[hider=Aiden Howard || Liberty High][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/201021/fceecb12860fe10b489e230c9fcb3089.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qFQMK6G.png[/img] [sub][color=c3daf2](FC: Rudy Pankow | Dialogue: [color=2D7DD2]2D7DD2[/color])[/color][/sub][/center] [color=2D7DD2]Name[/color] [color=c3daf2][indent]Aiden Howard[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Age[/color] [indent]18, April 5[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Gender[/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Sexuality[/color] [indent]Heterosexual[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Relationship Status[/color] [indent]Single[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Label[/color] [indent]Jock/Delinquent[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Appearance Details[/color] [list][*][b]Hair:[/b] Blonde | He usually styles it with gel and keeps it longer on top. [*][b]Eyes:[/b] Blue [*][b]Height:[/b] 5’11” [*][b]Body Type:[/b] Athletic. He is quite toned and fit. [*][b]Clothing Style:[/b] Aiden has an acquired high taste level (not to mention a high budget), so you'll always find him dressing neatly and in style. He doesn't necessarily dress "fancy", but his clothes are always well tailored and fit him to a tee from the best brands. Whether it's sweaters in the winter, tee shirts in the summer, or the perfect pair of jeans, he makes casual look classy.[/list] [color=2D7DD2]Personality Traits[/color] [list][*]Aiden is a risk taker through and through. He's never afraid to shy away from a new adventure or challenge, and always is searching for his next adrenaline rush. [*]Though he might dumb himself down at times, he actually has quite a keen intellect and is clever when it comes to things that he's passionate about. Especially Lacrosse- he's calculating on the field and is always ten steps ahead of his opponent. [*]Aiden bases his opinions and actions heavily in realism. He sees everything for what it is, and doesn't try to over exaggerate or romanticize situations. [*]A practical thinker, the blonde will always be completely honest with you, even if it is to your own detriment. [*]Due to his upbringing he is extremely independent, and that shows in his thought process. In Aiden's mind, it's every man for himself. [*]He's very strong willed and assertive- it's either his way or the highway. [*]He can be quite the smooth talker and is really good at persuading others to get what he wants. [*]Surprisingly, Aiden is very observant and perceptive. He has the ability to see how someone else is feeling and empathize, which you wouldn't expect. Especially for those that he cares about, he's very protective and will keep their best interest in mind. [*]Despite all of his negative traits, at his core Aiden means well.[/list] [color=2D7DD2]Biography[/color] [indent]Denise and James Howard were a match made in heaven. They met in college- a private and fancy institution- and fell in love. The two were completely in sync, almost the same soul, and aligned on every need and want. It didn't take long for them to get engaged and married, moving to New York City shortly after to start their careers. They amassed a large amount of money in a short period of time, James earning a hefty sum from his growing role at an advertising firm, and Denise selling some of the most lucrative properties in the tri-state area. This afforded them the position to move away from the city after a few years in order to start a family of their own. They settled in Columbus, a middle ground between Chicago and New York so that James could easily travel for work, and they had three children, Aiden coming in at the middle of the pack. When he was young, Aiden had a happy childhood. Even though they had a nanny during the day, the blonde and his siblings loved spending evenings with their parents when they got home from work. But as time went on, things turned into more of a routine- evenings together grew shorter and shorter, turning into only weekends or an hour or two during the week. His father traveled and his mother went from one open house to another. As a middle child both literally and metaphorically, this lack of face to face with his mom and dad caused Aiden to feel unseen. Livvy was the baby of the family who always got what she wanted; her mother's angel and father's little girl. Spencer was the eldest and the wisest; had excellent grades and always made his parents so proud. And as for the blonde boy, it didn't matter what he did- his mom and dad were too busy to care. It was in middle school that he began acting out. It started in small ways, like messing with his uniform or speaking out of turn in class, the attention he received from faculty and peers alike fueling his actions. It slowly but surely turned into him getting into fights and skipping lessons. Like everything