Post by Red14 on Jun 24, 2010 19:42:08 GMT -5
Name: Aaron C. Dawson
Age: In this life, he is just turning 24 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human- mostly. Aaron himself is a wandering soul. Whenever his host body dies, his soul wanders to an infant and incubates. Once it recovers, it devours the hosts original soul and takes it's place in the new body, bringing forth Aaron's persona.
Alignment: I'm not sure, I want to say he's neutral/good
Power Level: Medium (He can be level 4, 5, or 6 depending on his orders.
Timeline: Modern-Futuristic
Appearance: In this life, this modern life, Aaron wears clothes that are designed to not stand out, he doesn't wear jewelry and pretty much sticks to Collared shirts and dress pants. If he wants to be more lax about his wear he will stick with jeans and a t-shirt. Even his body doesn't immediately stand out. He is currently a slim Caucasian man with a slim nose and blue eyes. He wears square glasses that accentuate his relatively angular face.
Personality: Aaron is always a helpful person. Ask him for help with almost anything and he'll do it with a smile on his face. He does his best to not let anyone get him down, but still can sink into fits of depression if he gives them too much of an audience. He does not take criticism well, at first trying to pass it off he will eventually lock up, and stare stone faced without responding to his critics.
Normal Aaron is a happy person, one that wishes to spread joy to those around him and help ease their pain. Depressed Aaron is silent, reclusive, and rather tranquil when it comes to his temper.
Aaron is most jovial when completing a mission, no matter how bad he feels after the work is done.
Occupation Is he a professional assassin? Some would say so, but the way Aaron himself would put it is.
"Hi! My name is Aaron and I kill people."
That's it, that's what he does. Powerful governments and large scale crime organizations always seem to know where to find him when they want someone dead, once they do Aaron simply does his job. After a mission Aaron usually disappears for a few months but then resurfaces as a civilian is some country.
History:
Most people would not tell others they were a “victim” of reincarnation, but then again Aaron C. Dawson is not most people.
Aaron was first born within a small settlement just on the outskirts of the Fertile Crescent. Every day was filled with hard work and tedious tasks but, life was rewarding. Working so hard to feed your family was something that spoke not only about your work ethic, but about your character and your ability as a leader. Unfortunately for Aaron, one day a group of nearby bandits decided they did not like what they were hearing. One early morning, they rode in and slaughtered the young Aaron and his family.
“Ya know, some people think that is supposed to take you to some faraway and awesome place, but take it from me, it’s pretty boring being dead. It’s like being in a waiting room with your eyes closed and all you can think about are the memories of your high school bully repeatedly washing your face in the toilet, at first it’s boring but then it just gets painful.”
-Aaron
Death was the only thing Aaron had to hang onto at that point. And so he waited, and waited, and waited for something to happen, ANYTHING to happen; but nothing ever did. Year after year he just sat there, and waited, he thought about suicide a couple of times, but unfortunately for him, he was already dead.
“But ya know, being dead isn’t all bad. You get the chance to think about a lot of things as your physical body rots away, you get to improve on life choices and really start to improve yourself. The only crappy thing about that is that you’ve essentially started practice AFTER you lost your team the championship. Regardless, it’s certainly a good thing to improve yourself, even if that is the case….. I wasn’t supposed to be subbed in anyway.”
-Aaron
Suddenly, Aaron was ripped from the waiting room, he couldn’t help but be happy, finally he was headed to the great beyond, and finally he was going to the place he truly belonged, the afterlife. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he looked forward with a smile ready to take in what he thought was paradise. And paradise it was, a vast green field full of beautiful flowers waving softly in the wind the sun setting just over them, casting an orange glow on his perfect world. It was truly what he imagined.
But wait, what’s this feeling…. This feeling seems so familiar. He racked his brain for a moment, asking himself this question. Finally, after several minutes of thought he realized it.
“Wait…. Am I…. Itching?”
He was alive again, this time in Ireland.
“Yeah, it really strange being alive again, let alone being a completely different skin color, which was probably the hardest adjustment for me. Every time I looked down at my hand I thought I was going to die from a terrible disease. I eventually started calling it ‘White out’. Should have patented that name…”
-Aaron
Confused and with nothing better to do, Aaron picked up life from where he left off or rather- where this body of his left off. Evidently this person had a wife and child before Aaron came and stole it from him. He tended the farm as his only payment for this stranger’s vessel and took good care of his child. Unfortunately, his wife died
shortly after Aaron’s arrival.
