Age: 26
Appearance:
Since I’m not allowed to draw him here is a picture I stole and edited (ignore the weird sweater).
He usually wears shorts and singlets.
Bio:
Aaron had been living with his late wife (who happened to be six months pregnant with their daughter) and teaching music up until shortly after the virus became more than just something on the news. It was in the very early hours in the morning that Aaron lost his family and discovered his powers; up all the previous night grading essays by students in his class. His consciousness fuelled only by the coffee in his cup, his cheek in his palm the only thing keeping his head falling onto his desk, the sound of shattering glass had been startling and the scream that followed it even more so. One of the infected had forced itself through the bedroom window and knocked over one of his wife’s vases then set itself upon the screaming woman. By the time Aaron got there his wife was on the ground wrestling someone in the dark, the sudden rush of adrenaline allowed him to reef the perpetrator off his wife. At the same time something warm and wet splattered across his face and his wife went quiet. He spared no time in bearing down on who he now assumed to be some sort of psychopath, hissing and growling. His fist connected with their jaw and sent them flying into the wall, falling to the ground. In the dark it was hard to discern what had happened, but as he turned away from the attacker and went to his wife, the only sound that came from her was spluttering and gurgling as she tried to speak. Aaron’s world came to a grinding halt in that moment, framed in the light of the morning sun that crept in through the window. He could see now that her throat was all but torn apart and the only thing he could see where her lifeless blue eyes and stained brown hair, the sound of wheezing and groaning behind him only just registering. That was when he knew that it was more than just some crazy person that did this. Needless to say he finished what business he had with the other in the room, his arms and chest burning while his vision blurred with rage and tears. After that it was all he could do to keep himself going, hardly comprehending what had happened. His house burned with the fire that had seeped from rocky crags in his arms. Whatever little he had salvaged from his home went into his car and with him to the East. The only reason his power’s destructive abilities didn’t resurface while he was driving was due to the fact everything felt like a dream, and there was little else he could do but focus on the road. He later felt selfish for leaving the bodies behind, but he knew that if there was one thing she wanted it would be for him to keep on going.
That’s how he ended up in Barclay, pretty much just by chance really. He just happened to end up at their gates after a week on the road. I like to think that he's been in Barclay for a while. He acquainted himself with the Mayor and offered whatever skills he had so as to earn his keep in the town. Apart from being a music and singing teacher he's also a pretty damn good chef.
Ability:
His arms and legs are like stone and when he goes through extreme emotional or physical stress they crack and spew fire (looks kinda like this awesome lava). He goes through a lot of shirts and boots like this; which is why he hardly wears anything but singlets and shorts. He can’t control it very well, but he’s learning how to control it at will.
Physical mutations:
From his feet to his knees and the entirety of his arms is just coal black, hard as stone (yet still has some give to it) and always fairly warm or hot. This doesn't go away.
Standard weapon:
Blunt trauma weapons mostly since it isn't safe for him to handle firearms. (See what I did there?)
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