else, his parents tried to throw money at the problem: promising him material incentives for good behavior and stellar grades. But it made things worse, their middle child ending up in detention, getting suspended, and even in the hospital on some occasions. Denise and James thought they had been doing right for their children by enrolling them in the best schools and giving them everything in the world and more. Even though they spoiled Spencer, Aiden, and Livvy rotten, they failed to realize that more is not always better. And that was the case for Aiden: money couldn't buy his happiness. All he wanted was the attention and approval of his parents. One would hope that with time that things would get better, but Aiden still couldn't hide from the sickening feeling at the pit of his stomach that he wasn't good enough. Plus, his mom and dad didn't exactly make the effort for him to think any differently. Especially when his older brother went off to a prestigious Ivy League, Aiden continued to find new ways to be reckless and impulsive. It was a silent cry for help. The reputation he created for himself at Liberty was one not to be misunderstood. Although he had a good heart, he used his popularity to distract from his sad reality. Drugs and alcohol helped him escape for just a few hours at a time and to be honest, the only thing that kept him in school was Lacrosse and he only maintained the minimum GPA required to be on the team. But now, with transferring to Rosefell, who knows what stunt he'll pull next.[/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Family[/color] [indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/RxQGutP.png[/img] Denise Howard (Mother | 47 | FC: Charlize Theron) [indent]A successful real estate broker- one of the best in the Columbus area.[/indent] James Howard (Father | 48 | FC: Milo Ventimiglia) [indent]Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.[/indent] Spencer Howard (Older Brother | 20 | FC: Chord Overstreet) [indent]A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.[/indent] [color=0ABAB5]Olivia "Livvy" Howard[/color] [color=dafdfc](Younger Sister | 17 | FC: Kathryn Newton)[/color] [indent][color=dafdfc]A sophomore at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).[/color][/indent][/indent] [color=2D7DD2]Misc.[/color] [list][*]Aiden drives a Jeep Wrangler, gifted to him by his parents for his 16th birthday. [*]He also has full reign over his older brother's motorcycle since he's off at college and unable to use it.[/list] Halloween is my favorite holiday in general, but I love dressing up! Some of my favorites costumes from college include Power Rangers with a group friends (I was obvs Pink), Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy with my roommate, and a 60's housewife.[/color][/hider] [hider=Aiden's Relations][quote][color=silver][center][sup][h1][color=2D7DD2]π™°πš’πšπšŽπš—'𝚜 πšπšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ[/color][/h1][/sup] [img]https://i.imgur.com/zrWHcTf.png[/img] [hr][sup][h2][color=white]πšπš˜πšœπšŽπšπšŽπš•πš• πš‚πšπšžπšπšŽπš—πšπšœ[/color][/h2][/sup][hr] To be added...[/center] [center][hr][sup][h2][color=white]π™»πš’πš‹πšŽπš›πšπš’ πš‚πšπšžπšπšŽπš—πšπšœ[/color][/h2][/sup][hr][/center] [sup][h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgx-R_4s12U][color=B75EB3]π™΅πš’πšŠπš–πš–πšŠ π™Άπš’πšŠπš—πš—πšžπš•πš•πš’[/color][/url][/h3][/sup] [color=2D7DD2]Looking back, I can't believe that I was ever mean to Fiamma. I think I was just jealous of her and it manifested into less than appealing behavior on my part throughout middle school and into the beginning of our time at Liberty. She had the picture perfect family and home life that I never would and I envied her for it. But now, I regret every dirty look and snarky remark and kick myself for not getting to know her sooner. It all started one day during junior year when I was on my way to Lacrosse practice after school. Even though I was running late, I heard someone playing the violin in the music room and had to do a double take. The way they played was nothing like I had ever heard before- soulful, passionate, and truly captivating. I didn't even think I liked classical music, but the seconds that I stood there turned into minutes of listening to their song. I peered into the window to see who was the mysterious musician that had held my attention and lo and behold, it was Fiamma. I threw all caution to the wind and opened the door to make my presence known, and ever since then we've been nearly inseparable. Those first few weeks, every meeting we had left me wanting more. We took any opportunity to spend time together: in between classes, after school before Lacrosse practice, underneath the bleachers when practice was over- I even helped her sneak out of her house past curfew once just to get an hour more with her. But it was never enough, and I knew then