Ok, this is mostly done I think. All I'm missing in this part is the gadgets section, the little extra bits, and any semblance of quality. Enjoy! Oh, also scary-looking face claims are harder to find than I realised, so you'll have to use your imagination for the 'always looks angry' bit.

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[color=858bc4][center][h1]Adam Shaw[/h1][/center][/color]

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[color=858bc4][u][b]BASICS[/b][/u][/color]

[color=858bc4][b]Name:[/b][/color]
Adam Shaw

[color=858bc4][b]Nicknames/Aliases:[/b][/color]
Depends on whether or not we're countin' insults.

[color=858bc4][b]Codename:[/b][/color]
I'm thinkin' Aster. I like the colour blue, I like flowers, and asters are blue flowers. Perfect fit.

[color=858bc4][b]Age/Grade:[/b][/color]
Fifteen.  

[color=858bc4][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color]
Don't know the exact location, just that it was some city out in the asshole end of Russia.

[color=858bc4][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
Male.


[color=858bc4][u][b]Physical Description[/b][/u][/color]

[color=858bc4][b]General Description:[/b][/color] 
I think I'm pretty average lookin' for the most part, brown hair, brown eyes. I'm like, 6'1" or somethin', dunno if I'll get any taller, but I'd be fine either way. Oh, but I guess there's somethin' weird about my face though, because whenever I try to smile or anythin' like that, people start to freak out and think I'm about to beat the shit out of them or somethin'. But yeah pretty normal other than that.

[color=858bc4][b]Height:[/b][/color]
6'1"

[color=858bc4][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 
170lb

[color=858bc4][b]Ethnicity:[/b][/color]
Russian I guess, not that it actually matters to me.


[color=858bc4][u][b]Personality[/b][/u][/color]

[color=858bc4][b]General Description:[/b][/color]
Ok, so let's get this part outta the way first. I'm an ass. I know. Might not have much goin' for me, but I'm a big enough person to at least admit that. I just ain't the type to get all buddy buddy with people, mostly because just about every time I tried as a kid, the other kids'd think I was tryin' to pick a fight or some shit. If they approached me, it usually ended with me getting tricked and beaten up, either because they thought I was a loser for likin' "girly shit" like sewin' or gardenin', or because I looked scary enough that it meant [i]I[/i] was the bully, and they were just tryin' to keep me from bullyin' anybody else. So, eventually I started to expect it. Managed to scare the smart ones off, and beat the shit outta the dumb ones who didn't get the hint. Only problem is that I can't really tell anymore when someone might genuinely be tryin' to make friends with me, if they ever are. So, I end up tellin' those people to piss off too. And then sometimes later on I start wonderin' if maybe they really [i]did[/i] wanna be my friend, but by then it's too late, you know? Then the next time it happens, I freak out and tell 'em to leave me alone again, because I'm an ass [i]and[/i] an idiot.

So yeah, only person I feel like I can really trust is Nat, my mom. She got me out of that shitty orphanage I got stuck in, and brought me somewhere I could actually feel sorta... well, [i]happy.[/i] Don't have to feel nervous about my hobbies or anythin', it's nice. Sure, she still teases me sometimes, but I can feel safe that she doesn't mean anythin' actually [i]mean[/i] about it. That bein' said, she reckons I should let more people in, give 'em a chance, or at least try not to get in so many fights. I'm sick of lettin' her down with that stuff, so I'm really gonna try this time. No seriously, I'm gonna do it! I ain't gonna let shit get to me anymore! I'm gonna turn the other cheek or whatever so damn hard it'll break my goddamn neck!

Oh, but that doesn't count for the dickheads who go out and try to pick on other people over stupid shit! I had to deal with it and I know how much it sucks, so there's no goddamn way I'm lettin' anyone else go through it when I'm around! Screw that!

[color=858bc4][b]Likes:[/b][/color]
Textiles
Cooking
Gardening
Drums
Cute things
Weeb shit
Exercise

[color=858bc4][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]
Dickheads who judge other people for their hobbies or looks or other stupid reasons
High temperatures
Boats

[color=858bc4][b]Goals:[/b][/color]
I... I dunno yet... I guess I wanna make Nat proud, and maybe it'd be sorta nice to make a couple of friends or somethin'?

[color=858bc4][b]Fears:[/b][/color]
Well, I know I don't wanna disappoint Nat anymore. Other than that... Ghosts. Definitely ghosts. Can't hit 'em 'cause they're... ethereal? 's that the word? I dunno, they're [i]ghosty...[/i] Jeez, fine. I'm frickin' terrified that people are just gonna keep on judging me forever, alright?! Now just drop it already!

