Post by AYLMER AURELIUS on Feb 21, 2011 13:20:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=style, width: 0px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 0px 1px #888; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 0px 1px #888; -webkit-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px;] confidential | [atrb=style, width: 400px;] |
[cs=3][atrb=style, width: 500px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px, bTable][atrb=style,background: #8d8974; border: 1px solid #372d22a; padding: 10px; font-family: Helvetica; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888] AURELIUS B. AYLMER FULL NAME; AYLMER BRYSON AURELIUS ALIAS; BRYSON, REY, LI AGE; TWENTY-TWO GENDER; MALE ORIENTATION; I'm a straight-shooter, homie. CLASS; GENUS AMICUS SHIFT SPECIES; SNOWY OWL, ARGON BIRTH DATE; MARCH 19, 2037 GENETICS EYES; ODD-EYED - RED + BLUE HAIR; BLUE - BLACK WEIGHT; 166 LBS. HEIGHT; 6'2" VOICE; christian bale FACE CLAIM;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Rokudou Mukuro DESCRIPTION; What can I say...I'm kind of hot <3 Rey is a tall, thin, good-looking young man at the age of twenty-two, and well in his prime. He's a little less built now than he was in his high school days (an odd reversal), but those days were times before he had to constantly work with his nose to the grindstone. His studies prevent him from working out constantly, so he's not extremely well-built, but he likes to run and can sometimes forget to eat when he's immersed in a particular good book or science article, and this combination of exercise and forgetfulness keeps him fairly skinny. His face is thin, starting at the bottom with a pointed chin before rounding slightly and ending at the top with a mop of messy hair that he can sometimes forget to comb in the mornings. The hair itself is naturally black, but he likes to keep it dyed or at least streaked through with dark blue, his favourite color; he's been told it brings out the color in his eyes. It was his foster mother who did the telling, but he's not about to tell anyone that, of course. When it comes to accessories...if he doesn't have something around his neck and wrists at all times, he makes for a very unhappy camper. There are typically two or tree rope necklaces wound around his neck, sometimes plain, other times beaded here and there. His bracelets are made of the same twine, though typically thicker. Depending on his mood, he could only have on one or two bracelets, but the happier he is, the more he tends to accessorize - on his best days, half of his forearm is dominated with the things. His affinity with this plain jewelry has unknown beginnings, but it is likely that he just picked it up from the society around him and decided to really go to town on it. His left ear has several piercings that line the shell of his ear, that are usually seen studded with plain silver studs or small hoops. Another society-wrought trait. For an intelligent guy, he's kind of easy to influence, isn't he? He came from a modest foster family and hasn't the time for a steady-income job, and thus doesn't have the money to go around buying expensive clothes. Despite this, he has a good eye for what looks good and what looks tacky, and can typically pick out some fairly decent clothes from even the cheapest of bargain sales. Of course, it isn't a hard thing to do, seeing as how he wears the same style of everything. Even though he his closet comes in a variety of colors, closer inspection will yield that the shirts are all collared, button-down tops that he typically wears with dark jeans or, when the occasion warrants it, dress pants and a tie. Depending on how energized he happens to be when waking up in the morning, sometimes his clothes will go on unironed, giving him a slightly rough appearance. But he does like to iron his clothes here and there, whenever he can find his iron. As for Argon, his familiar - the companion animal is a Snowy Owl, perhaps the most beautiful of all birds. The pure white feathers are speckled here and there with darker flecks of gray, and his beak and talons are black, standing out strikingly against the stark white of his body. what sets him apart from other owls is his eyes, however; while owls naturally have yellow-tinted eyes, Argon's are bright blue, the same color as his master's left eye. Because of Rey's school schedule, they are forced to be apart more often than Rey would like, but it's for the best - Rey will make it up to him one day by keeping him around at all times. