Ayden the Anxious

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Name:

Ayden Nicolas Cavalier

Age:

17

Gender: Male
Position: Student
Gift:

Pain Infliction

Gift Specification:

I have a stronger will with pain infliction then so far all the patients I have met so far. Im infamous for making deep wounds in other's flesh, on purpous though. I havn't gotten to the brain scrambling yet, but I know what I am, and what I can do. One thing is, I've never been caught.

Personality:

Describing my character would be difficult, because Im more of a mix of many different things. Not sensitive or anything, just angry and a lit fuse ready to pop at any second. Im not someone you would want to run into a dark alley, or anything like that. I've done Juvie, I've stolen, murdered, lots of things, yet how did I end it so easily with just being in Hollowcove? Surely hell has a worse plate for me?
I'm smarter then your average teen, I know this for sure. When people see me, they dont expect someone my size to acctually have a brain or a good train of thought. They just take me for a dumb brute with no life whatsoever besides hurting them. Well, if they didnt assume this right away, I would hurt them. But, eh, not my fault they like pain so much!

I like to torture people. I guess this means Im a bad guy? When you hear the word "bad guy" what do you think of? A rapist? Serial killer? Or, me? Alot of the patients at the asylum would tell you right away I am hell on feet. Worse then the gym teacher, some would mention. But, I take this with stride. Better a title, then no title at all, right? So, really, in all Im intelligent beyond belief, but a criminal and a cold hearted ruthless jerk. Oh, did I mention? A lier and a thief. Can you believe how many titles Ive aquired over seventeen years?

And also, Im in here for not only being "gifted" by the government, Im also insane! Really.

Appearance:

Guess you could say Im your average bully-looking guy. I have broad shoulders, thick arms, and narrow hips. Well, maybe not the "bully" appearance, but one of a tough guy, deffinatly. Im larger then your normal teenager, and take pride in that. Thank God though, Im not one of those massive dudes who walk around like their all tough and all. Well, I am, but Im not THAT massive.

So, I look like a punk. I dont have an exact preference in clothes, but I like cargo pants and close-fit Ts. Not the ones that are so close you need some butter and a spatula to get off. Close enough to be comfortable, and snug. 'Specially when their fresh from the dryer. Mmm.
I wear my hair like I want to wear it. Moe-hawk style. Its not a giganto moe-hawk, just alittle one, spikey enough to be a moe-hawk, and not make me look freekish. Freekish. Hah. Anyways. Despite how I act an all, my mother used to say I had the face of a greek statue. Scarily handsome, with rigid, marble features and that godly smile and structure. Inside, I loved it when she said that. It was like an escape from people calling me "Iron Giant" or "GodZilla". It really made me feel like a person, to know that someone saw more then the large figure, but a face that had something good to it.
Whatever.
I have a pristine clean smile, and the darkest brown eyes, so dark their almost black. Thats really all there is to it.
Oh, and before I forget, I have a strong Australian accent. Very thick and distinct, I just wasn't sure were it would fit in the above.

History:

Home was my santuary, in many ways. There, I had a loving mother and sister. Dad had left right after my mom had told him she was pregnant with her second child, me. My sister was only older then me by two years, and it was just enough time for my father to decide he didn't want another runt. So, bye bye went daddy.
My mother was pure australian, born and raised. She had moved here in her late teens, and had met my father at some large corporate buisness she was an intern at. He had been some Go-To kid, and they bumped in the hall. My mother said it was love at first sight, but thats not how my dad seemed to put it when he left her seventeen years ago. My sister was born three years after my parents married, which was a month after they met. She was born normal, but apparently I had some great-great grandfather back in my Ausie side that carried the whole pain infliction thing. Again, anyways.

My life back at home with just mom, my sis, and I was like one of those bad-yet-perfect kind of family things. Money was always tight, and we could never get ourselves together properly. One moment everything would be fine, we could get icecream once a week, by something new, and then a month later we were in the pit again. For my mom, it was a never-ending battle to get us kids up into the world better then she had been introduced. She always stopped by the Food Bank on Sundays to get a free box of meat, fruits, and vegetables. Just things to get us through the next week or two.

Finally, I had my first hit. I was about nine or ten, and I was fighting with my sister about a toy. I got really angry at her, and she had yanked it out of my hands. Next thing I knew I was staring at her so intensly, and she just fell to the ground screaming. When we took her to the hospital, her fingers were broken, but that was it. So really, I was a strong pain inflictor from the beginning. When we got home, mom didn't know what to do, so she... you'll never believe this... took us out for icecream while she tried to think of something rational besides me crushing my sister's fingers with my mind. The only thing she could come up with was my sister got caught in the elevator door that was in our apartment building.

So, the insanity began. I don't know who went crazy first, my sister, my mom, or me. My sister was probably first, she was my main target once I had figured it all out and knew what I could do. It took minutes before I ruled the household, an iron fist and a dead-set mind, bent on having what I wanted when I wanted. I was twelve at that time, what do you expect? I got used to it though, and sometimes I still do that when Im angry and want something badly enough.

My sister got taken to a real Asylum, not the type that Hollowcove is for the gifted insane. She was just insane. Later, about a year or two, I was placed here. Mom was out the night they came and got me, so no good byes were passed between us. Quick note, Ive been here for three years, I was fourteen when I first came.

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Other:

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[Avalynn]

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