[color=858bc4][b]Sexual Preference:[/b][/color]
Oh, uh... straight I guess? Nobody really gives me the time of day, so I don't really think about it too often.


[color=858bc4][u][b]Biography[/b][/u][/color]

[color=858bc4][b]Brief Bio:[/b][/color]
Well, ok, I guess. Not that much to say though. Like I said before, I used to live out in the asshole end of Russia or Siberia or somewhere around there. I don't really remember much about my parents, but I know I wound up in an orphanage by the time I was four. Now I dunno if you know this, but kids can be real pricks, especially when they think somethings 'weird', like a guy who makes scary expressions all the time, or that scary-lookin' guy bein' into shit like knittin' and cookin'. So they started comin' at me, and I started givin' back everything I got. I don't regret it either, the little shits had it coming! It [i]did[/i] make the caretakers see me as some kinda 'problem child', so in the end just tryin' to defend myself made things even worse. It all just wound up turning into some shitty spiral.

Then, when I was around eight, Nat found me. I still have no idea why she actually did it, but she got me outta that place and adopted me properly, so I can't really complain. Besides, for whatever reason, I already felt like I could trust her pretty easily even back then, so it was like I knew from the get go I'd be happier leavin' with her than staying where I was. And I mean, it's not like I was [i]wrong[/i] or anythin', I [i]was[/i] able to do all the stuff I like without having to look over my shoulder when I was home. It was just when I started school here that I realised being a piece of shit wasn't just a cultural thing. So in the end, I never really got away from the 'angry asshole' thing. Hell, I actually think it might've gotten even worse.

Anyway, you guys know the rest. I kept fighting people, I got better and better at it, all leadin' up to the bit where you assholes kidnapped me and stuck me in some random ass room and told to join the team. Don't even really know why I said yes, but I did, and now here I am dancin' around like your goddamn puppet. You're welcome.


[color=858bc4][u][b]Skillset[/b][/u][/color]

[color=858bc4][b]Talents/Skills:[/b][/color]
Alright, so you probably already know this, but I'm damn good in a fight, especially if I can get in close. I hit hard, and I can usually catch when someone's windin' up to hit me way before they actually go through with it. Hell, I'd even say my brain is at it's best when I'm in a brawl, always helpin' me stay a step ahead of whoever I'm up against and figurin' out weird ways to confuse 'em and get the advantage. Might not be the best with computers or any of that crap, but you can bet your ass I'll be more than good enough to keep the bad guys off whoever [i]is.[/i] Actually, I'm not bad at patchin' myself up after a fight either. Nothin' incredible, but probably more than the average idiot my age. And I'm also pretty good at keepin' myself in shape. If there's anythin' I know about all that sciency crap, it's nutrition and exercise stuff.

For the non-spy stuff, I'm pretty good at workin' 'round the house. Cookin', cleanin', all that stuff. Also, I don't mean to brag, but I'm probably better at sewin', knittin', or any other textile work than anyone I've ever met. Of course, you go spreadin' any of that shit around, I'll use those skills to sew your goddamn mouth shut, ya hear me?! This shit ain't leavin' this room! 

[color=858bc4][b]Gadgets:[/b][/color]
[u]Shock Gauntlets[/u]
Forgot what they were meant to be called, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they're [i]badass.[/i] Basically, the hand area is braced to make 'em hit a little harder, and they can generate a crazy powerful electric charge to mess people up when I punch 'em, or even more if I manage to [i]grab[/i] 'em. Even better, further up the wrist they've got a cord I can launch out, about twelve feet long, with a little hooky barb thing that can snag peoples clothes and reel 'em in. 'course, I don't need to extend it the whole length or reel it in straight away, I can also just loose it part way and use it like a whip, or even grab it like one of those chokey cords, think it's called a garrote. Best part? I can even send the electricity through the cord too! And all of that in what most people would think is just a normal pair of motorbike gloves! Coolest part of this whole spy gig, hundred percent.

[u]Shock Bola[/u]
Not as cool as the gauntlets for sure, but these things ain't bad either. Essentially a little ring-ish thing ya hold, and there are three cords comin' off the sides with metal weights attached to the ends. You spin 'em around to gather up the speed and then ya throw 'em at your enemies, where it'll tangle 'em up. Usually you throw it at their feet to trip 'em over, but you can get it around their arms and weapons if you aim right, make a little more time for yourself before they can start shootin' at ya again. Then when I press a button on my gauntlet, it activates 'em, sends a signal over to the ring to generate electricity and send it through the cords. Just a little extra way to keep anyone I tangle with 'em from gettin' back up, ya know?

And yeah, 's kind of it, really. Haven't actually needed anythin' else yet.