and there that I had fallen for her. Even though I'd created this reckless reputation for myself, she saw past it for everything else that I am. When I'm with Fiamma, [i]my[/i] Fiamma, I'm the person that I want to be. So now, we're in this tricky position where I want to shout it to the rooftops that we're together, but I can't. We agreed to keep our relationship secret for a number of reasons, most notable of which being that her parents would kill me if they knew, but that doesn't mean I love her any less. Besides, Fiamma's reputation at school would be sullied if everyone was aware that she was dating me, and I can't risk hurting her like that, so under wraps our relationship will remain until the right moment. [/color] [right]πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• [color=60D394]βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”[/color] πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ– πšŠπšπšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— [color=3185FC]β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯[/color][/right] [hr] [sup][h3][color=b02727]π™ΌπšŠπš›πšŒπš˜πšœ π™Ίπš’πš—πšπšœπš•πšŽπš’[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=2D7DD2]My ride or die, my best friend since birth- Marcos and I were practically born to be brothers. Our parents have been friends since college and made sure to raise their two families as one. We did everything together- vacations, birthdays, thanksgiving- you name it, the Kingsley's and Howard's spent it as one. Hell, I even have a key to the Kingsley house and I just tend to stroll over there when I'm hungry and I know Mrs. Kingsley is cooking. Marcos and I always seemed to be scheming as kids and getting into the worst trouble. We were the middle school bullies that you hated, the dynamic duo that caused havoc, but when Richie joined us that's when we calmed down... a bit. To this day, Marcos is one of the only people who truly knows me- sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. He's the first one I call when I'm in trouble (second only to Richie and his dad when I'm truly screwed and need the works) and I know he'll always have my back regardless of the situation.[/color] [right]πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• [color=60D394]βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”[/color] πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ– πšŠπšπšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯[/right] [hr] [sup][h3][color=D28C5B]πšπš’πšŒπš‘πš’πšŽ π™³πš’πšŽπšπš›πš’πš”πšœπš˜πš—[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=2D7DD2]If you didn't know that Richie moved here when he was 10, you would think that he and I had been best friends forever. The two of us began playing sports together when he got to Liberty Middle and we clicked naturally - but that has meant he's had to deal with my bullshit ever since then. While Marcos eggs on my recklessness, Richie is the voice of reason who always asks if what I'm doing is rational. Sometimes, I owe him one for saving me from doing some really stupid shit, and other times I just pull him along with me for the ride. I can always count on Richie to be there for me. We've had some wild adventures, but when things have gotten hard, he's there to help- whether it's advice, a couch to sleep on, a drink at his bar (thanks for all the free alcohol, dude) or just a listening ear, he's done a lot for me, and I can't imagine not having that classy son of a gun in my life.[/color] [right]πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• [color=60D394]βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”βœ”[/color] πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ–βœ– πšŠπšπšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯[/right] [hr] [sup][h3][color=FF69B4]π™Όπš’πš”πš’ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš”[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=2D7DD2]Last year, there were a few weeks during the spring semester where Miki and I "dated"... if you could even call it that. It was just a lot of public hand holding and sex behind closed doors. I didn't mind for the most part- I mean, I got laid consistently for a short period of time which was a plus- but something about her using me for her own benefit was a little annoying. Sure, I got something out of it too, but the notion always rubbed me the wrong way. If there's one thing I hate, it's people coming into my life, giving me the attention that I crave, and then leaving me in the dust. I haven't really talked to her since then.[/color] [right]πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• [color=60D394]βœ”βœ”[/color]βœ”βœ”βœ” πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŠπš• [color=E4572E]βœ–βœ–βœ–[/color]βœ–βœ– πšŠπšπšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— [color=3185FC]β™₯β™₯[/color]β™₯β™₯β™₯[/right][/color][/quote][/hider]