Aedus Teague

Individual

Character's full name: Aedus Teague Pronunciation: (ee dus)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: *
Gender: Male
Age:22
Date of Birth: 10/4/89
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Irish American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: NY, NY

Appearance

Hair color and style: Black and of medium length and shaggy,
Eyes: Dark Green
Height:6’0
Build:Fit
Visible mutation:
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: n/a
Other features: Pale, almost milk white skin

Everyday clothing style: Jeans, a plain colored tee and wore in athletic shoes, he has a preference for autumn tones.
Uniform: For work he wears black cargo shorts, a green t-shirt with company the company logo and running shoes and an ever present back pack.
Sleepwear: boxing trunks

Character

Personality: Impulsive, fun loving, Loyal, and strong willed.
Hobbies/ Interests: Biking, free running, seizing the day and the night alike.
Job or part time job and description: Bike Currier
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Hylophobia( He actively works to gain control of his odd fear of forests through therapy, a tree by itself is lovely, but when they gather they hide terrors untold.)
Special talents: Juggling, He can juggle five objects masterfully and six with the occasional mistake.

Morality

Chaotic: The word says it best, He acts accordingly to what his impulse tells him to do, whether it be what’s right, wrong, best or even what is the most hilarious. Whatever the situation, he tends to take it to an extreme in one direction or the other.

Mutations

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Fighting Style

Well, if Charm and an honest Irish smile won’t do the trick, a right cross might.


Explanation: step 1: find face. Step 2: apply fist. Repeat as necessary.
Pros for fighting style: effective amongst amateurs and in most situations
Cons for fighting style: fairly rudimentary and predictable

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated


History Of Your Character:

Aedus grew up in the great state of New York and the greater city of NYC, Born to an Americanized pair of Irish Americans he grew up hearing about how the Irish got their start stateside. How they were treated, how they behaved, how the stereotypes around the Irish aren’t completely founded in fiction, how the fighting spirit is something to be proud of, while violence simply begets more of the same. And they certainly didn’t need another generation spurring them on, the majority of them were to be broken and proven false. He took in tales of Faye at his gran’s knee and a switch at his father’s. He always learned a lesson from both. He attended various schools as his parents careers fluctuated and batted them from district to district. His main focus of study was fun; He preferred athletics to just about anything else, he excelled in sports and when forced to study he favored science over other subjects, math had it uses but science was useful and in Aedus’ opinion was what gave man its claim to the world. They had to offer and got a full ride soccer scholarship to Queens College. He played and dominated most sports with a ferocious presence. He completed a BA in biochemistry which he is currently letting go to waste as he continues to pursue his entertaining part time job as a bike currier. He protested the registration act, and shared an odd dream with many others, but how it could be he didn’t know. He was human, he got his genes checked after the dream and confirmed it his gene wasn’t and wouldn’t likely become active. At 22 it seemed that he had more reason than most to naysay that the others saw the future. What a load, to base something as insubstantial as a dream. He was no mutant and he saw it, lived it even. But here he was a college graduate without so much as a spark of mutation to call his own.


Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: previously, Abyss, Shrapnel, Zelek, Koga& Tyranny



Sample RP:
“Aedus. No, my name is not eat us. Switch the T for a D and you’ve got it.” The young man corrected the girls at the bar. “It’s an Irish name.” He liked to point out that he was Irish when he got the chance, he didn’t have the fantastic accent so he felt the need sometimes. He could have faked it if he wanted to; he certainly had enough relatives that were the genuine article. “What’s your name?” He queried She smirked back being coy and trying to play at hard to get, but he already knew he had her, she had that smirk in her eyes, the one that meant if he chatted her up long enough he’d get a phone number and a date. He purchased a pair of amaretto sours and slid one to her.

“My names Kimmy.” She replied. Aedus’ eyes ran down her figure as she took a drink stealing a glance at her figure while she was occupied. Long legs, miniskirt and high heels, a nice tan that hinted at her South American heritage, her top accentuated her curvy figure, in a complementary way without giving into tackiness. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders, she kept her makeup natural as his eyes settled on her face and she set the glass down on the counter once more, she had full lips, a petite nose and large dark eyes that he imagined, were like a doe’s in headlights. She was frozen in anticipation of the excitement; he would bring to her life. Or so he imagined, but she was more mischief than maiden as she whispered her next sentence. It lightly floated over the background noise. “And that is my boyfriend Brock,” The brunette tilted her head toward a large fellow at the pool table that was staring at him with all the intensity of a bull ready to charge. He must have been waiting for eye contact to take place to make his move. Was he going to just let him buy her drinks until he noticed the burly pool player? Brock hadn’t put aside the pool stick, as if he weren’t intimidating enough. Aedus slide from the bar stool planting both of his feet on the ground, still in a relaxed manner he leaned his arms on the counter. “Kimmy, I’d like to see you again sometime; you’re enjoying this too much, to not know how to have a good time. Leave me your number if he knocks me out before I have a chance to write it down myself.” Kimmy only had time to let out a fluttery laugh before Brock showed up.

