Aeson Gallagher
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BASICS
AGE: Twenty three
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
NATIONALITY: Irish, as far as he knows
GROUP: The Doves
RANK (IF ANY): N/A
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
APPEARANCE: Aeson can come off as intimidating or downright hostile when a person first meets him, due to the "I murder puppies" scowl that is his neutral expression. The fact that he's fairly stoic personality-wise and the fact that the only parts of his face that are frequently expressive are his eyebrows help that matter none. Other than that particularly noteworthy aspect, he's a statistically average individual. He stands at five foot ten and change. His hair is dark, grown out much longer than he prefers it, but the luxury of a hairstylist is out of reach. His eyes are an odd but striking color, somewhere between brown and pale green. He walks like a sky person, face directed toward the ground, shoulders hunched inward, and hands tucked into his pockets or shoved up his sleeves.
SCARS: None of note
TATTOOS: His whole right arm is covered in a full sleeve, full color tattoo of an Asian inspired red dragon. In comparison, the grayscale gladiator on the inside of his left forearm is somewhat lacking, but it was the only tattoo he'd ever done on himself and one of the first he'd ever done on an actual human. The words for the
Vulcan Salute are tattooed down his spine in Vulcan script. There is another tattoo on the back of his right shoulder, it being a barn owl sitting on a branch with an oval of dark forest background around it. A ribbon of Irish text reading "Níl an todhchaí a leagtar, níl aon cinniúint ach cad a dhéanamh linn dúinn féin" (which translates to "The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves") wraps around the oval.
OUTFIT: A pale green tee shirt that's a bit frayed in places; a brown hoodie that's usually tied around his waist; a rugged pair of dark blue jeans; a comfortable pair of dark sneakers
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PERSONALITY
Analytical, Socially Awkward, Self-Critical, Diligent, Efficient, Artistic, Stoic, Low Self-Worth, Logical, Perfectionistic
Aeson was shy before the outbreak. He'd always had a difficult time initiating conversations with people in any environment that wasn't completely professional, always been the quiet but courteous sort, always been easy to embarrass but otherwise reserved in regards to his emotions. The trauma he's suffered since the outbreak happened has only magnified all of these qualities. He's happy to help if asked and will answer most questions directed at him, but he doesn't seek out conversation or make effort to continue conversations, unless it's related to something he likes or feels strongly about. His self worth is very low, and he tries to prove that he's valuable to the group, tries to prove it to himself, by doing more around the base than he probably should.
He's a very focused person, and he tends to stare at people he's listening to with the same silent intensity with which he stares at a trap he's making or clothes he's washing. That can make some people uncomfortable. Also, despite his shyness, he's fairly anal about interjecting and correcting people if he hears them say something he knows to be incorrect.
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LIKES:
Organization
Drawing people
Star Trek, especially anything relating to Spock
People he can be around or listen to without feeling pressured to respond
Mint tea
Watching sunsets
Having an intelligent debate
DISLIKES:
Boasting
Being underground
Feeling stupid or being treated like he is
Disorder and disorderly people
Soda
People touching or taking his glasses
STRENGTHS:
Steady and dexterous hands, which make him good at trap making and stitching injuries
Knowledge of basic first aid
Cool-tempered
Excellent liar and actor
Analytical mind
WEAKNESSES:
The thought of taking life, whether human, animal, or infected, makes him physically sick
Incessant worrier
Only used a firearm once, and that one use soured him toward using or carrying them
Unsure of what the protocols for socializing are, so he just doesn't
Severely nearsighted, and he only wears his glasses when he really needs to due to their damaged state
BAGGAGE:
|A pair of black framed glasses he needs to see properly that are in fairly bad shape: one of the lenses is cracked, one of the temple tips broke off and was put back on using duct tape
|A pair of white leather work gloves, worn but still in good condition
|Assorted pencils and paper he likes to doodle on in his spare time
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HISTORY
Aeson's birth and history before he was left at an orphanage with his little brother, Oran, is uncertain and not something he's ever tried to look into. They were both dropped there, old enough to have legal names but too young to have memories of their parents. Oran, as he'd learned to talk for his brother as well as himself, was quite the adorable kid and got adopted when he was five. Aeson was too awkward, too quiet, too serious, even as a child, was never adopted and spent his entire life up until his eighteenth birthday in that little orphanage. It was run by Catholic nuns and wasn't the most friendly, nurturing place for a little boy to grow up in, but it wasn't some horrible nightmare, either. After he turned eighteen, he works some odd jobs until he'd saved up enough to travel to America. Specifially, Los Angeles. He spent a few months barely scraping by in the city that was so much bigger than anything he'd ever seen before, up until he met Laura.
Laura was a tattoo artist, a good one, and once she noticed the drawing talent Aeson possessed, she was quick to take him on as her apprentice. He did that for almost two years, exchanging letters with Oran the whole time, up until the outbreak. Oran was visiting his brother in LA when it started, and he was stuck there shortly after. Laura, Aeson, and Oran tried to stay put in the beginning, hoping for the military to help with the infected or a cure to be found. When that didn't happen, they left LA as a group, chasing rumors of safe places.
Laura was the first to die.
It was an accident, technically, an encounter with another survivor gone horribly wrong.
Oran went next.
He'd gotten a sizable cut on his arm from crawling under some barbed wire, and unknowingly got infected blood in it. By the time he and Aeson knew he was turning, his hands were shaking so bad that he couldn't even shoot himself. So Aeson had to do it.
After that, Aeson wandered, lost and alone, for months. He was eventually found by another survivor, Jonas Hall (played by
@Mysty), and he accompanied him to Safe Haven. The pair grew to be quite good friends in the time they traveled together. Being around a person he trusted and was comfortable with after feeling so very alone was incredible, to say the least. Aeson was head over heels in love with the other man before long, but between his insecurity in romantic situations and his opinion that his feelings were 100% unrequited, he didn't say so much as a word to Jonas about it. Once the pair reached Safe Haven, those feelings only made their disagreement over which group to join and the fight then split that followed all the more painful.
He joined the Doves without a second thought and hasn't looked back, as he's grateful for the group's generally welcoming atmosphere and companionship. However, it's worth noting that there are three faces he frequently doodles on whatever scrap pieces of paper he can find. One is quite similar to his own, one is strong but feminine, and the last...well, the is the face of a certain member of the White Eagles.
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EXTRA:
He speaks fluent Irish and Latin.
The cello is his favorite instrument and one he can actually play, not that he often gets the chance to.
His love for the various Star Trek series as well as their movies and related media should neither be underestimated or criticized.
The Irish accent he speaks with falls under the category of East Coast Irish.
He is very familiar with the Bible due to his upbringing, but is non-religious.
It's almost ridiculously easy to get him flustered or embarrassed. Flirting and sexual topics, or even light innuendo, turn him redder than a tomato.
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