Post by aegis on Aug 23, 2009 11:40:24 GMT -5
Mortifer Profile Application
Personal Information
Name: Aegis IV
Gender: Male
Age: Born in 1985, Aegis is currently twenty-four
Birthday: May 1st
Occupation: Sintec Employee
Personality and Appearance
Personality: Without a voice to speak it is rather obvious that Aegis is a quite individual, however if the situation calls for it he is quite proficient at conveying his thoughts or intent. He does however have the unfortunate habit of giving of a foreboding disposition when in a new place which can make most people a tad unwilling to make contact. In truth, however, Aegis immensely enjoys speaking with people, or more precisely being spoken to, and happily receives anyone who wishes to confide in him. As a result, Aegis has been nicknamed “Father” on more than one occasion.
Above any of his notable traits remains his perpetual analyzing of the world around him, a habit that he has come to gain a control over, however slight it may be. When not under control his mind latches to everything that it comes in contact with, even something as simple as sitting in a restaurant could send him into what he calls “overflow”. Overflow being the state he enters when his brain begins processing to much information and will actually temporarily flood his sight with a veil of light blue and disable his ability to hear to restrict information intake. On the flip side however this trait is invaluable for missions and of course for deciphering schemes.
Likes: The moon, thunderstorms, kind & scheming people, the sound of rain, and cliché lines
Dislikes: Overly arrogant people, guns, needles, heat, and Dogs
Appearance: Aegis’ is 5’8 with short scruffy black hair and has a body covered in scars which each vary in length and width. They run along his torso, arms, and legs; the most prominent of these are the three parallel scars across his throat and the scar on the right side of his chest which forms the Roman numeral “IV”. He commonly wears a black turtle-neck shirt to hide the scars across his throat and arms, though after wearing turtle-neck shirts for so long Aegis developed a nervous habit of adjusting his shirts collar repeatedly.
As for Aegis’ choice of lower garments, it’s always the same. pants. Of course the make and model is different from day to day but whatever he chooses it always covers the entirety of his legs. This is of course for the same reason that he wears turtle-neck shirts, to hide his scars. As for shoes, he simply wears a common pair of sneakers, quiet and comfortable.
History
History: It was five years, 38 days, and twelve hours ago the day Aegis’ history began, in a cold cell, collapsed against its smooth cement wall as the world slowly came into view through a haze of darkness. The only light penetrating the perpetual darkness was a single sliver of light slipping through the center of what Aegis would soon find was in fact a steel door. At the moment, however, this dull light seemed so ethereal that his listless dull eyes couldn’t turn away as though he were a child suddenly embraced by the hands of god. Of course whatever drug was running through his veins rapidly lost its effect and the light became far less impressive. His sight, now far more keen, scanned the dark empty room he was in; simply a cold square cell with walls of smoothed cement save for the five or six small craters that he made note of on each wall, the floor, and oddly enough the roof as well. He paid no heed, instead finding his focus instead on a square outline in the corner of the cell that he was barely able to make out.
Suddenly the door was flung open with a gut wrenching screech, Light flooded the room, burning Aegis’ eyes which had adapted to the rooms previous darkness. Two men sporting white lab coats swiftly cut across the room and grabbed him roughly before he could grasp what was going on. He immediately struggled to get loose, instinctively striking one of the men with a hard blow to the chest; a fortunate choice of actions for neither him whose arm he discovered obviously had serious injuries or the unfortunate man who was now violently coughing up blood. He tried to scream only to find silence escape his lips, a fact that would have seemed more traumatic if the man beside him hadn’t become a tad more imposing with the addition of the gun he had drawn. Aegis quickly jolted forward, digging his hand into the unfortunate man before he could take aim, the feeling of terror was shared between them in that instant. The man’s warm blood felt fire as it streamed out of the wound and along Aegis’ cold hand, his gaze locked blankly in incomprehension as the man before him dropped to his knees and then the ground, the hand that killed him slipping from the wound as he did so. Frozen, Aegis could only stare at the dead man for what seemed like hours before the haze that enveloped him was broken by approaching yells.
He panicked, running from his cell, managed only a few seconds to catch a glimpse of writing on the plate welded to the steel door before bullets flying by him prompted his body to run. Aegis ran through what seemed like a hellish maze of fluorescently lit light blue halls and steel cell doors, quickly escaping his pursuers, until eventually he came to a wooden door at the end of the hall. Throwing it open with what minimal strength he had, his blood pulsing in his ear like a pounding drum he ascended the stairwell that was on the other side of the door until he finally reached a painted wall that read “exit”. Without a thought he flung it open and stumbled out into the buildings back alley. With the last of his adrenaline nearly spent it was quite a task making it to the open street, however with a final burst of energy he bolted for it, tears streaming down his face from the now prominent protests of his limbs he tumbled into the street sidewalk.
It had taken seconds for civilians to call the paramedics and only a few more before they actually arrived and quickly carted him to a nearby hospital. The last image before he lost consciousness, burned into his memory, is the sight of giant words branded across the build he escaped from spelling out: “Cure”.
After quite a bit of healing in a rather uncomfortable hospital bed Aegis cut his rehabilitation short by means of narrowly escaping his recapture by black suited Cure goons and making a swift escape into the night with an arm full of stolen cloths. As read from his cell plaque he took up the name “Aegis IV”, though after deciding on that he found himself laughing at the thought of needing a name when you couldn’t say it, the three long scars across his throat the cause of which he assumed. Through all this though all Aegis knew was his age which was written on the plaque, his new name, and the name of the company that saw fit to do god knows what to him. On top of simply not having the slightest memory of anything before those few moments before he escaped he was reminded of it at every turn by the fact that he could remember an inane amount of information he obviously learned before his escape since from his very few interactions he found that his level of intellect was generally above most. It gave an ever present sense of irritation in the back of his mind. However these qualms were set aside for a later time, for now all he could fathom was the prospect of tearing this company called “Cure” apart, bit by fleshy bit.
However all of this is part of a much larger tale so for the sake of time I think we will end it here. If you want to know the rest I would put it out of mind, best not to ask questions.
Family: None (?)
Friends: Just acquaintances.
Enemies: None left at the moment.