Username: Danni-chan
Character Name: Aidan
Item Chosen: Twig of Yggdrasil
Character Class: Aidan is a tactician—he has no class. However, he has decent skill with a lance; due to the weapons knowledge he needs to command an army, he could probably make do with anything else he could get his hands on, as well.
Height: 5’6”
Weight: He’s never found it important enough to keep track of. Aidan assumes that he’s average weight, but he’s really a bit skinny.
Sex: Male
Birthday: June 25th
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Species: Human—to be specific, half-Lycian, half-Etrurian.
Single or Taken?: Single, but he's very much in love and just hasn't gotten around to telling her. Being trapped in a crazy mirror world is kind of not very convenient for asking a girl out on a date, no?
Birthplace: Lycia
Religion: Elimine
Equipment Carried: Along with the Yggdrasil Twig, Aidan carries a surprisingly large bag. Strangely, it’s got a hammerspace quality to it; it only shows up when it’s needed. Among the many things the tactician stores in it are healing items such as bandages and vulneraries, spare weapons, small explosives for use as distractions, and a life-size plush doll of himself. The Aidan double comes in handy for distractions, as well. The bag itself is an average messenger bag, hewn together a bit roughly with some sort of sturdy tan fabric. Aidan’s had it with him for so long, that he isn’t entirely sure whether it was a brighter color or not when he first got it. Or when he first got it, exactly.
Physical Description: Aidan’s most recognizable feature is his long mantle. The myrtle-green cloak reaches all the way down to his ankles. Despite the wear and tear it’s seen, he’s taken relatively good care of it, and there aren’t many obvious rips and tears in it. He wears a plain, sleeveless shirt underneath the mantle. It isn’t the most vibrant of colors—the shirt is a very dark brown—but it keeps Aidan from strutting about the land without a shirt, and that’s good enough for him. His pants are a color just as lively. They aren’t the same shade; in fact, they’re a much lighter khaki color. A pair of black ankle boots, simple, yet sturdy, adorn his feet, and they are worn over his pants. Occasionally, usually when using a weapon, he’ll don a pair of olive-colored gloves to protect his hands. As for Aidan himself, he possesses not the noble visage of a hero nor the fearsome glare of a villain--he’s just a scrawny little teenage boy with a head of messy russet-brown hair. He has neither the time nor the knowledge to fix his hair properly, so he simply ties it in a convenient little ponytail that rests upon his shoulder and goes to about halfway down his breast. The blessing of a hair elastic gives him the freedom to actually use his bright blue eyes every once in a while.
Personality: Friendly, talkative, and easily excitable, Aidan is a little burst of sunshine in the dark, warring land he resides in. Being a tactician, he is also extremely intelligent. However, he frequently blurs the line between genius and insanity. He's prone to bursting out into song at random moments, interrupting conversations at bad times, making pop culture references that no one understands, and so on. Past his strangeness is a good heart, and he cares about his friends to the point of risking his own life for them. (In theory, at least. There’s never been a situation where he’s had to take a bullet or throw himself in front of a sword.) Additionally, he tends to be a little sensitive; if teased, he won’t respond well. Aside from this he’s mostly even-tempered. Aidan is absolutely horrible with women and romance, and finding a more oblivious person is a tough job.
Strengths: As said before, he’s very smart. He’s also an excellent peacemaker and stops at nothing to help a friend fix a problem. Aidan also possesses an amazing amount of luck—for some reason, despite the immense amount of danger he’s faced, something happens and prevents him from getting himself killed.
Weaknesses: The most obvious weakness is his lack of physical strength: while he knows full well how to tell someone else to use them, he’s horrible with weapons and can barely fight himself. Moreover, his self-esteem could use a bit more work. Aidan tends to blame himself, and very harshly, when things go wrong. This weaker side of him is rarely seen, but when he’s engulfed in self-pity, it’s a sorry sight. (It wouldn’t hurt him to be a bit manlier, either.)
Likes: Aidan loves his family and friends, playing cards (he’s surprisingly good at poker), reading, traveling, not starving, the color green, and, of course, the girl he’s in love with. His favorite fruit is cantaloupe, with oranges coming in a close second.
Dislikes: He can tolerate it, but he dislikes smelling blood. Not a good thing when his occupation is taken into consideration. Aidan also hates being lied to, as well as other various injustices, such as needless violence and excessive greed. He also dislikes smoke.
History: Aidan was born to a young merchant and an Eliminean cleric. His younger sister was born two years later. His father’s business flourished, and the small family lived a happy and comfortable life, apart from the occasional scraped knee or broken arm courtesy of Aidan and his sister. Between his father’s business and the rigorous studies of battle tactics Aidan had taken up, Aidan saw less and less of his father, to his dismay; from then on he cherished every moment he could spend with him.
