aiden whiterose - d4 || wip

[rachel ◊]

Name: Aiden Whiterose
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
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Personality:

Aiden is that boy that when you meet him, he will introduce himself and lend you his hand to shake. He seems well mannered, almost a gentleman of sorts. But really, it's all a part of his underlying scheme to get in your pants. He is often manipulative and he uses others to get what he wants, which most of the time includes sexual acts. He wasn’t always so addicted to having that intimate attention, at one point he wanted real love, someone who actually understood him. After years of trying, even though he is still young, Aiden is convinced that there isn't such a thing as love and that it doesn't exist. His mother, being caught up in many children and other problems, was never able to give Aiden the love that he deserved as a child. His two brothers often competed for the top spot in their parents minds, both craving attention like food. Aiden was the most soft-spoken one, the one who's words weren't as harsh as his brothers were. Even so, he wasn't hardly ever told "I love you" as a kid, and he never had bonding time with any of his parents and even brothers. He isn't particularly close to any of his siblings, feeling like they overshadow him and almost resenting them for it. When the loneliness grew to be too overwhelming, Aiden went on a quest to find something deeper. He found sex, lots and lots of sex. It filled his mind and made him feel something for once, an emotion other than loneliness and sadness, lust

Codeword: Odair
Other: FC: Dylan Hall

[rachel ◊]

AIDEN
" would you be mine? would you be my baby tonight? "
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male ● fifteen ● district 4 ● odair
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APPEARANCE
"could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine"

The sun shines down on you and warms up your skin, taking away the slight chill that was previously there. You are seated on a small picnic bench, your legs crossed in such a way so that you feel comfortable. It's a nice day and there are few clouds in the sky. Your're content, happy even, and a small smile crosses your face. It was a strange urge you had this morning to come out here, normally you like to sit at home and mope around. You run your long hands through your hair, noticing the peace around you, when suddenly it's disturbed.

You see him and you don't know what to think at first. After all, it's strange that a teenage boy would be wandering around a park early in the morning. You try to advert your eyes and make it look like you're minding your own business. You look at him again, he has a glimmer in his eyes that you can spot when where you are and it immediately unnerves you. you feel a shiver run down your spine as you look away, but it wasn't quick enough. You can hear his heavy footsteps as he slowly approaches you. At this point it would be rude to get up and walk away, so, you simply sit there and purse your lips while hoping for the best.

He has a cunning smile glued onto his face, the edges of his white teeth shining out from under his full, chapped lips. At the edges of his mouth, there are small creases that make the smile look slightly less daunting. He sits next to you, not saying anything and not asking permission in any way. You can tell right away that he is confident and that he knows himself well. His eyes are captivating and you can't pull yours away from his as he calmly look back at you. With no warning, he breaks the silence.

"Nice day, isn't it?" His voice is raw sounding but elegant at the same time. It sounds perfected, as though those words had been rehearsed in a number of situations. You just nod, not wanting to start up a conversation as you suddenly realize what is going on. Mother always warned you about these boys and how they could hurt you. "They look sweet, maybe even trustworthy," she would say, a gleam in her eyes. "But they'll hurt you more than those who look dangerous, they'll tear you apart."

"Aiden," he puts out his hand to shake and you don't know what to do. From where you are you can see his soft skin, hardly any callouses adorning his fingertips. His nails aren't as charming as the rest of him and its obvious that he has a bad habit of biting them. Cautiously, you reach out your delicate hand, shaking his briskly.

"Emily," your voice is high and you hear it crack. He just smiles again and sits back on the bench and stares at the sky. You don't know how to feel, maybe he's different, and mama was wrong. He obviously could tell that you were uncomfortable and was trying to make you feel welcome, and he was being so friendly. How could he possibly be all that bad."

You feel your body relax just a bit as you look back at him, glancing at his face. His eyes are still the center of attention, a dull green color which has a weird sort of captivating appeal. The thing that sticks out the most, that looks the most awkward on him are his eyebrows. They look as though someone had taken them and stapled them above his eyes, two large bushy

PERSONALITY
"'cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know?"

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HISTORY
"it's you that i adore, though i make the boys fall like dominoes"

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