Name: Aion 
Nickname: "What? What the heck?"
Age: 18
Gender: "I'm a male."
Species: Mutant/Human (Powers: Transmutation(FMA Style), Adaptation.)

Crush: "Keep that crap to yourself, I'm good alone."

Relationship: none

Spouse(just get on your char's nerves XD): "Please speak to my pillow. We're close, maybe it knows."

Children(same as above): "Sorry, none."

Personality: Brisk, silent. Prefers to be left alone on his missions. Due to growing up how he did, he is often afraid of people getting close to him. Makes his nerves get on edge faster than Usain Bolt in a dead sprint.

History: ((Don't question the FMA similarities. I know it's similar.)) Simply Put, Aion grew up in a guild of Assassins. This explains his indifferent, cold, quiet demeanor. His parents were both skilled in Transmutation, and died when he was young. Thus, everything about his inherited ability had been a secret to him, until he was able to access their library. Then, like most young children....


Aion wanted his parents back. He wanted his mother. After he had done the research, he tried...and it cost him many things, without even bringing his parents back. It cost him his calves and below, and his left arm. 

The Assassins found him curled up, on the ground of his parent's tomb, where they would use ancient magic to create him new limbs. Though, when the transformation was finished...they were not really his own limbs. They were the limbs of a demon, a creature of the night..And he was stuck with them. The Transformation had also unlocked a gene in his body that was mutated, allowing it to spread..a gene that allowed him to rapidly adapt to anything thrown at him. After training it, it would take him five minutes to fully adapt against anything.

Other: He hates being toyed with.
Appearance(s): [img]https://s28.postimg.org/gkzaxnr3x/25e026a7572e2501fe6403ff06ca7204_201701181743090.jpg[/img]
Room #: 2