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[B]| [I]NAME:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Aaron Ashworth[/INDENT]
[B]| [I]EPITHET:[/I] |[/B]
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[B]| [I]RACE:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT] Synth [/INDENT]
[B]| [I]AGE:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT] 16 [/INDENT]
[B]| [I]ABILITIES & SKILLS[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT][list][*]Aaron use's a weapon that seems to have not been used for over two hundred years, the bow. His skill in archery is most adept, even though ammo for this weapon is scarce, Aaron can simply make his own arrows. Aaron's travels have proved that most forests were left untouched (he didn't know that he was exploring dead forests for 22 miles), excluding the effects of atom bombs. Somehow he still finds it baffling that a bow and crossbow are rarely used as it is extremely easy to make.
[*] Repairing contributes mostly to his bow, not wearing much armor, he finds it extremely awkward to wear those leather pads and he finds it slightly offensive when old-wear, much like baseball padding is used as armor. Aaron also adds things to what he has repaired, covering a hole with some sort of new material, anything like that he usually does when he finds the right source of material and time. 
[*] For survival reasons, Aaron has learned how to...make the most out of his food and beverages. He has a line between eating things like a mole rat, to a bloatfly. Both are disgusting, but...survival? He hate's eating in the Wasteland but he has forgotten that he doesn't have to eat because he is a synth. 
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[B]| [I] EQUIPMENT [/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Aaron is equipped with a quiver and satchel. Within the satchel is purified water, elastic bandages, and various books that help him survive the wasteland. There are multiple maps he had created when he traveled, one of them was Las Vegas, though walking and adventuring so far he deems that map useless for now. The quiver hold's two different types of arrows, flammable and normal. The quiver only holds six arrows at a time, unlike traditional quiver's, Aaron has made a quiver that goes around his hips and when running or walking the arrows won't inevitably fall out as the arrows are strapped in against the quiver itself. There is also a bottle of oil that he use's to dip the arrowheads into to make flammable and! a lighter.   [/INDENT]

[B]| [I] WEAKNESSES AND LIMITATIONS [/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Though, knowing how to fight he does not use his profession in archery as much. He cannot kill willingly without knowing if this person is truly deserving of death, basically a pacifist in the wasteland. Aaron cannot experience the emotion of aggression, without aggression he cannot derive the will to fight though he does have the ability to kill wasteland creatures but not the peaceful one's (the mutated deer). Learning from experience, Aaron know's that the world he currently live's in is extremely dangerous. He is always in the constant feeling of fear and cannot leave it without having the true sense of safety, thus he is bound to become timid around others and is less cooperative.  [/INDENT]


[B]| [I] SAMPLE POST [/I] |[/B][indent]
Aaron leaned against the dead tree, snow falling lightly. The winds were blowing with a light tune and no one seemed to be in sight at the current moment. His fire crackled, the heat radiating from the flames. Aaron stared at the snow, each small speck falling to the ground. Aaron could feel the bitter cold against his legs as he sat, no blanket, no jacket, but the fire to keep him warm. Aaron was in a tough time and could not handle it for long-- his things were stolen and he planned to get them back, he didn't know how. 
He felt guilty for letting his things go away just like that. All his hard work was gone but he shouldn't have left it so openly, even in the wild. There was this sudden urge to cry but Aaron was too stubborn and confident to let himself down. He'd have to restart, try again from point one, even if it means to steal.
His eye's began to flicker, flickering away much like the fire beside him. The whisper's in his head confused him but he couldn't put much thought into the current situation, his mind was slipping away. His mind taking a rest from the reality outside. [i]" Shhh... "[/i]
The last thing he could remember was the crackle's of the fire and the tune of the wind. They both played so softly together, though in reality... the cold got to him. His eye's fluttered almost every second whenever he was conscious, his mind was dozing off into that sleeping abyss he was so casually familiar with. [/indent]



[b]| [i]NOTES:[/i] |[/b]
[INDENT]Aaron is the replica of one of his creator's son, for experimental purpose's the creator decided to give Aaron a free-thinking mind to study how synth's gain the ability of learning. Of course, learning out of the bounds of what they are actually enlisted to or what they are set to.[/INDENT]
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The 'flammable' arrows are just covered in oil. 
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