▚ ROWAN ACKLEY ▞ 23 ▚ MALE ▞
▛ NITROUS ▜
PERSONALITY
Bold, vibrant and passionate; Rowan lives in constant admiration of art and its conception, specifically with the perfection of geometry. He will constantly discuss the brilliance of art and treats art as though it is of divine origin. He can come off as manic and over-the-top most of the time, but getting to know him shows that he's simply incredibly passionate about art.
The downside to his love of art is that sometimes he can be distracted by the creation of everything. Copying other styles bores him (unless it's the perfection of geometry) and he can come across as hypercritical sometimes even when they're hoping to offer constructive criticism or advice. Most of the time he loves listening to other people discuss their art and hearing where their inspiration comes from, but his artistic adoration means that he is kind of clueless in other hobbies or interests. Pop culture, music, television... it all flies over his head. He learned to control his almost compulsive mania about order and symmetry by learning how to code and work with computers because they require absolute order and logic in order to operate.
Most of this adoration leaves to contemplation. Rowan spends many a night staying up late contemplating his position in the world and the frustration that comes from the apathetic, blank, whiteness around him. He's trapped in this bland place, and the ingenious ideas in all people are often crushed by oppressive capitalist government systems.
Rowan often misreads moods, so he tends to kill the mood in happy moments, and often tries to be humorous in the worst of moments. In art, they are brilliant at interpretation, but they cannot read people for the life of them.
Essentially an insomniac workaholic perfectionist who hates leaving work unfinished and praises Taggers for bringing art to this bland existence.
BIOGRAPHY
Growing up in the slums meant a world filled with chaos, fear, and disorder, but Rowan managed to find a way to fit into the puzzle. He grew up with his mother and father on the lower side of town, and both his parents were continually attempting to find ways to get better jobs in the city. His dad was an IT professional, but most of the money he made got thrown away into gambling, and his mom would work as a contracted saleswoman for a dying company, and it was easy to tell that the money they were making was not going to be enough to move them anywhere.
Eventually, his father's gambling caught up to him. Unbeknownst to the rest of his family, he'd amassed a serious debt with a local gang, and they were not kind when it came to collecting. He was eventually dragged away by them and killed, and then that gang proceeded to take everything that their family owned.
His mother told Rowan that there was usually a reason for everything, and that there could always be order found in the chaos, and so he dropped out of school and started working at a family friend's decrepit computer parts store around the age of 16 just to have a chance of keeping their family afloat. His mom eventually got let go, and for a long while Rowan was the only source of income for their incredibly small apartment, even though he'd rarely go home. He'd work late, sometimes going 24 hours without stopping, and then he'd manage a website he began online that would sell art prints and other items that were less-than-legal.
It was one day when he was browsing an old site that was pushed to the deep web that he saw an art piece that spoke to him. The geometry behind it, and the perfection of its shapes enthralled him so much that he proceeded to follow in the footsteps of the artist in his free time. He'd read books on everything from cave paintings to abstraction to Dadaism, but nothing seemed to speak to him more than what he referred to as "divine geometry". When Taggers moved by his neighborhood, he knew exactly what he had to do. He hid his face behind a mask because he wished for his art to speak for itself, and not for his own artistry to speak for it. The way he mastered straight lines with spray paint became an object of fascination in places as his "glyphs" (as he called them) would appear.
That attention is what brought a letter to his hand one day, and who knew? Maybe they saw what he could do with a computer too.
ART STYLE
He's obsessed with straight lines and geometry, a curious style that can be difficult when spray paint is your medium.
GEAR
His Gear are laced with bright neon lights, and when he speeds through the night neon trails spiral right behind them. They're a little beat up in places, and the circuitry within them is sometimes apparent through the hard, clear structure, but they're mostly home-made with left over parts from the computer store and other more industrial materials. A unique feature is that slamming down on one heel will cause the wheels to retract so he can walk normally, and the other heel actually shoots spikes out from the soles so that he can stick to hard surfaces. He can't really move at all when his shoes are stuck (except to push down to release), but it really helps him get the angles he needs on certain art pieces. Otherwise, they're great for acrobatics and for the most part fairly durable, but being submerged in water will roast them. Rainy days are alright, but speeding into a puddle may require a lot of re-circuiting.
Extra: He's fairly decent when it comes to repairing computers and mild programming. He's built a site that sells art and cheaper computer parts (among other things) and drinks a
lot of coffee.
