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MissCapnCrunch said
Tell me about it! I always wish we got to see how our character's relationship panned out.
Hahaha. It's a pleasure to be roleplaying with you again :) I hope we get to stick around this time.

I had my guy's back story worked out and everything; it was gonna turn out that the villain wiped his memory and he actually had a wife and kids the whole time, which is why I was really really interested to see how our characters interacted. :p

Anywho, I've finished my part. Hopefully y'all like it, and don't worry, nobody has to worry about me not writing this character and his issues (or lack of issues) properly. Enjoy!

Aaron Deerling [+]

From the moment he was born on the second of October in 1996, Aaron Deerling's parents had his life practically mapped out for him. They knew what school they were going to send him to, what kind of clothes he would wear, which instrument he was going to master and which teacher was going to help him master it. What they didn't count on was their son growing up with a serious lack of ambition. Aaron had no interest in succeeding professionally, though he does have a healthy interest in life. He would much rather sit in a camping chair, stare at the sky and listen to life than do anything academically satisfying. He is a sensual man that way, he enjoys touching things, looking at beautiful paintings, and listening to music. (that part his parents did succeed in hammering into his brain; love of the universal language, especially classical music and even Broadway musicals.)

It was his good fortune that his family decided to settle down in a small town. Aaron hates crowds and busy cities with a passion. Honking horns, people shouting, impatience, sometimes he just can't deal with it. Drama in general is a no-fly zone with Aaron. Before he turned eighteen, he was a nervous wreck. Every new day held something difficult to deal with, speaking in class, making excuses to teachers, even going into the store to buy something. It felt like everyone was watching him make an ass of himself. Thankfully, once he started working part time as a cashier at a convenience store close to home, most of these fears either dissipated or became bearable. He's on a new mission now; to relax.

However, when Aaron was growing up, there seemed to be something gnawing at him. It's difficult to describe a lack of something, but it's easy to feel it. Aaron felt it, and he heard things. Puberty came and went, and soon his started to hear his friends and peers talking about dating. Girls, checking out chicks, going to the movies, making out. It felt...foreign. Aaron understood what they were talking about, movies and television had taught him enough, and he had definitely gotten 'the talk' from his folks. But with him, it just didn't seem to click. There was no urge to do what they were doing. Dating and even kissing had no appeal to him, and not because he was busy doing other things. He had no fantasies about men, either. It wasn't about wanting something else, it was about not wanting anything at all.

For a long time, Aaron ignored it. He assumed that he just hadn't found someone he liked enough, or maybe he was just slower than everyone else, or probably everyone else was just obsessed with sex and he was the only normal one. In any case, one day he did a little research online and found a word: asexual. It was an eye opening evening, to find out in one fell swoop that he wasn't broken, that he wasn't wrong, and that he wasn't alone. It was so exciting to him that he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, or at least to his friends and parents. That's when the troubles started. And the questions, the disbelief, the doubt and the ostracizing. Half the school seemed to think he had been abused, or that he had been castrated. His parents prayed for him nightly. Aaron knew that it wasn't as anywhere near as bad as some people had it, but on certain days it definitely stung. Now he just tries to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

My Sample:

“Christ Almighty.” Aaron muttered under his breath as he trudged out of the house, rain splashing under his feet. He shuffled carefully but as quickly as he could away from the house, just wanting to get gone. His folks has been talking about him again this morning, and since the living room was right next to his bedroom, every word crept in under the door. It was the same old story: 'Where did we go wrong' this and 'we should be paying for college, not therapy' that. He didn't want to go to therapy anyway. It was just another thing they forced on him. Try to fix your kid when he ain't broke, thanks a bunch.

Aaron headed for the bus stop, puffs of warm air from his shaking lips met the cold. In his haste to get out he hadn't dressed properly. His dark brown hair, which was still wet from this morning's shower was in danger of freezing solid. Not that it mattered, the heater on the bus would be working, surely. He could drive, but he didn't own his own car, so he took the bus to school every morning. As he looked up from the shiny road and at the corner, he saw that Kyle, a fellow student, was already waiting at the bus stop. Aaron didn't bother waving. Not out of dislike, but because saying 'hi' just wasn't hip these days.

As he got within earshot of Kyle, however, Aaron said, “It's cold, huh?” Ah yes, very astute, that's why they pay you the big tuition bucks that you're not even going to use. Kyle said nothing, just shot him a look and gazed down the street as if wishing for the bus to come. In the time it did take to come, Aaron and Kyle just stood there in a very long an awkward pause. Once it did show up, Aaron climbed on board and picked the seat he always did, the front. What a square. He thought to and about himself as he put his bookbag next to him, potentially blocking anyone else from sitting next to him. It wasn't that he didn't like people, he just wasn't in the mood right now.

Aaron leaned his head towards the window, but not against it, he liked his brain to much to lean his head against it. His eyes followed the road beneath them as they drove on, the noise of the other students talking weighing down his thoughts. Aaron did this every morning; just watched and listened. Talking got in the way of feeling. Everyone was talking now, and someone behind him was tapping on the window.

“Oh my god, you're not serious-”
tap
“Was it Jennifer? I bet-”
tap
“Teachers suck, they don't understand-”
tap
“Mom said I have to wear these stupid con-”
tap
“Dude! It's like-”
tap
“-going out with Tara later tonight. She said she was gonna get all-”

Aaron's ears perked up at that last one. Sometimes curiosity grabbed him. Sometimes, he wanted to know what all the fuss was about.

He bit his lip thoughtfully before pulling his iPod and headphones out of his backpack, putting them on and drowning in challenging rhythms and witty lyrics.

Then again, sometimes he didn't really give a damn.

Okay, that's that. Let me know what you thinks. :)

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