Aidan Riggs

[Aidan Riggs]

:: T H I S i s M E ::

AIDAN SAMUEL RIGGS,



"Fifty to eighty percent of fire deaths are the result of smoke inhalation injuries rather than burns. Just so ya know."

`THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US !

NAME, Aidan Samuel Riggs
AGE, 24
DATE OF BIRTH, November 18
GENDER, male
SEXUALITY, Straight
SPECIES, super
SPECIAL ABILITY, Pyrokinesis, He is able to create and control fire with his mind. It's assumed that his ability rests in exciting an object's atoms, increasing their thermal energy until they ignite. But he doesn't know this. He just knows it's awesome.

`I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT !

EYES, brown
HAIR, brown, medium short length, usually disheveled
WEIGHT, uhhh... 180lb
HEIGHT, 5'11"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, n/a
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, small flame tattoo on his right forearm

`A WORLD FULL OF KILLING !

LIKES, music, girls, setting things on fire for fun
DISLIKES, not getting his way, commitment, strict rules
FEARS, being alone
WANTS, to get out of the city and find his sister
STRENGTHS, sense of humor, using people to his advantage
WEAKNESSES, impulsive, snarkiness often gets him in trouble, has a hard time letting himself get too close to people
HABITS/QUIRKS, smoker. has attempted to quit as the rarity of cigarettes has increased, but can't officially kick the habit as he always manages to find a cig or two somewhere.
SECRETS, scared to let people too close due to previous loss in his life.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY, Overall, Aidan is in things for himself. He doesn't get attached easily, partially due to a bad habit of sabotaging relationships unintentionally in fear of getting too close. Because of this he tends find quick thrills and flings instead, despite a deep down desire to one day settle down with someone, he certainly would never admit that to anyone. He's impulsive and snarky, usually using his sense of humor to mask any true feelings about a situation. He prefers fun to boredom, and he has no problem breaking the rules if it suits him. Also, he enjoys watching things burn. Usually said things are inanimate, but hey, who knows...

`BLOOD SPILLING !

OVER ALL HISTORY,
Aidan grew up in England with a single mother and a twin sister, Anna. It was a regular life, and while not glamourous, it was comfortable, and Aidan was happy. When he and Anna were 14, however, their mother was stricken with an illness that eventually took her life, and the siblings were soon put in an orphanage. In his grief, Aidan began acting out, becoming a troublesome boy for the orphanage staff to handle.

A year after their mother's death, his power began manifesting, usually in the moments where he was most angered or emotional. Telling only Anna of his strange new ability with fire, he managed to keep it a secret from everyone else in the orphanage until an accident left half the boys dorm in a charred mess due to a slip in his control (okay, really he'd been seeing how long he could burn a piece of paper, and accidentally dropped it). Assuming he'd intentionally set the building on fire in an act of arson, Aidan was taken from the orphanage and thrown in a youth jail at the age of 16, and during his time there his sister ended up being taken in by a foster family. When Aidan was finally released from the corrections office, he hit the streets on his own and began a life of petty crime in order to survive. He did his best to try to track down the location of his sister, but having very few resources he has never managed to make a dent in finding her.

He eventually managed to get himself enough money to move to America, only to find himself trapped in his own city within a few years of his arrival. He hates it now that his hope of ever finding his sister has been completely destroyed by the quarantine.

`THAT WORLD NEVER CAME !

YOUR NAME/ALIAS, Sarah
YOUR AGE, 22
HOW YOU FOUND US, pokey is teh sister
FACE CLAIM, Jim Sturgess
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE,

From A Future Forgotten:

When one lives so long by themselves, one gets used to being alone. Sol was definitely out of his comfort zone the minute he'd stepped into the market. He'd set out to try and find some deals on food that might be suitable for the ship. Really all he needed was some fresh stuff in order to get them through the few days trip to Antheia. Once there, he would properly stock up on less perishable forms of sustenance from the spaceport. The synthetic bars and freeze dried snacks were definitely less tasty, but boy was it better than all of your expensive imported vegetables going rotten within a week of space travel.

He sighed, pushing his way through the crowds with a crate he'd managed to fill with some reasonably priced goods. He couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't thought to send Booker to do this. The man wouldn't even have to work to get through the bustle of people. They probably parted for him as he arrived.

"Excuse me, excuse me..." he mumbled, growing more and more agitated at the people in his personal space. He was really missing the open forests of Antheia right then. No people, and all the fresh air he could want. He suddenly wondered why he'd even left. Oh... right... the stars. They were still his to explore.

Making the mistake of letting his brain wander off into daydreaming mode and attempting to weave through the crowds without thinking about it too much, he quite quickly managed to walk into the back of someone standing still, nearly dropping his crate in the process.