“It was probably the flu. Looking back, hindsight tells me all of the symptoms certainly fit. By the time we knew she was sick, I couldn’t do anything about it, it had already progressed too far. I sat by the bedside and watched her roll in pain. Eventually after I put the child to bed, I came back into the room and sat beside her again. She looked up at me, with dying blue eyes and begged me to end her life. I nodded slowly and honored her wish. After I smothered her I found myself somewhat happy. That very same night, I cried, but the thing is, it wasn't me that was crying, it was the man whose life I stole from him. I can say that that’s definitely my least favorite part about this job. Stealing the life that someone had; even if, in reality, it was my life to begin with.”
Aaron lived out the rest of his Ireland days peacefully, only to be reborn yet again, this time in the body of an elderly English noble.
Many people would love to live multiple lives, but not Aaron, he wanted to move on, he had grown tired of this world of flesh and bone and desired to return to a realm of thought and spirit. He wanted to know why he was being put through this, why he was living as many times and as so many different people. He was depressed. The sudden rise in sadness and stress led him to contract the bubonic plague, just before it became the epidemic it is known for today.
On his death bed, he had a thought. He decided to have one of his servants to call in a Catholic Church Official to ask him about reincarnation.
“Some help he was.”
-Aaron
So, Aaron lay there, still in pain. He just wanted death to end this; he did not want to have to face the pains of living again. As he sulked, a wandering psychic reached his doorstep.
“Yeah, she… she was pretty strange. But without her, I wouldn’t know what my mission was. She told me that I was a weapon, and that by becoming afflicted with the Bubonic Plague, my first responsibility as a weapon was fulfilled. I asked her for more information but she merely stood up and walked away from me. I died shortly afterward. The last thing I heard was one of my
servants, he was coughing. ”
“I lived again, despite my distaste for it. But no matter how many times I saw a knife, or a rope I could never bring myself to end my own life, something I came to resent more and more as my lives went on.”
-Aaron
As lives passed, Aaron began to become what he was told he was, a weapon. He was drafted into the English armies where he seemed to have an almost superhuman knack for killing. He proved himself on the battlefield over and over, until, one day he was felled by an arrow, pierced his heart and instantly killed him.
“War is a terrible thing but, I couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill of combat. The crack of bone as I crashed a shield into their skull, the scream of armor as my blade plunged between its weak points. Even the pain in my hand as I throw a fist into their jaw fulfilled me. It brought me joy to prevail in combat, it brought me joy to kill a man, and it brought me joy to watch him die. I had not experienced such a rush of emotions before and I lost control. I don’t know how many people I ended up killing during the first war I served in. But I do know that the smell of blood was forever stained into my armor. The orders, given by commanders before every battle, ‘to kill every enemy I saw’ seemed to fill me with strength. Looking back, I now understand why. It’s the way I work.”
-Aaron
He was reborn again as a child, which gave him the opportunity to reflect over his situation.
“At this point I was racking my brain, trying to discover the right thing to do. Should I continue killing and destroying the world as a weapon? Or should I do my best to improve this world, avoiding my ‘responsibilities’ in order to life as a happy, healthy human being? I didn’t have an answer, and no matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t think of one. The best I could do, was live again, and see where the road took me.”
-Aaron
And so he waited growing up a very athletic and smart child in a small village in Bosnia. It was around the time of his eighteenth birthday that he was abducted by Serbians. He awoke in a dark, dank dungeon, lit only by dim candles. “Is this the weapon?” a man just out of eyesight asked. There were several murmurs before something was clearly audible. They approached Aaron, casually and slowly.
“They told me that I was supposed to help them. I, of course responded no. The response was less a fruit of my deep contemplations and more a fruit of human selfishness. They went silent, I expected them to start torturing me, I started to take back my words but before I could even speak again one of them turned to me and said ‘We don’t have to torture you. You are a weapon, capable of being wielded by anyone. This is your destiny. You will help us, not because you don’t have any other choice, but because you know that deep down, you want to help us.”