The beast of a man towered over Aedus, and he wasn’t short by anyone’s definition…Well, maybe Brock’s. He stood there for a moment as if to let Aedus soak up what he faced. “ Why are you leering at my Kimmy?” the giant rumbled. Still leaned back and with a nonchalance that surprised him Aedus gave Kimmy a long once over. “It’s kind of hard not to isn’t it Brock, She’s a beautiful woman. Alone at the bar, if you expect her to stay alone at a bar for long you haven’t been paying attention.” Aedus Replied. Brook shook his head slowly as if trying to get the rusty gears in his head to turn. “That don’t mean you should be drooling on her shoes and buying her drinks.”

“ Well, you leave a gorgeous woman alone by at a bar and she isn’t going to go thirsty.” Aedus laughed as he tossed another compliment to Kimmy right to Brock's face.. “Hey Denny, tell Brutus here it’s a bad Idea. Going down this path isn’t good for anybody.” The Bartender looked up from a few other costumers and called out. “Leave me out of it Aedus, take it out side if you’re gonna scrap though.” He’d have to remember to thank Denny for that sometime soon, the sorry sack couldn’t even try to help cut him some slack, in fact he made the situation worse. “Yeah ya, bastard let’s take it out side.” Brock repeated like a parrot after a cracker. Aedus leaned over toward Kimmy. “I’ll bring him back, but I don’t know what shape he’ll be in.” A hand full of his shirt was now in Brock’s fist and he was flung toward the entrance like bag of trash toward a dumpster. Damn, looks like it would be a fight after all, he thought he might be able to get away with talking his way out but it looked like the more words he spoke the more dumbfounded and annoyed Brock got. So be it. he straitened his shirt out and walked out front, with Brock only feet behind. Aedus side stepped to the right of the door and waited for the lunk to walk out, as Brock past he looking from side to side a smile started to come to his face thinking that Aedus had ran for it. Brock was about to call out something mocking he was sure but instead He made a startled sound. The Irishman landed a kick to the popliteal causing the big guy’s knee to buckle, it was called a dead leg. Aedus moved around him quickly and let out a round of rapid successive blows to Brock's face and ears. He was doing it hard enough to leave bruises and he avoided the nose. He didn’t want to do anything permanent. But he really wanted to knock him out because he didn’t think Brock would be showing much mercy. He had the element of surprise for the moment, but it was going to hurt if the linebacker, refrigerator shaped fellow swung back. Brock's head rocked back and forth and it didn’t seem like he was going to fight back for a moment, he was still thrown off guard. Then the ham sized fist formed and his knee came up to lift himself off the ground. As he stood Brock swung recklessly and hard toward Aedus jumped back from the hay-maker and then forward pressing himself close to make the other man’s punches awkward, he had already brought his own arms in tight to allow him some rabbit punches and jabs. He fired off a few more jabs to the larger man’s chin and didn’t seem to be making headway. Brock's fist came down harshly into his side and he heard a crack that had to have been a rib or two. It shot a wild amount of pain into his side, but he did his best to ignore it, but he was also throwing caution to the wind. He hammered away at the Brute’s Jaw line some more and then leaned back and brought his elbow in across the bigger man’s throat as hard as he could, crushing his throat momentarily and sending the big man back to his knees. He then repeated the process across the man’s face and sent him teetering and to crumple over at the entrance of the bar. He stepped over Brock and back into O’Malley cat’s it was a local college hang out that he had enjoyed since before he should have been enjoying it. His hand went gingerly to his side where he expected to feel a bone or two misplaced he found his shattered cell phone. His side would still be needing some TLC he could feel his flesh turning ripe purple under his shirt. He still couldn’t help but smile at the surprised look on Kimmy’s face when he was the one walking back in.

Denny shaking his head behind the bar stated blandly “ After seeing you walk back from that one, I think I just might warn the next guy.”

“So, Kimmy about that number, skip it. How about we go out tonight? somewhere a little bit less rough than here, a movie and a late diner perhaps?” She consented with a nod as she stood and gathered her purse. He wondered why he even bothered with her. But he’d be feeling that punch for a while so he might as well get a date or two out of it.