One day, his father was scheduled to go to Ilia on business with some other merchants. Knowing the 15-year-old Aidan and his sister would love to spend time with him and to be able to see the rolling plains when passing through Sacae, he allowed them to tag along on the trip. Things went well until bandits attacked their party. Luckily, the merchants and their wares were fine, as a small band of mercenaries had been hired to guard them, but Aidan and his sister, who had fallen far behind whilst admiring the scenery, weren’t quite as lucky. Somehow, Aidan managed to convince his sister to leave him and run for help; as she ran tearfully from the scene, Aidan was given a nasty blow to the head. After taking the bit of money he had and pursuing the merchant caravan, the bandits were struck down by the fighters-for-hire. However, by the time Aidan’s sister had caught up to everyone, it was already dark, and finding her badly beaten brother would be an impossible task, especially since he was so far behind everyone. By the time it was light enough for them to search, an amnesiatic Aidan had already been rescued by a young woman with the blood of both Sacae and Lycia running through her veins: Lyn of the Lorca tribe. The search party gave up, and Lyn and Aidan began their grand adventure.
A year or so after Lundgren’s defeat, Aidan became Eliwood’s tactician; as time passed and his memory began to trickle back, he and the rag-tag army grew stronger. But when they faced off against Nergal and eventually the Fire Dragon, disaster struck. Aidan, too busy administering orders, did not notice the sharp claw of the dragon poised to slash him in half. A paladin, and more importantly, his best friend (Note: This is another OC, and not Kent, Sain, Lowen, or Marcus, so don’t worry. :3) , took notice and shoved Aidan out of the way just in time, but the dragon’s claw still dug into flesh. While Aidan’s savior still drew breath, his right leg had been ripped off. The guilt consumed the young tactician; he slipped away during the victory celebration in search of the family he could only faintly remember…and with a mission to teach himself to fight.
RP Sample:
(Haha, my posts are usually about half this long, but since this is an intro…)
Dropping his bag near the door and throwing his cloak onto a dingy chair in the corner, he fell backwards onto the four-poster bed with a sigh, pretending he didn’t hear the pitter-patter of rodents’ feet or the loud creak the bed made when his body hit the mattress. His blue eyes, half-lidded, were framed by dark circles.
He was tired and hungry. But mostly tired.
Aidan thought about leaving this cheap, nasty inn for something a little less disgusting and a lot more comfortable. After all, he could afford it. Despite the tactician’s protests, Lord Eliwood had paid him generously for his work. But…how long would he need to make that money stretch? Splurging wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.
Neither was rolling over. He didn’t want his face on this bed.
”Elimine knows who or what’s been on it,” he mumbled, undoing the string that held the brunette’s hair in a small ponytail. “Woulda been better…if I’d just slept outside on the ground on my coat.”
The tactician’s eyes snapped open.
”Now why didn’t I think of that in the first place?!”
Aidan was ready to kick himself for spending money on this accursed room. Hadn’t he slept outside countless times when acting as tactician? And wasn’t camping out FREE? Leaping off the bed, he started towards the chair where he’d deposited his coat so unceremoniously.
He thought bitterly, I’m such an idiot! before slipping his green mantle back on and slinging his heavy bag onto his shoulder again. But as his feet strode across the threshold, Aidan thought that he heard something. He shook his head and dismissed it, ready to get out of the dump he had almost spent a night in.
”No, you DID hear something, dummy!”
”Hey, who’re you calling dummy?!” he retorted to the voice, whipping his head around. He met his own eyes as he gazed into a shining, ornately framed mirror. How could he have missed this mirror earlier? The craftsmanship was impeccable: the frame seemed to tell some ages-old legend in the many figures carved into it. He admired it for a second before the voice rudely jarred him from his thoughts once again.
”What kind of idiot hears their own reflection talking to them and suddenly becomes interested in some damn frame?!” screamed the mirror image, glaring down at Aidan.
Aidan’s eyes widened. ”Wh-what?! Why’s a mirror yelling at me?!” he cried, jumping back. “Am I gonna need to call a monk for this?! Are you some kind of demon, or something?!”
Mirror Aidan shrugged. “Hmph. Not really, but whatever floats your boat.”
Meanwhile, the real Aidan had whipped out a leftover bottle of pure water and was desperately flinging it at the mirror.
”THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” he screeched, “THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!”
Mirror Aidan sputtered; growling, it leapt from the looking glass and landed delicately on the wooden floor.
With the back of his hand, the mirror image struck Aidan on the cheek. ”Dumbass! I’m not a demon!”
The tactician recoiled, staggering from the blow.
”And from the shock of seeing myself jump out of a freakin’ mirror!!” Aidan yelled at the ceiling, pointing shakily at the figure.
”Talking to nobody? Damn, are you crazy.” The mirror image shook its head. “Guess you’ll have fun in there.”
”Huh?! Where?! What are you talking about?!”
The mirror image smiled crookedly and placed a small twig in Aidan’s hand. With a shove from his doppelganger, the tactician tumbled into the depths of the mirror…
As the young man screamed from the inside of the looking glass, his double left him with the gift of a rude hand gesture.
”The inside of that mirror. Well, good luck and all that s**t, I guess. I’m off to enjoy being you!”
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