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Roll To Dodge / Re: Operation Road Trip [0/8]
« on: March 16, 2019, 11:52:44 pm »Done! Say hello to Aaron, the mildly angsty pizza delivery guy.
Spoiler: Aaron (click to show/hide)
Name: Aaron Torch
Gender: Male
Class: Skirmisher
Age: 29
Physical Description: Aaron is of average height with a slight build. He has wiry dark hair down to his neck, unstyled and sitting loosely. His face is longer than it is wide, with a soft, rounded jawline and cheekbones. His eyes are brown with some flecks of green. In the dark, they reflect what residual light is in the area. This does not provide any ability to see in the dark, and only serves to creep people out. He has no other signs of mutation, at least that he's aware of. His skin is tan, and unmarred by scars or tattoos. He keeps himself fairly clean, wearing a tidy set of jeans with a t-shirt featuring his favorite band, some hi-top sneakers and a baseball cap with a stylized picture of a slice of pizza on the front. He has a pair of sunglasses sitting atop the hat's bill to wear at night so he doesn't freak people out.
Backstory: Aaron is a Florida native, growing up in Jacksonville. He had few ambitions and fewer prospects, spending more time in his friend's garage shredding guitars together than he did studying. After graduating from high school he attended junior college for a couple years before dropping out, citing a lack of interest. Still needing to pay the bills, he got a job at the local pizzeria delivering to the greater Jackson area. There, he found himself enjoying his job a lot more than he thought. The sheer size of his hometown meant he had to develop his sense of direction, as well as taking note of shortcuts and areas with fewer police so he could still make the 30 minute mark in time. He spent a good few years doing this, and his aimless attitude in life crystallized into a new kind of focus while he was on the job, taking hairpin turns and straightaways with a zeal the pizzeria and possibly the city had never seen before. His heart bled to see the tiny eatery destroyed when the end came, and as Jacksonville was taken some time later, he drove to the last place he knew he could stay the independent person he was, Miami.
Likes: Mushrooms and anchovies, heavy metal, loose fitting clothes
Dislikes: Cops, humid weather, cauliflower,fuckin' E.T.s
Fears: Loss of personal freedom, deep water, needles
Habits: Tends to drum his fingers on anything when he's bored/thinking about something, especially steering wheels.
Hobbies: He plays a fair bit of guitar, both electric and acoustic. Knows a broad repertoire spanning metal to classical.
Pet Peeves: When people try to assert authority over him without earning his respect first
Gender: Male
Class: Skirmisher
Age: 29
Physical Description: Aaron is of average height with a slight build. He has wiry dark hair down to his neck, unstyled and sitting loosely. His face is longer than it is wide, with a soft, rounded jawline and cheekbones. His eyes are brown with some flecks of green. In the dark, they reflect what residual light is in the area. This does not provide any ability to see in the dark, and only serves to creep people out. He has no other signs of mutation, at least that he's aware of. His skin is tan, and unmarred by scars or tattoos. He keeps himself fairly clean, wearing a tidy set of jeans with a t-shirt featuring his favorite band, some hi-top sneakers and a baseball cap with a stylized picture of a slice of pizza on the front. He has a pair of sunglasses sitting atop the hat's bill to wear at night so he doesn't freak people out.
Backstory: Aaron is a Florida native, growing up in Jacksonville. He had few ambitions and fewer prospects, spending more time in his friend's garage shredding guitars together than he did studying. After graduating from high school he attended junior college for a couple years before dropping out, citing a lack of interest. Still needing to pay the bills, he got a job at the local pizzeria delivering to the greater Jackson area. There, he found himself enjoying his job a lot more than he thought. The sheer size of his hometown meant he had to develop his sense of direction, as well as taking note of shortcuts and areas with fewer police so he could still make the 30 minute mark in time. He spent a good few years doing this, and his aimless attitude in life crystallized into a new kind of focus while he was on the job, taking hairpin turns and straightaways with a zeal the pizzeria and possibly the city had never seen before. His heart bled to see the tiny eatery destroyed when the end came, and as Jacksonville was taken some time later, he drove to the last place he knew he could stay the independent person he was, Miami.
Likes: Mushrooms and anchovies, heavy metal, loose fitting clothes
Dislikes: Cops, humid weather, cauliflower,
Fears: Loss of personal freedom, deep water, needles
Habits: Tends to drum his fingers on anything when he's bored/thinking about something, especially steering wheels.
Hobbies: He plays a fair bit of guitar, both electric and acoustic. Knows a broad repertoire spanning metal to classical.
Pet Peeves: When people try to assert authority over him without earning his respect first