-Aaron
They were right, and within the next two years, the blood of Archduke Franz Ferdinand was on Aaron’s hands. Soon the blood of countless men, women and children would also be on his hands, for this one act of murder, started the bloodiest war mankind had ever seen. Aaron had been wielded to almost single-handedly bringing about the Great War, a war which brought the world to its knees.
“Do I ever regret helping them? Yeah, of course I do. I didn’t want to start a war with casualties numbering far above the hundreds of thousands but, I did it. I killed the Archduke. Why did I do it? I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to assassinate this man, whom I had never met before in my life, I WANTED to kill him despite the fact he had done nothing to deserve such cruelty. And I wanted to, because they asked me to do it.
The strange part is, before the Serbs kidnapped me, I had no goal, I had no destination, I was just living. I was moving from day to day like a ghost, just floating through life. Once the Serbians captured me I was finally anchored to something, anchored to a cause, even if the cause was the death of a stranger. It was then that I realized, all of the people I had killed in past lives, all of this was done because people asked me to do them. All they had to do was give me an order, and I slaughtered hundreds of people, all they had to do was ask me and I assassinated dictators. It was certainly a very unnerving realization.”
Aaron was tried and killed (again) for the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand. Since that endeavor, Aaron has assisted with the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the storming of the beach at Normandy, and the assassination of Benito Mussolini.
“Killing is not my passion. If I kill, it is because I am being wielded to do so. Call me spineless, call me indecisive, call me whatever you want. But the one thing you can’t call a fella like me, is lazy.”
-Aaron
Powers:
The abilities that are held by the wandering soul named Aaron are a result of the powerful spiritual aura it carries. The number of these Aura were originally one, but it has grown to three. Each do something different.
Inner Aura: Enhances functions within the body, when it is not concentrated to a particular point, the aura just enhances everything the body does. If the aura gets focused within a muscle, that muscle becomes much stronger. This is the difference between a normal human's attempt to tear a piece of sheet metal, and a successful attempt.
In event of psychic attack, the inner aura can be concentrated within the mind, preventing most attempts at mind control or psychic visions.
Surface Aura:
Without concentration, this aura does nothing. With concentration to Aaron's extremities it can act as a sort of adhesive, allowing Aaron to scale walls with speed. The surface aura can also be a repellent, allowing him to levitate off the ground or away from walls.
Surface Aura ability: Invisi-Blade!
Any surface that Aaron is in direct contact with, that is not his skin, can be a target of this ability.
This concentrates the surface aura to a valid target and creates an invisible blade around it. Blunt objects suddenly become razor sharp, if Aaron is wearing long sleeves, they can become dual blades of death (!!!) When using this ability, the surface aura cannot be used for anything else.
Outer Aura: This aura radiates from him in a radius of about fifteen feet all around him. He is aware of all lifeforms within this bubble, whether they are above , below, in front, or behind him. He is aware. This gives him sight on invisible units, should they approach.
The aura can be completely focused to one life form, if he does this he loses the senses around himself but is able to track the afflicted lifeform for miles and miles.
Power in commands:
This ability is special, in that it makes Aaron stronger depending on how the orders he is following are conveyed. For example.
"We need limited casualties" Brings him down to Power Level 4
"We want him dead" Keeps him at a level five.
"Terminate with extreme prejudice" Bumps him up to a level 6.
I'll break down buffs and nerfs now. The abilities you see above are all the abilities he has at power level five.
At Rank 4:
-Cannot defend against psychic attacks
-Loses the Invisi-Blade ability
- Cannot concentrate Inner aura directly into a muscle
At rank 5:
- No change
At Rank 6
- Inner Aura becomes more potent, concentrated, Aaron can flip cars with ease.
- Outer Aura Radius is extended to a massive 100 feet. If it is focused on a target it becomes easier to read the target's moves. Additionally, the target feels more stressed.
-Surface Aura
Gains an ability
Invisi-Shield!
The space outside of the concentrated area becomes hardened, blocking attacks as potent as 9mm bullets. This can be applied in other ways, for example, If he comes in direct contact with another character, he can utilize the aura to freeze them in place. This requires a large amount of concentration.
