BANNON, AIDEN RUNE

[rabbit]

* aiden r. bannon ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME aiden rune bannon

NICKNAMES none

DATE OF BIRTH march, 25

AGE sixteen

GRADE/YEAR eleventh

ELEMENT wind

SEXUALITY straight

MARITAL STATUS single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM ebba zingmark

EYE COLOUR blue

HAIR COLOUR fire red

HEIGHT & WEIGHT five feet seven inches, one hundred twenty five pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES a very heavy Irish accent she refuses to let go of, and a little rough scarring down the side of her left hand from her pinky to her wrist.

CLOTHING STYLE colorful, anything she can find, as if she would roll through her closet absently until she's clothed

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• caring
  
• clever
  
• helpful
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• selfish
  
• temperamental
  
• lunatic
  

LIKES

• long walks
  
• windy days and storms
  
• death
  
• the cold
  
• adrenaline and pain
  

DISLIKES

• opening up to others
  
• memories
  
• feeling fear
  
• becoming overwhelmed
  
• emotional people
  

STRENGTHS

• A fantastic problem-solver
  
• Skilled at anything she does
  
• Can accomplish anything she puts her mind to
  

WEAKNESSES

• She is an intro-extrovert, making her unpredictable
  
• Missing a piece in her head, some would say
  
• Radical and irrational about her judgements, and she is easily confused
  

FEARS

• The past
  
• The unknown or the future
  
• Things she cannot understand
  

BEST MEMORY would be a quiet day spent sitting on the porch in the sun with Onora. Though it is very short and simple, it is the one memory Aiden shares since discovering her powers that she can remember clear, perfect, undisturbed silence.

WORST MEMORY would be one she simply won't talk about. It has to do with fire, and her parents, and the little scar that runs along the side of her left hand. Go ahead and ask her about it, but she will never tell you. She could never trust anyone that much.

LONG-TERM GOAL to understand the control and persuasive power that the wind has on her

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Eanna Siobhan Gervais (48), Deceased.

FATHER Bernard Searlas Bannon (55), Deceased.

SISTER Onora Conleth Bannon (29), Horse Rider and Trainer.

OTHER none

HISTORY to learn it is a bleak and normally fruitless endeavor with Aiden. She refuses simply to admit anything about her past without at least a little coaxing, and even if she will open up, it is very vague at best. The close-guarded girl hates to be judged, and fears exactly that from speaking out. However, there are a few key points that are more than just circulating rumors.

Aiden was born in Ireland, specifically, Northern Ireland, in Millisle. She was raised by two parents who, from what anyone would gather, she was not terribly fond of. At some point in time when Aiden was a child, probably not terribly young, she lost her parents and went to live with her elder sister, Onora. She grew very close to her sister, despite age differences, and clung to her with the love of a best friend as well as an immediate family member.

When Aiden discovered her powers, it was surprisingly late. She was untrainable at home, as was typical custom in her family, and so in a desperate attempt to keep her from becoming destructive as a wind, her sister made the call to send her to a school where she could learn to manipulate wind in peace. She arrived very late, and was taken in by a professor and taught everything she had missed from the first two years. Aiden was a surprisingly quick and skillful learner, even grasping a few concepts that were advanced for her level of experience.

The professor was convinced that Aiden could easily skip a grade, but she decided against it, preferring to blend in instead of sticking out. Aiden is finally ready to transition into the actual schooling environment come the end of Winter Break. She hopes that at last she will be able to find acceptance, make friends, and maybe even grasp her powers before they consume her entirely in madness.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Rabbit

YOUR AGE old enough to be here C;

RP EXPERIENCE 10+ years (eleven soon enough)

HOW'D YOU FIND US? on accident, really, by skimming code help requests for a particular problem I'm facing on my own precious site.

SECRET WORD they say silver bullets can't stop me now.

RP SAMPLE

Though this typically depends on both my muse and my RP partner, this is what I am capable of on a really good day. C:

It is not often that an author of the story which we follow with such excitement and thrill feels the need to interject into the line of events and explain things. Even now, the author does not come here to make the events that have transpired any clearer. Simply, they come to inform you about the true magnitude of what could be happening here. It is this understanding that may help you feel the deep appreciation for passing events much like those who fabricate them have such feelings. In order to connect with America and Dominik, we may first look at their history.

America was born into unmatched wealth. She was raised by caretakers more than her parents ever interacted with her. She found dance at an early age, and used it as an opening to express the emotions that she had otherwise forced and choked down into her soul as if she were unable to feel them at all. Bottling up her deepest desires was something she had always done. Her confidence on her outward appearance came mostly from the expressive arts which she participated in, but less of it came from herself. An unhealthy relationship with her parents had given her the strange desire to be a pleaser, and to never do anything that could hurt others. While this did some good, it did largely as much bad on her own self.

