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The Spirits Within/Aeon

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍.

𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚋'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝙰 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚍𝚎𝚠' 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 - 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙳𝙵 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙳𝙵 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡-𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝-𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖-𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 - 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚋 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝙳 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙-𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 -

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎?

"𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝~?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏.

"𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 - 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢?

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Rob Hernandez - Hail to the King

_{Robert "Flyboy" Hernandez
◄ 25. ▎ 6'2 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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Present will there ever be hope in a world where the light dares shows it's face.

Moralism meant everything when you looked at a moral compass, who to save who to give up. It was a hard choice for some and those in between but you had to try - giving up meant they win. With the recent events in the years that came it was important to keep one's humanity. Those who didn't keep it were just monsters, they were the monsters being fought.

It was hard not to become one, striving with each step Robert kept it like he always did. Cool, Collected, Charamstic. Even funny? Hell, god was a comedian.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Hail to the king.

Flying high in the sky with his team is what mattered, being a pilot and fighting those who opposed a nation's will that was the dream. It was crushed at such a young age when the Stigma hit the planet without a second thought, perhaps his dream to fly would return after the war or perhaps in another bleak life. Though Robert shared a rare trait some barely thought they'd ever possess - being an Aeon, being stuffed with spirits. In all sense, this king of the skies was a god killer and that's all that mattered.

Smelling the roses and contemplating the who and the why of what happened with the Stifgma would come with self reflection after the war, as soon as Robert was old enough he signed up. Warfare seemed like the goto choice but in reality went with the navigators as he did have a chance to touch and fly a jet amongst other vehicles but it was a ll boring. The Stigma had ruined it all, but Robert persisted through these times.

Being the lead in his field he downed and squashed as many fungus-bois that dared reared their heads towards him, he's flown a variety of sorties of the years in the UDF which has earned him the reputation of being an Ace. The nick name of flyboy has simply stuck with him since, and it was endearing but not everything was about him just being an ace. Being a famous Aeon had it's perks, especially during the war.

Despite being able to melt and belt his way through most demons or creatures that came his way Robert remained for the most part as a supportive role, a healer. Not everything had to be death and despair, not everything had to be answered with violence.

Yet, if it's a war they want then nuclear fire is what they'll get.

_{F O R C E}

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Anything that slings led hangs on the hip of Hernandez, usually a .357 because bad ass can't be defined by a gun alone the style is the key.

Outside of that, assault rifles are the norm - but let's get to brass tacks.

The force inside of him usually revolves around, golden barriers, healing rays and orbs the type that keep you on the up and up and from - well dying.

The otherside of the coin is a volatile, nuclear hellfire that well. A mixture of earth and fire abilities allowed him to turn the ground into a molten lava, a nuclear hell hole if given the chance.

_{T R I V I A}

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Avid lover of cats.

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@Prisk Amended, the picture is the only one I see as good as I've reviewed other options V_V.

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*checks in*

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I'll hot spot you.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Rob Hernandez - Hail to the King

_{Robert "Flyboy" Hernandez
◄ 25. ▎ 6'2 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

---

Present will there ever be hope in a world where the light dares shows it's face.

Moralism meant everything when you looked at a moral compass, who to save who to give up. It was a hard choice for some and those in between but you had to try - giving up meant they win. With the recent events in the years that came it was important to keep one's humanity. Those who didn't keep it were just monsters, they were the monsters being fought.

It was hard not to become one, striving with each step Robert kept it like he always did. Cool, Collected, Charamstic. Even funny? Hell, god was a comedian.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

Hail to the king.

Flying high in the sky with his team is what mattered, being a pilot and fighting those who opposed a nation's will that was the dream. It was crushed at such a young age when the Stigma hit the planet without a second thought, perhaps his dream to fly would return after the war or perhaps in another bleak life. Though Robert shared a rare trait some barely thought they'd ever possess - being an Aeon, being stuffed with spirits. In all sense, this king of the skies was a god killer and that's all that mattered.

Smelling the roses and contemplating the who and the why of what happened with the Stifgma would come with self reflection after the war, as soon as Robert was old enough he signed up. Warfare seemed like the goto choice but in reality went with the navigators as he did have a chance to touch and fly a jet amongst other vehicles but it was a ll boring. The Stigma had ruined it all, but Robert persisted through these times.

Being the lead in his field he downed and squashed as many fungus-bois that dared reared their heads towards him, he's flown a variety of sorties of the years in the UDF which has earned him the reputation of being an Ace. The nick name of flyboy has simply stuck with him since, and it was endearing but not everything was about him just being an ace. Being a famous Aeon had it's perks, especially during the war.

Despite being able to melt and belt his way through most demons or creatures that came his way Robert remained for the most part as a supportive role, a healer. Not everything had to be death and despair, not everything had to be answered with violence.

Yet, if it's a war they want then nuclear fire is what they'll get.

_{F O R C E}

---

Anything that slings led hangs on the hip of Hernandez, usually a .357 because bad ass can't be defined by a gun alone the style is the key.

Outside of that, assault rifles are the norm - but let's get to brass tacks.

The force inside of him usually revolves around, golden barriers, healing rays and orbs the type that keep you on the up and up and from - well dying.

The otherside of the coin is a volatile, nuclear hellfire that well. A mixture of earth and fire abilities allowed him to turn the ground into a molten lava, a nuclear hell hole if given the chance.

_{T R I V I A}

---

Avid lover of cats.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Any healers yet? :P

The Spirits Within/Aeon

@Prisk Your RPs are just intoxicating and I keep getting drawn back, expect an awesome sheet tomorrow :e.

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UHHHH... UHHH?

BLEAK?????

I'm in.

Halo: Aegis Team

@krismer22

&

PO3. Ray Younan

The fight with the plant beast had been short and unremorseful, Elna was the first fire towards the bulb as the split-jaws were kidnapped one by one but thankfully, due to the fuel rod that had been fired the fight in the beast had been weakened. Ray let out a sigh of relief, the two seemed to have gone through their ammo in defending their team against the tentacles of new and old. It was exhausting to say the least. "God I already hate this planet." Elna murmured, the voice barely carrying as the combat had just finished. They had not even reached the objective yet and the team was just getting bogged down, first a storm now the plants. It's almost as if the planet worked against them. Ray reloaded his rifle, opting to keep quiet as the big wigs decided their course of fate. It appeared that everyone had came out of that encounter, unscathed. A change in pace.

The climb, however, was a sure change of pace for the two. The challenge looked daunting for Ray as he looked up in disbelief before Elna woke him up with a tap on the helmet. The pair made practically said their last rites as the Sanghelli ordered them up, Ray was to take the lead for the two as he climbed in the front, so to say. "Desk job they said - hah!" He said aloud almost tempting fate for himself. Elna grunted, following closely behind her goose egg. The prevention of his death, merely another job for the ONI SecFo. Upon reaching the top, Ray seemed exhausted from the climb with Elna closely behind.

The end game had begun.