Mid-range Marksman: As it implies, Aaron is extremely accurate up to ranges of about 50 feet. Particularly with firearms.
Equipment:
A Striker-12 Shotgun
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8b/Protecta-shotgun-p1030163.jpg
"The weapon's action is similar to that of a revolver, using a rotating magazine. Since the Striker uses a more or less conventional double action only trigger, and a very large and heavy cylinder (compared to handguns), Walker added a pre-wound clock-work spring to revolve the magazine. This proved to be a slow and ineffective way to load the weapon. The design was changed so that there is now a cocking lever on the right side of the barrel.
The first designs were criticized as having a slow and cumbersome firing mechanism. The latest version has a pump-action style lever used to clear the chamber as other pump-action shotguns do. The Striker is somewhat unique for a shotgun because of its twelve round capacity and short overall length."
Pasted from wikipedia because I've typed enough for this damn character
M1911 pistol (x2)
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/M1911A1.JPG
"The M1911 is a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, and recoil-operated handgun chambered for the .45 ACP cartridge.[1] It was designed by John M. Browning, and was the standard-issue side arm for the United States armed forces from 1911 to 1985, and is still carried by some U.S. forces. It was widely used in World War I, World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. Its formal designation as of 1940 was Automatic Pistol, Caliber .45, M1911 for the original Model of 1911 or Automatic Pistol, Caliber .45, M1911A1 for the M1911A1, adopted in 1924. The designation changed to Pistol, Caliber .45, Automatic, M1911A1 in the Vietnam era.[1] In total, the United States procured around 2.7 million M1911 and M1911A1 pistols in military contracts during its service life.
The M1911 is the most well-known of John Browning's designs to use the short recoil principle in its basic design. Besides the pistol being widely copied itself, this operating system rose to become the pre-eminent type of the 20th century and of nearly all modern centerfire pistols. It is popular with civilian shooters in competitive events such as IDPA, International Practical Shooting Confederation, and Bullseye shooting."
Pasted from Wikipedia
Weakness:
Being Human: He will die from anything that a normal human would. But his soul will wander to another body.
Balanced: He can stand up to most threats, but that means he has no advantages against his combatants.
Well, it's long but that doesn't necessarily mean its good. Feedback is welcome.
Age: In this life, he is just turning 24 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human- mostly. Aaron himself is a wandering soul. Whenever his host body dies, his soul wanders to an infant and incubates. Once it recovers, it devours the hosts original soul and takes it's place in the new body, bringing forth Aaron's persona.
Alignment: I'm not sure, I want to say he's neutral/good
Power Level: Medium (He can be level 4, 5, or 6 depending on his orders.
Timeline: Modern-Futuristic
Appearance: In this life, this modern life, Aaron wears clothes that are designed to not stand out, he doesn't wear jewelry and pretty much sticks to Collared shirts and dress pants. If he wants to be more lax about his wear he will stick with jeans and a t-shirt. Even his body doesn't immediately stand out. He is currently a slim Caucasian man with a slim nose and blue eyes. He wears square glasses that accentuate his relatively angular face.
Personality: Aaron is always a helpful person. Ask him for help with almost anything and he'll do it with a smile on his face. He does his best to not let anyone get him down, but still can sink into fits of depression if he gives them too much of an audience. He does not take criticism well, at first trying to pass it off he will eventually lock up, and stare stone faced without responding to his critics.
Normal Aaron is a happy person, one that wishes to spread joy to those around him and help ease their pain. Depressed Aaron is silent, reclusive, and rather tranquil when it comes to his temper.
Aaron is most jovial when completing a mission, no matter how bad he feels after the work is done.
Occupation Is he a professional assassin? Some would say so, but the way Aaron himself would put it is.
"Hi! My name is Aaron and I kill people."
That's it, that's what he does. Powerful governments and large scale crime organizations always seem to know where to find him when they want someone dead, once they do Aaron simply does his job. After a mission Aaron usually disappears for a few months but then resurfaces as a civilian is some country.
History:
Most people would not tell others they were a “victim” of reincarnation, but then again Aaron C. Dawson is not most people.