As we should be informed, America is and always has been a dancer of no common rate. We do not need to dwell on this, though, because it will come up later in the future of this relationship that is forming as the author speaks to you. America was always told what she was and what she could and could not do, and everything of her life was always laid out before her. She obeyed without defiance, never once breaking rules or failing to follow society's pressure of conformity. She did not test the patience of others. She did not ever overstep boundaries. A single glance or quiet warning was enough to snap her into shape when she began to falter, and thus, the girl who never did wrong was born.

It may seem bizarre that one could not find within themselves the ability to rebel at all, but in America's quiet world, rebellion was not necessary. She could get along easily with everyone, and absorb their every pain and worry like a sponge. She was herself, and though she was easily molded by her parents into whatever they wanted her to be, America preserved her typical nature. Following the footsteps of her parents, she jumped at the ability to be a cheerleader and claim a spot in the highest, most well-honored selection of girls known to Manchester Preparatory Academy. Now, the author of such a poor girl who hasn't the faintest who or what she is or wants to be without her authoritative figures fines no need to continue with her deepest psychological diggings. Those you should be able to properly examine by now.

America was born and raised in Maryland, with her parents, the second-generation wealth of the family of technological industry genius multi-millionaires, as an only child. Growing up she was socially awkward a very distant from people, but grew into her own in middle school. Her first boyfriend lasted a week in eighth grade, and was a boy who she hadn't talked to since. She had later found herself together with the boy she is now faced with the idea of marriage to, and for a long time the two were very perfect together. Sparks flew and there was wonder and joy; unfortunate to both of them, neither had the legs to stand on their own without some sort of guidance, and they, realizing as much, let the relationship flutter away in the breeze. America had since been single, and had since found relationships unnecessary and confusing. That is, until now.

Like America, the boy featured here has a history that also draws from deeper psychological roots, but we do not need to delve so much into him, because one author should never intrude upon the creative imaginings of another. Yet, for the sake of this explanation, it is equally necessary that we discuss the background of a budding star. Dominik has the American Dream in his history and his sights, and that is enough to explain the very gist of his past. If by now you are sick of these in-depth explorations, while an author is forced to commend you for such reading, you are allowed to skip down to the last paragraph and read what would be happening in the present time.

Dominik came from the humble background of a small town in Brazil. Not a resident of the United States, he lived a very different style of life than those of us spoiled with common luxuries would expect. He would attend a small school, come home, and do his best to help his family make a simple living. As he grew older he began to play the game known to him as futbol, and with each passing day, his father and mother discovered the talent of their wonderful son. Joining the school's team in his middle school years, he enjoyed the fame, the girls, and the thrill of the sport. From his childhood, the thoughts of his favorite sport were deeply rooted as seeds in his subconscious. It was as if the simple suggested greatness by his father sent him on the path that would make this very activity his favorite pastime, and as anyone who knows what true talent means and consists of, the future of his world.

When Dominik's skills grew to a place where they could no longer expand, the family took every last scrap they had and made the journey to the United States. Here, Dominik learned so much more, and the game he had now learned to call soccer claimed his life. There were always girls, and the memory of one in his past who was to him as America's first true love was to her lingered on still. Luckily for Dominik, and somewhat unluckily as well, he found girls to replace her with. One in particular, known as Ariel, the sweet, innocent, little darling dear that he would love with full heart and soul. The girls always threw themselves at Dominik, however, even with Ariel; he was a ladies' man to any who knew him. He was attractive, talented, and quite the player, who enjoyed the collection of fangirls he managed to make over his years of budding fame.

Underneath that ladykiller physique is a very different boy of a very different breed. Dominik does not have a real sense of desire for collecting seas of women. Simply, he does it for that is what society has engrained into the fabric of his mind since as early as any could remember. He is a rebel, a free spirit who knows what he is, or supposes it at least, and fears nothing but the regret that could come from doing something or, not doing it. In his heart, deep beneath the flashing cameras and sports contracts, is a very romantic young boy's psyche. Dominik is innocent, sweet, loving, and loyal beyond measure. What one would consider him to be, if they could see what an author can and does, is a man whose gentlemanly ways make him seem like he has stepped out of the romantic period in the Renaissance. A rebellious sweetheart, almost but not quite the perfect contradiction.

This sort of man is exactly what America never thought she wanted, but it was exactly what she needed. And Dominik needed her equally. So now, as an author feels you can possibly look at this relationship properly, and see it never should work but somehow manages to stay standing, with two opposites attracting, two people clinging to each other when they need each other more than any other, this story can step forward. We return now to the present, hopeful for these two lost souls who have traversed the earth long enough without one another. Is it enough that they simply grow with each other? For now, it would seem that way; the author has no need to reappear to you again, unless something happens that requires another narrative dictating the manner of what you read and what you should feel.

[STARK FROM JOISEY]

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