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION LIKES; studying: Rey is a school junkie - he actually likes to learn. Of course, one has to have a particular penchant for education when they're majoring in an engineering field. disorder: He doesn't have a roommate's opinion to worry about so, naturally, his room is a disaster zone. He sleeps curled up in a ball in his bed because the majority of it is covered in papers and books. He's at home in this chaotic environment, however. birds: Looking after Argon 24/7 has made him very partial to all members of the avian species. There must be at least three different bird-feeders teetering on his windowsill at all times of the year. thunderstorms: Being the electrical nerd he is, he rather likes watching storms from his window. His favourite type of thunder is the rolling type that lasts for a few moments, the type one can feel rumble through their entire bodies. He finds the sound of rain on the roof relaxing and soothing, and a great background noise to study to. DISLIKES; partying: While Aylmer isn't the snob who would turn everyone in for underage drinking, he finds most college parties highly annoying to his studying habits, and rarely attends them himself unless he's dragged to one. douchebags: He doesn't have the greatest tolerance when brought face-to-face with assholes. Even though he doesn't have the strength to back up his words if he shoots off his mouth, sometimes he speaks before he thinks anyways. literature: He loves to read, but most of his material consists of articles from scientific journals or books by famous physicists. He can't stand romantic works of the likes of Jane Austen or Shakespeare. He never saw the point in combing through endless old books written by dead people to look for hidden meaning. He'd much rather do things logically with an equation at hand. STRENGTHS; smarts: While he's no genius, he's purty smart as far as most young men come. He relies on his brain rather than his strength (or lack of) to get him out of any situation he happens to land himself in. loyalty: Rey's study habits keep him fairly introverted, but the few people he can call friends will always have his loyalty and faithfulness. He doesn't see the point in gossip or the rumor-mill, and so will never talk about anyone behind their back or try to destroy their reputation. He makes for a pretty good friend. humor: He's not very confident or suave in the presence of new people, so he usually relies on his sense of humor to make conversation-starters. It's pretty dry, but he tries, and usually manages to be at least somewhat of a laugh. WEAKNESSES; easy to influence: From his bracelet obsession to his pierced ears, one might be able to tell that with Aylmer, it's pretty much monkeysee, monkeydo as far as trends go. awkward: He doesn't get out a lot, so his social interactions with crowds are few and far between. Because of this, he fumbles with things when he speaks and doesn't really make eye-contact, a nervous habit. stubborn: He likes to do things a certain way, and if they don't go the way he wants it to, his whole day is thrown off. If he comes to a problem he can't work out, he won't stop doing it until he solves it. While some might say this is a positive trait, it's also a negative one, as he won't move on until he figures out how to do it. Very one-track mind, hardly a multi-tasker. Makes for very stressful test days. QUIRKS; partial-vegetarian: Out of sympathy for the birds, Aylmer won't eat chicken or turkey, or whatever other species of bird typically served up. He's fine with eating other meat and seafood, but he won't touch poultry of any sort. fourth-of-july: Independence Day is his favourite holiday of the year because he likes the fireworks. There are boxes of sparklers in his room saved specifically for that night, though sometimes he'll light them in his room if he ever gets bored (yeah, he pays attention to the dorm rules, alright). FEARS; failure: Aylmer has the sort of need-to-please gene integrated deeply within his being. He doesn't want to let anyone down, and so always works hard to ensure that it never happens. Of course, one can't always please everyone, which he understands, but that doesn't stop him from mentally beating himself up whenever he messes something up. Argon: Because he has to be separated from his companion animal for so long some days, Aylmer always fears that he will walk into his room and his owl will be gone. He takes precautions to prevent this, naturally; he locks his door and keeps Argon in a cage when he isn't around, but the fear always remains with him. He can't keep the bird cooped up forever, and must let him out to hunt at night, but he still always worries for his safety. GOALS; graduate: At the moment, Aylmer couldn't care less about meeting Miss Right or starting a family or world peace. He's just out to graduate from college. And then maybe he'll focus on all of those worthwhile goals. Maybe. PERSONALITY; Aylmer Aurelius is somewhat your typical geek. While he's missing the stereotypical pocket protectors and thick-rimmed glasses that are taped together in the middle, his truly nerdish qualities are that his studies are the loves of his life. He's never gotten laid, never gotten drunk, and will probably never attend a party in his entire life. One would think that this would make for some pretty awkward conversation, and you would be correct; he has the social skills of a brick wall and his speaking skills are just as refined. He'd rather hole himself up in his dorm room with Aylmer for company than be dragged out for a night on the town with a bunch of drunk college kids. While his antisocial tendencies might say otherwise, Aylmer actually makes for a very good friend, if one can put up with his dry sense of humor and the fact that he is prone to suddenly go quiet or stare off into space in the middle of a conversation. He is very loyal to the people he can count as friends, and would drop anything, even his homework, to help them if they're in trouble with anything. While