2 years prior that he’d felt and instant connection to. Those pictures and his guitar when everywhere with him... the guitar giving him entertainment while the pictures reminded him of what was important; family and friends.



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
Family:
Mother: Aoife (50)
Father: Patrick (55)

Sisters:
Brenna- 20
Kerry- 22
Caitlyn-25
Mary- 28

Neice: Kassidy (Mary’s first child)- 2

History:

Aidan had never really lived what most would consider to be a quiet life, but it was far from exciting or unique for most of it. The youngest of 5 children (and the only boy, to boot) pretty much insured that while his life never lacked for noise or company, but it wasn’t exactly what most would pick for themselves. His older sisters, the oldest, Mary, nearly 10 years his senior, with the younger Brenna only about 14 months older than Aidan, did their best to keep their younger brother.... ‘occupied’. For most of his younger childhood he was like a doll to them, there for dress up or playing house, and of course picked on and ridiculed as younger siblings are whenever he thought to fight back.

Luckily, fate saw fit to have him towering over his sisters at a pretty young age, none of his sisters being taller than 5’4 which he surpassed by the time he was 12. And while his sisters still did their damnedest to give him hell, he gave as good as he got nowadays. Still, even with all the excitement that having a larger family brought with it, Aidan always felt like there was something he was missing out on. Something.... more, that always seemed to be just around the corner, eluding his grasp.

He probably would have struck out on his own at 16 regardless, but it was the discovery of his little ‘talent’ that gave him that extra push he needed to leave their quiet little town outside of Dublin and find out what that ‘something’ was for himself. A few months before his 16th birthday, he’d started noticing people acting strangely around him. Not all the time... but occasionally, it seemed as if people hung on every word he spoke. Girls fluttered their eyelashes and fished for dates, guys high fived him in passing and acted like he was the best of them all. It was, to be completely honest, a pretty cool discovery for a relatively lonely teenager to suddenly find himself the center of attention. He took it as merely that for several months until his father’s brother let him in on a little ‘family secret’.

Suddenly knowing there was something more to him than he’d ever known, and knowing there were others out there that had similar powers.... hell, even more powerful abilities, gave him all the reason he’d ever needed to leave home. There was a rumor, his uncle had said, that there was a town in France, where many Tainted lived together. Worked together. And the concept of meeting others like him, others who could do some of the extraordinary things his uncle had told him about, utterly fascinated him. So he took off, just 2 months after his 16th birthday in the middle of the night in mid January, leaving a note to his family telling them not to worry as he made his way South, seeing the sites and places that he’d dreamed of seeing on the way to Sanglignée.

If only he’d known what he would have found when he got there.

It was March before he made it to the small little village in the south of France. He’d strolled into the town feeling like he’d finally come home, and gone to the first place his feet had taken him; Jacobs’ inn. But whatever he’d counted on finding there, he hadn’t counted on her. Dodger Jacobs was.... well, the first time he’d seen her, as he stepped into the dining room in the Jacob’s inn, she’d dropped the dishes that she’d been carrying back to the kitchen and he hadn’t been able to stop the grin from splitting his face. She’d been barely more than 14, and yet there was something about her that simply drew him to her. And for the first time, while Aidan was a little glad to have the silly little ability that he did, he hesitated. She was a child.... he had no business feeling the flood of emotions that had come at his first glimpse of her. So he ignored them, put on a friendly albeit slightly detached smile and offered to help her pick up.

They become friends in the months he spent in San, the sleepy little town feeling more like home than anywhere else ever had. He settled into the routine of endless days spent wreaking havoc with his new friend and her older brother, helping out around the inn and trying to forget the way he felt about the tiny little girl that was quickly worming her way into his heart. And he’d thought he’d had a pretty good handle on his little ‘gift’. Until she pulled him aside one night at the end of September and confessed her own feelings for him.

Shock had come first... followed closely by a tidal wave of excitement that he immediately reminded himself he had no business feeling. So before things could get any more out of hand, he’d stopped her. And taken the only way out that he could see.

It was his ability, that made her feel that way, he’d said. She only thought she loved him, a common enough mistake and one he could hardly blame her for. And then, with a condescending pat on the head designed to infuriate her, he’d taken a step back.

Later that night, nursing a broken nose due to his slight miscalculation about the degree her fury could reach, he left the quiet town without a word. The best thing he could do would be to leave. Or so he told himself. And he gone, left her alone to forget about him and try and get on with his own life, however hopeless that attempt might have seemed. He managed it for 2 years.... 2 long years that he spent traveling to all the places he’d dreamed of going, hoping that each time he walked into a town or a city that he’d feel the same kind of homecoming that he’d felt when he walked into the Jacob’s inn. But when he found himself in Marseille, so close to what he still longed for, the temptation had been too much.

So now he’s back. And what he’ll find in the place he used to love might not be exactly what he’s expecting.





m i s c

RP Sample:

His words seemed to tempt the heavens into proving him wrong, for no sooner had he spoken than the heavy gray clouds above them opened up and drenched the grounds (and their occupants) in a pouring rain. The fat raindrops were like warm, liquid silk as they slid down her face, and the glare that Ten had been ready to send in Brody’s direction faded as she lifted her face to meet them.

“Slick, Hathaway, real slick,” she taunted, retrieving the ball he’d kicked and readying herself for her own attack. “You know, if you were any good on the field, you wouldn’t have to resort to tricks and distractions.” Laughter glittered in her eyes in place of the frustration that had sparked in the depths at his less than gallant move before, and she let out a quick, almost childlike chuckle as she turned to face him again.

Deciding there wasn’t a way to score without resorting to exactly the same thing, the grin that lit Ten’s face was ever so slightly evil. It was hardly her fault, after all, that he’d grown another 2 inches in the past year, and all of that in his legs. She was just going to even the odds a little...

She maneuvered the little red ball with ease as she ran full force straight at him, using her shoulder like a shield to take the brunt of the force as they collided, her small frame making jolting contact with his larger one. It was the element of surprise she was counting on. That and the slick surface of the ground. Normally she didn’t have the slightest hope of tackling her friend, considering the advantage he had over her with his weight and height, but it could have been enough, if he wasn’t expecting it. And if she’d thought about her own ability to regain her balance.

She meant to pull away as he fell, but when his solid form barely moved with the impact, she hadn’t quite taken into the account the rapidly soaking ground underfoot that gave way with the slightest bit of force. Sliding haphazardly, she lost her footing and slammed back hard into Brody before losing her balance completely and finding herself flat on her back in the squishy mud.

All she could do was blink as the breath in her lungs was forced out with the impact, though it wasn’t long before she was laughing rather hysterically at her own misjudgment. “You did that on purpose,” she accused, her voice slightly breathless, though whether that was from her fall or her laughter, one could only guess. Sitting up, she held out a hand to him, gesturing impatiently as he continued to merely look down at her. “Come on, help me up.”

The second he gave in and she felt those long, strong fingers wrap around her hand she gave a tug, at last catching him off balance and sending him headlong down into the mud with her. “One good turn...” she said impishly, her smile the very image of innocence if it wasn’t for the mischief that lingered in her eyes. “No way in hell am I going to be the only one walking the corridors later, covered in slime.”

Character Model:Adam Brody

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