[color=858bc4][b]Shortcomings:[/b][/color]
Alright, look, I don't need ya to tell me I don't have much goin' for me. I've heard it all before. I know. Probably pretty obvious by now that my people skills are garbage, but you might not've heard yet that I'm a dumbass too. Ain't exactly doing the best in my normal classes ya know? Except stuff like Art and Home Ec 'cause you know, that shits actually fun, but all the normal classes for the brainy kids? Not my best area, gotta admit. And don't even get me started with tech shit, christ... I mean, I can [i]use[/i] it most of the time, but don't ask me how the hell it works.


[color=858bc4][b][u]Extra Stuff[/u][/b][/color]

Ok, so I don't actually know my real birthday, but Nat adopted me properly on the eighteenth of August, so that's when we celebrate it.
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[color=858bc4][b]Strength:[/b][/color]
A
Agent Aster's physical strength is remarkable compared to many others in his age group, likely due to what he views as necessity with how often he gets into physical altercations with other students. However, this is not entirely unexpected when one notes his regular training, even if he believes no one has noticed him doing so.

[color=858bc4][b]Intelligence:[/b][/color] 
D+
Agent Aster is not what one might call academically gifted. He has shown surprising knowledge in the areas of nutrition and physical fitness, and even some potential as a medic if properly trained, but the fields of mathematics, history, and any form of science not connected to the previously mentioned fields continue to elude him.

[color=858bc4][b]Close-Quarters Combat:[/b][/color] 
A+
Due to a combination his optimal physical condition and equally sharp instincts, Agent Aster has proven to be incredibly talented in the field of close-quarters combat. He is quick to adapt to various marital arts during training, and what had once merely been relatively straightforward brawling has evolved into a versatile style that can excel in both offence and defence, especially with the utilisation of grappling cords.  

[color=858bc4][b]Firearms:[/b][/color] 
B-
While not particularly poor with long range weaponry, it is far from Agent Aster's area of expertise. More likely than not he will need to rely on squadmates in a prolonged firefight, as he alone will be unlikely to succeed unless he can find a way to get into close range.

[color=858bc4][b]Concealment and Disguise:[/b][/color]
C+
While Agent Aster's skills in sewing and other textiles holds unexpected potential for the creation of disguises, poor interpersonal and acting skills make successful infiltrations unlikely as of this point. Perhaps in the future, should he get better at interacting with others, he may show potential in this area, but as of now it is simply not viable.

[color=858bc4][b]Strategic Thinking/Leadership:[/b][/color]
D
Despite a good ability to think up unorthodox solutions on the fly, Agent Aster is unfortunately too poor in terms of social interactions to be viable as a tactical leader at this stage. On top of this, Aster himself holds no confidence in his ability to lead, and would likely shift a leadership role to a teammate even if he were to overcome his social issues.

[color=858bc4][b]Mental Agility/Intuition:[/b][/color] 
A
Agent Aster's ability to come up with unorthodox solutions to issues at a moments notice may be one of his greatest points, allowing him to escape difficult situations in ways that are often extremely difficult for opponents to predict. This coupled with remarkable intuition allows him not only to be a powerful close range fighter, but to avoid many conflicts altogether, though admittedly it is seemingly quite rare for him to choose that path as of this stage.

[color=858bc4][b]Hacking/Computer Operation:[/b][/color]
D-
After much observation, it has been determined that Agent Aster should not be expected to perform any important activies related to computers. In fact, it is our current belief that Agent Aster may in fact be borderline tech-illiterate, capable of little more than locating and playing the program Full Tilt! Pinball on former Promenade operative Natalie Shaw's laptop.

[color=858bc4][b]Observation/Interrogation:[/b][/color]
B
While Agent Aster does seem capable at observing certain details and changes in an individuals body language, our current understanding is that this rarely extends beyond determining whether or not said individual is planning to start a fight, and how they are going to act in said fight. However, naturally intimidating facial features coupled with his general aggression allows him to be very effective in an interrogation environment, as long as a partner is present to play good cop to his bad cop and take note of any information revealed.

[color=858bc4][b]Linguistics:[/b][/color]
C
Though Agent Aster was born and raised in Russia, a fairly poor quality education means that his knowledge of the language is somewhat limited. He could make his way in the country without too much difficulty, but he has difficulty with more intricate concepts such as metaphors and common sayings.

[color=858bc4][b]Teamwork/Cooperation:[/b][/color]
C-
Unfortunately, though Agent Aster is technically capable of acting within a team, his long-running difficulties with interpersonal relationships makes it difficult for him. Though his willingness to trust fellow operatives has shown signs of improvement, and he is willing to put his own health at risk should he deem it necessary, he has an unfortunate tendency to argue or simply follow his own decisions if he disagrees with the instructions given to him, especially when they come from his own peers.
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