he may not be the most charismatic guy around, he knows what's right and what's wrong, and knows that his work is nothing compared to someone's troubles, especially if it happens to be someone he likes. In friends, he values honesty, trust, loyalty, and intelligence, and tries to display those things in return as well. CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE CURRENT RESIDENCE; Braden Wallace College, south dorms, third floor. CURRENT OCCUPATION; He's a full time student and hardly has time for a job, but in between classes, he can be seen working a few odd-jobs here and there that don't require strict scheduling. HISTORY; Owls have long been associated with wisdom, from the time where they perched on Athena's hand to the modern era, where they became symbols of universities and colleges across the world. One might think that, with their prestigious history, that anyone associated with them would be equally wise and knowledgeable. But I'm not. I won't be so modest to say that I have the same intelligence as the next person, for I am fairly intelligent, but I'm not anywhere near a genius. And as for Argon...well, Argon happens to mean lazy in Greek. The only thing that fat old snowy does is shit in his cage all day. On the upside, it means that I'm excused from having a roommate. But it smells something horrible, and it's awful to walk into after a long day of physics. But I have to hand it to him, he's a superb hunter and makes for a better companion than, say, an alligator. And he's really not that fat. That's just me being a jerk. My early history is much like anyone other experiment's. I was nine when the public called for our release from the corporation. It's odd; they painted the scientists out to be awful, terrible people, but I didn't really see them in that light. The tests they ran got old after while, but they were an annoyance, not a terror. For the most part, after they were sure you could stand on your own and weren't going to die or do anything unexpected, they left you alone. We all socialized and played together. I had my close friends, a few companions, and we even had enemies - it wasn't as though life was completely perfect. But the typical animosity amounted to stealing food or harassing my Argon. And Argon is my Argon; anyone who harmed a feather on his snowy white head was bound to get their ass kicked by my seven year-old fist. Of course, the only harm we ever did was cause a few nosebleeds and a black eye or two. Practically playfighting. When I wasn't defending my familiar, which was the majority of the time, I relaxed in the peaceable company of my friends, where we discussed the major happenings of our young lives and swapped lunches. The older kids would play games with us. You know, Chutes and Ladders, Monopoly, Sorry, all those old board games. One of them even taught me how to ride a bike - they were like our big brothers and sisters. The release was probably the biggest event in my life. We went from leading fairly basic lives to being tossed out into the real world, where we were half loved, half hated. And let me tell you, any enemies any of us ever made inside the labs were nothing compared to the enmity that awaited us outside. I won't go into those hardships because I'm sure you've heard similar stories of struggling for acceptance. I was fairly lucky - I had no bestial mutations, and Argon was something the elementary school kids considered "cool". The teachers weren't as fond of him, however, especially when he picked up that nasty habit of crapping wherever he wanted (a habit he picked up, no doubt, from socializing with wild birds). He often was sentenced into moping about in a tree outside my classroom window, where he wouldn't be such a burden. In high school, most of the experiment hype had died down, but you get rotten eggs in every bunch, I suppose. Some tried to take advantage of mine and Argon's temporary separation by throwing rocks at him in his tree, but his pain is my pain, and it didn't take me long to figure out what was going on. And that was the only time I was suspended from school - broke a nose and doled out plenty of black eyes a hurt pride. Warned off perhaps by my response to such brutality, Argon was left alone, as was I. Though there was a downside to this as well - my outburst didn't really endear me to anyone else, so I had few friends. I was a lonely kid, but maybe it was for the best anyways, for school was placed first and foremost above all else. I threw myself into my studies, gaining a special interest in mathematics and science, and graduated from high school with honors, as well as a full tuition scholarship to Braden Wallace University. I am currently majoring in electrical engineering (yeah, nerd), a tough subject to comprehend even at the best of times, but ultimately very fun once you understand what's going on. Argon keeps me company in my room when he's not out on a late-night hunting mission. Since a lot of my classes are on the interiors of buildings, there's no point in him following me around, so he's kept under lock and key in my dorm until I get back. A rather sad existence for an owl, yes (and no wonder he's getting a little round in the middle), but it's the only way I know to keep him from getting into trouble. |
