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aidan kaase
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alias: wren age: nineteen
species: human gender: male
sexuality: pansexual
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you know that guy who sticks his neck out but only when it suits him? that's who aidan kaase likes to present himself as. witty and sarcastic, he aims for unattached, for self-centered asshole.

people who stick around him for more than a few moments will realize that it's (mostly) a façade. he cares, he wants to help, he just doesn't have the room to dedicate himself to it. loving someone is a weakness, caring for their well-being is another opening others' can use to fuck with you, so aidan makes sure any attachments he develops are seen as nothing more than usable acquaintances.

he always responds more rationally than emotionally, weighs the cost of a choice against what can be gained for making it. takes the time to think over an action rather than acting, and considering it after the fact.





height: 5'11" hair: brown
build: scrawny eyes: hazel
features: long, deep scars across his palms, smaller ones along his fingers. another deep, long scar across his stomach.
First Impression: Slouchy, but not terribly slouchy. His voice comes off as more aloof, easy. Aidan speaks in a slow, measured tone when he's sober, and faster when he's high. His hair grows in tight curls.

Descrption: Over time, Aidan has become a collection of parts. Born with astigmatism, his eyes were replaced as a child, and were the first synthetic piece he added to his repertoire. All of his fingers, par his thumbs, are synthetic and have no discernable fingerprints. One of his kidneys is also synthetic, as well as the femur in his left leg. All of these can be picked up on an x-ray, but they aren't metal. More of a false futuristic bone-y material. He's has burn scars over the tops of his shoulders and on his abdomen, and various knife wound scars (slashes, deep gashes, etcetera) all over his body.



Aidan Kaase is the first born child to Myreei and Luavan Kaase, a couple who had, at the time of his birth, been mildly successful running a small family-orientated bakery shop that had originally belonged to Luavan's father towards the more middle class area of Ksagae. They'd been young, optimistic, barely into their twenties when Aidan had joined their small family.

Which is exactly when everything went to shit. Luavan's father passed, long time customers stopped coming, they started heading towards financial ruin--and someone decided to introduce Luavan to an amphetamine, referred to as w0KE. Thus started their fast and downwards spiral which lost them the bakery, their home, their savings, and left them with nothing but the bare threads of clothing on their back. They packed up their shit, moved down into the Blue Hollies, where Aidan would grow up. Blue Hollies was meant to be government housing but had long since been abandoned, left for the undesirables and those beyond help.

It hadn't taken Aidan long to really see it either. By the time he was five, his parents spent more time high as shit and barely functional than anything else. Aidan dropped out of school at 8, and opted to hang out with a rougher crowd. Luavan had joined a gang called Vyres in order to feed their drug habit, often getting into lethal situations and coming home with bits and pieces of his body replaced--up until he hadn't come home at all, lodged in Ksagae's (hush hush) penitentiary. Myreei sold her body to Vyres in order to get ahold of U4euh, and Aidan took that as good a sign as any to get the fuck out of dodge and move out on his own--at 10 years old. He also joined Vyres, using his knowledge of Ksagae's advanced tech to move his way up the ranks.

He fell into a drug habit of his own around 11 when he had been offered U4euh during a party. For the next several years, Aidan got stuck in the same loop as his parents, with better success: get high, fuck something over for Vyres, get paid, get more U4euh, enjoy another high, do something absolutely stupid and reckless, rinse and repeat. He was good at it. One of the best techies Vyres had in their ranks, and he got paid well for it.

Up until he came back home at 15, and found his mother passed out with a needle in her arm and an infant laying in a cardboard box bawling.

Aidan picked her up, grabbed onto the rest of his shit he'd left in his room, and left Myreei a note telling her to never fucking look for them, the baby deserved better than she'd ever give her.

Riiona was a sweetheart, rarely ever cried when her needs were taken care of, and Aidan made damn sure she was fed and healthy. He cut down on his own drug use (although never quite bit the habit entirely), attended NA meetings, told Vyres she was his and her mother kicked the bucket so they'd lay off him a little. He did all of his work remote--fucked with security systems, handled some of the newbies, up until Riiona was old enough to be left with others. His next job after that?

Chase down the asshole running around as Kestrel and figure out how to remove them from play for good. Most nights were spent tracking their movements, figuring out what the hell they were up to. Up until he got lucky and found Kestrel on the ground, bleeding damn near to death with a hole through his abdomen. Aidan patched him up, beginning a tumultuous half relationship of Aidan getting close enough to count but not close enough to figure out where the hell Kestrel's tech and resources came from.

This continued on for a good year, before Aidan managed to catch Kestrel injured enough to catch a glimpse of the face under the mask and recognized it as Jai--a semi-friend he'd met through NA a few years prior and kept in contact with. Instead of saying jack shit about it to Kestrel (Jai) himself, Aidan packed up his and Riiona's stuff, leaving behind his old home and making sure he wasn't traceable. Because he knew the moment he told Vyres he was done playing their little game of cat and mouse with Kestrel, he'd be next on the list to get lynched for abandoning his post.

Called Jai up and let him know he'd gotten himself into deep shit and needed a safe place to crash for a bit. Never specified what deep shit because who the hell just spills that they know a hero's secret ID? Especially to said asshole themselves.



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