Aaron was first born within a small settlement just on the outskirts of the Fertile Crescent. Every day was filled with hard work and tedious tasks but, life was rewarding. Working so hard to feed your family was something that spoke not only about your work ethic, but about your character and your ability as a leader. Unfortunately for Aaron, one day a group of nearby bandits decided they did not like what they were hearing. One early morning, they rode in and slaughtered the young Aaron and his family.
“Ya know, some people think that is supposed to take you to some faraway and awesome place, but take it from me, it’s pretty boring being dead. It’s like being in a waiting room with your eyes closed and all you can think about are the memories of your high school bully repeatedly washing your face in the toilet, at first it’s boring but then it just gets painful.”
-Aaron
Death was the only thing Aaron had to hang onto at that point. And so he waited, and waited, and waited for something to happen, ANYTHING to happen; but nothing ever did. Year after year he just sat there, and waited, he thought about suicide a couple of times, but unfortunately for him, he was already dead.
“But ya know, being dead isn’t all bad. You get the chance to think about a lot of things as your physical body rots away, you get to improve on life choices and really start to improve yourself. The only crappy thing about that is that you’ve essentially started practice AFTER you lost your team the championship. Regardless, it’s certainly a good thing to improve yourself, even if that is the case….. I wasn’t supposed to be subbed in anyway.”
-Aaron
Suddenly, Aaron was ripped from the waiting room, he couldn’t help but be happy, finally he was headed to the great beyond, and finally he was going to the place he truly belonged, the afterlife. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he looked forward with a smile ready to take in what he thought was paradise. And paradise it was, a vast green field full of beautiful flowers waving softly in the wind the sun setting just over them, casting an orange glow on his perfect world. It was truly what he imagined.
But wait, what’s this feeling…. This feeling seems so familiar. He racked his brain for a moment, asking himself this question. Finally, after several minutes of thought he realized it.
“Wait…. Am I…. Itching?”
He was alive again, this time in Ireland.
“Yeah, it really strange being alive again, let alone being a completely different skin color, which was probably the hardest adjustment for me. Every time I looked down at my hand I thought I was going to die from a terrible disease. I eventually started calling it ‘White out’. Should have patented that name…”
-Aaron
Confused and with nothing better to do, Aaron picked up life from where he left off or rather- where this body of his left off. Evidently this person had a wife and child before Aaron came and stole it from him. He tended the farm as his only payment for this stranger’s vessel and took good care of his child. Unfortunately, his wife died
shortly after Aaron’s arrival.
“It was probably the flu. Looking back, hindsight tells me all of the symptoms certainly fit. By the time we knew she was sick, I couldn’t do anything about it, it had already progressed too far. I sat by the bedside and watched her roll in pain. Eventually after I put the child to bed, I came back into the room and sat beside her again. She looked up at me, with dying blue eyes and begged me to end her life. I nodded slowly and honored her wish. After I smothered her I found myself somewhat happy. That very same night, I cried, but the thing is, it wasn't me that was crying, it was the man whose life I stole from him. I can say that that’s definitely my least favorite part about this job. Stealing the life that someone had; even if, in reality, it was my life to begin with.”
Aaron lived out the rest of his Ireland days peacefully, only to be reborn yet again, this time in the body of an elderly English noble.
Many people would love to live multiple lives, but not Aaron, he wanted to move on, he had grown tired of this world of flesh and bone and desired to return to a realm of thought and spirit. He wanted to know why he was being put through this, why he was living as many times and as so many different people. He was depressed. The sudden rise in sadness and stress led him to contract the bubonic plague, just before it became the epidemic it is known for today.
On his death bed, he had a thought. He decided to have one of his servants to call in a Catholic Church Official to ask him about reincarnation.
“Some help he was.”
-Aaron
So, Aaron lay there, still in pain. He just wanted death to end this; he did not want to have to face the pains of living again. As he sulked, a wandering psychic reached his doorstep.
“Yeah, she… she was pretty strange. But without her, I wouldn’t know what my mission was. She told me that I was a weapon, and that by becoming afflicted with the Bubonic Plague, my first responsibility as a weapon was fulfilled. I asked her for more information but she merely stood up and walked away from me. I died shortly afterward. The last thing I heard was one of my
servants, he was coughing. ”
“I lived again, despite my distaste for it. But no matter how many times I saw a knife, or a rope I could never bring myself to end my own life, something I came to resent more and more as my lives went on.”
