Aaron Gaton

[aarongaton]

~Character Information~

Name and Nicknames: Aaron Gaton
Birthday and Age: 07/11/2001, 28
Student or Adult:Adult
Gender:Male
Hair Color:Dyed black and gelled
Eye Color:Green
Height: 6'1"
Identifying marks- scars, tattoos, etc.: Covered in tattoos."Thicker than water" across the top of his chest, with a star on either side on top of a flaming background. Sleeves on both arms. The Death Bat logo across his abdomen. Lip ring in his bottom right lip. Gauges in both ears. Usually wears a cap/bandanna and a pair of Aviators.
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~Personality~

Passions: Tattoos, music, chaos, the Dark Arts
Disdain: Being told what to do, mainstream, Muggles
Strengths: Managing to annoy anyone, playing piano, breaking any attempts at silence
Weaknesses: Staying out of trouble, following through, addictions
Worst Fear:Not being able to live up to his reputation
Life long dream?: Well depending on the day, this changes whenever the feeling hits.
Overall: Aaron looks the way he acts. Ever since he was old enough to think for himself, Aaron made sure trouble followed him. His teachers could only describe him as out-of-control and reckless. But Aaron prefers to explain himself as a kid with a good heart but bad intentions. When he was fourteen he got his first tattoo. Now he has his entire life story chronicled out in his body art. Despite his personality, Aaron did actually focus on his studies in school, his grades just failed to reflect it. He was a smart kid but he was just more interested in partying. The one thing he did pick up was a love for music. When he everything seemed to be going wrong, music was his crutch.
He enjoys the company of others, but he doesn’t necessarily like the people he’s with. Anywhere he goes, Aaron always makes sure his reputation precedes him. This only results in an inflated ego and a general “I’m-better-than-you” attitude. By putting himself above everyone else, it is quite difficult for Aaron to make many friends. Luckily one of his skills involves being charming when necessary, so it’s not hard for him to make new acquaintances.

~ History~

Family

Blood Status: Pureblood
Parents:Katie and John Gaton
Siblings:None
Other: Related to Ben and Danielle Kanst
History: Strangely enough, Aaron’s childhood was stable and as normal as it gets. In fact, this is probably the reason he turned out the way he did. Being normal just wasn’t enough for Aaron, he felt that it crushed his creativity. By the time he was 18, Aaron had been kicked out of four different schools. Once Aaron graduated, he refused to find a steady paying job. Instead he chooses to work odd jobs and constantly moves around.
Somewhere along Aaron’s family tree, the Gaton family is connected to the Kanst family. Though Ben and Danielle Kanst are unaware of it, Aaron is related to them. The Gaton’s are the odd family out; very few of their relatives know they exist. Even to the alienated family, Aaron is considered a reject. His parents disowned him when they realized that Aaron’s rebellious nature was not a phase.

~Final Stage~

Password: ---------- thank you for reading the rules Mama C
RP Sample: The silence was near unbearable. Aaron sat in a chair with his arms folded, staring down the detective seated across from him. He wanted to say something. Do something. Anything. But his pride wouldn’t allow him to be the first to break.

Total, complete, silence. It was worse than those awkward silences following an inappropriately placed joke about the deceased at a funeral.

The detective shifted slightly in his seat, he seemed uncomfortable. Aaron flashed a crooked smirk at him. He knew he had won this. Though technically it was Aaron who had committed the crime, to any unknowing bystander it seemed the detective was the one being blamed. Finally the man seated across from Aaron slammed a fist on the table, got up and walked out. The detective slammed the door with enough force to shake the entire room. Aaron waited until he was sure the guy was gone to burst out into laughter. He reached in his shoe to pull out a lighter. It was the one thing the officers who arrested him had failed to confiscate. With one hand he flicked the lighter open, let the flame linger, before using his other hand to click the top down.

Another detective entered the room. He was older than the previous one, more experienced looking. “Ya know this is probably the worst game of ‘good-cop-bad-cop’ I’ve ever played.” Aaron muttered. He sounded almost offended. The detective shot him a nasty glare and tossed crime scene photos on the table. “Tell me who she is.”
Aaron rolled his eyes and gave the photos a brief glance. “That’s your job. What are they paying you for?”
It was apparent the detective was holding back the urge to smack some sense into Aaron.
“Don’t play games. I know all about you Gaton.”
Aaron arched his eyebrow in amusement. “Oh really? Well that makes one of us.”