-Aaron
As lives passed, Aaron began to become what he was told he was, a weapon. He was drafted into the English armies where he seemed to have an almost superhuman knack for killing. He proved himself on the battlefield over and over, until, one day he was felled by an arrow, pierced his heart and instantly killed him.
“War is a terrible thing but, I couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill of combat. The crack of bone as I crashed a shield into their skull, the scream of armor as my blade plunged between its weak points. Even the pain in my hand as I throw a fist into their jaw fulfilled me. It brought me joy to prevail in combat, it brought me joy to kill a man, and it brought me joy to watch him die. I had not experienced such a rush of emotions before and I lost control. I don’t know how many people I ended up killing during the first war I served in. But I do know that the smell of blood was forever stained into my armor. The orders, given by commanders before every battle, ‘to kill every enemy I saw’ seemed to fill me with strength. Looking back, I now understand why. It’s the way I work.”
-Aaron
He was reborn again as a child, which gave him the opportunity to reflect over his situation.
“At this point I was racking my brain, trying to discover the right thing to do. Should I continue killing and destroying the world as a weapon? Or should I do my best to improve this world, avoiding my ‘responsibilities’ in order to life as a happy, healthy human being? I didn’t have an answer, and no matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t think of one. The best I could do, was live again, and see where the road took me.”
-Aaron
And so he waited growing up a very athletic and smart child in a small village in Bosnia. It was around the time of his eighteenth birthday that he was abducted by Serbians. He awoke in a dark, dank dungeon, lit only by dim candles. “Is this the weapon?” a man just out of eyesight asked. There were several murmurs before something was clearly audible. They approached Aaron, casually and slowly.
“They told me that I was supposed to help them. I, of course responded no. The response was less a fruit of my deep contemplations and more a fruit of human selfishness. They went silent, I expected them to start torturing me, I started to take back my words but before I could even speak again one of them turned to me and said ‘We don’t have to torture you. You are a weapon, capable of being wielded by anyone. This is your destiny. You will help us, not because you don’t have any other choice, but because you know that deep down, you want to help us.”
-Aaron
They were right, and within the next two years, the blood of Archduke Franz Ferdinand was on Aaron’s hands. Soon the blood of countless men, women and children would also be on his hands, for this one act of murder, started the bloodiest war mankind had ever seen. Aaron had been wielded to almost single-handedly bringing about the Great War, a war which brought the world to its knees.
“Do I ever regret helping them? Yeah, of course I do. I didn’t want to start a war with casualties numbering far above the hundreds of thousands but, I did it. I killed the Archduke. Why did I do it? I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to assassinate this man, whom I had never met before in my life, I WANTED to kill him despite the fact he had done nothing to deserve such cruelty. And I wanted to, because they asked me to do it.
The strange part is, before the Serbs kidnapped me, I had no goal, I had no destination, I was just living. I was moving from day to day like a ghost, just floating through life. Once the Serbians captured me I was finally anchored to something, anchored to a cause, even if the cause was the death of a stranger. It was then that I realized, all of the people I had killed in past lives, all of this was done because people asked me to do them. All they had to do was give me an order, and I slaughtered hundreds of people, all they had to do was ask me and I assassinated dictators. It was certainly a very unnerving realization.”
Aaron was tried and killed (again) for the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand. Since that endeavor, Aaron has assisted with the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the storming of the beach at Normandy, and the assassination of Benito Mussolini.
“Killing is not my passion. If I kill, it is because I am being wielded to do so. Call me spineless, call me indecisive, call me whatever you want. But the one thing you can’t call a fella like me, is lazy.”
-Aaron
Powers:
The abilities that are held by the wandering soul named Aaron are a result of the powerful spiritual aura it carries. The number of these Aura were originally one, but it has grown to three. Each do something different.
Inner Aura: Enhances functions within the body, when it is not concentrated to a particular point, the aura just enhances everything the body does. If the aura gets focused within a muscle, that muscle becomes much stronger. This is the difference between a normal human's attempt to tear a piece of sheet metal, and a successful attempt.
In event of psychic attack, the inner aura can be concentrated within the mind, preventing most attempts at mind control or psychic visions.
Surface Aura:
Without concentration, this aura does nothing. With concentration to Aaron's extremities it can act as a sort of adhesive, allowing Aaron to scale walls with speed. The surface aura can also be a repellent, allowing him to levitate off the ground or away from walls.
Surface Aura ability: Invisi-Blade!
Any surface that Aaron is in direct contact with, that is not his skin, can be a target of this ability.
This concentrates the surface aura to a valid target and creates an invisible blade around it. Blunt objects suddenly become razor sharp, if Aaron is wearing long sleeves, they can become dual blades of death (!!!) When using this ability, the surface aura cannot be used for anything else.
Outer Aura: This aura radiates from him in a radius of about fifteen feet all around him. He is aware of all lifeforms within this bubble, whether they are above , below, in front, or behind him. He is aware. This gives him sight on invisible units, should they approach.
The aura can be completely focused to one life form, if he does this he loses the senses around himself but is able to track the afflicted lifeform for miles and miles.
Power in commands:
This ability is special, in that it makes Aaron stronger depending on how the orders he is following are conveyed. For example.
"We need limited casualties" Brings him down to Power Level 4
"We want him dead" Keeps him at a level five.
"Terminate with extreme prejudice" Bumps him up to a level 6.
I'll break down buffs and nerfs now. The abilities you see above are all the abilities he has at power level five.
At Rank 4:
-Cannot defend against psychic attacks
-Loses the Invisi-Blade ability
- Cannot concentrate Inner aura directly into a muscle
At rank 5:
- No change
At Rank 6
- Inner Aura becomes more potent, concentrated, Aaron can flip cars with ease.
- Outer Aura Radius is extended to a massive 100 feet. If it is focused on a target it becomes easier to read the target's moves. Additionally, the target feels more stressed.
-Surface Aura
Gains an ability
Invisi-Shield!
The space outside of the concentrated area becomes hardened, blocking attacks as potent as 9mm bullets. This can be applied in other ways, for example, If he comes in direct contact with another character, he can utilize the aura to freeze them in place. This requires a large amount of concentration.
Mid-range Marksman: As it implies, Aaron is extremely accurate up to ranges of about 50 feet. Particularly with firearms.
Equipment:
A Striker-12 Shotgun
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"The weapon's action is similar to that of a revolver, using a rotating magazine. Since the Striker uses a more or less conventional double action only trigger, and a very large and heavy cylinder (compared to handguns), Walker added a pre-wound clock-work spring to revolve the magazine. This proved to be a slow and ineffective way to load the weapon. The design was changed so that there is now a cocking lever on the right side of the barrel.
The first designs were criticized as having a slow and cumbersome firing mechanism. The latest version has a pump-action style lever used to clear the chamber as other pump-action shotguns do. The Striker is somewhat unique for a shotgun because of its twelve round capacity and short overall length."
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M1911 pistol (x2)
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"The M1911 is a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, and recoil-operated handgun chambered for the .45 ACP cartridge.[1] It was designed by John M. Browning, and was the standard-issue side arm for the United States armed forces from 1911 to 1985, and is still carried by some U.S. forces. It was widely used in World War I, World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. Its formal designation as of 1940 was Automatic Pistol, Caliber .45, M1911 for the original Model of 1911 or Automatic Pistol, Caliber .45, M1911A1 for the M1911A1, adopted in 1924. The designation changed to Pistol, Caliber .45, Automatic, M1911A1 in the Vietnam era.[1] In total, the United States procured around 2.7 million M1911 and M1911A1 pistols in military contracts during its service life.
The M1911 is the most well-known of John Browning's designs to use the short recoil principle in its basic design. Besides the pistol being widely copied itself, this operating system rose to become the pre-eminent type of the 20th century and of nearly all modern centerfire pistols. It is popular with civilian shooters in competitive events such as IDPA, International Practical Shooting Confederation, and Bullseye shooting."
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Weakness:
Being Human: He will die from anything that a normal human would. But his soul will wander to another body.
Balanced: He can stand up to most threats, but that means he has no advantages against his combatants.
Well, it's long but that doesn't necessarily mean its good. Feedback is welcome.
