Aaron Tasker

[Aaron Tasker]

The Basics

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Name: Aaron Marcus Tasker
Nicknames: Airy
Age: 14
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Power Mimicry-
As Aaron’s power has only recently developed, he must first touch someone to copy their power. If he is unaware of what power he has copied, or that he has copied a power at all, control is only a faint possibility. Once he realizes that he has, in fact, copied a power, he can generally shut it off, but if he is wholly unfamiliar with the power and the general mechanisms of control (shutting down telepathy is different from retracting pixie wings, for example), it would be safer for all involved to avoid him until it wore off. Though his control over the power is limited by the control of the original bearer of the power, if he doesn’t understand how the power works, it doesn’t matter how much control the person copied has. He could even mimic the power of a fully-trained meta-human, but if he didn’t have a basic idea of how to direct or shut off the power, it wouldn’t matter. The more times he has copied a power, the more familiar he will be with the uses of that power, and he will be able to have exactly as much control as the person copied.
Play By: Gaspard Ulliel

The Details

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? A faint scar on his left cheek, which dents inwards when he smiles. It’s from gashing his cheek on a glass-covered table when he was six. The story he tells, however, depends on how hard he’s trying to impress whomever asks and what he thinks they’ll believe.
General Appearance: Aaron is not the type who can flex and have every girl within a mile radius swoon. He’s got a thin build, with enough muscles that he doesn’t look like a string bean, but no more. He’s a little upwards of the average height for men, standing at 5’10. He hit his growth spurt a few months before puberty started, and it’s been going on and off since then. He can use that continuous growing as an excuse to explain his lack of muscle, but really, he’s too lazy to hit the gym on a regular basis. He’d rather spend his time reaching a high score on a computer game, or reading the latest fantasy book. Besides, public gyms are humiliating. There’s a thousand muscle-bound jerks lifting dumbbells, and then there’s him. He’d rather not pay for the privilege of humiliating himself, thank you.

While his lack of muscles keeps him from conventional, manly attractiveness, his eyes, hair, and scar give him an odd blend of boyish and rakish charm. When Aaron smiles, his scar dents inward, giving it a dimple-like appearance. Depending on the smile, it either gives him a knowing look, or a mocking one. His eyes, on the other hand, cannot flip between two looks. He has very expressive eyes, thwarting even his best attempts to hide what he’s feeling. Very rarely are they narrowed in anger. They tend to be wide, taking in the world with an almost childish curiosity. His eyes are his most attractive feature. While they are gray, in the right lighting, they can take on a royal blue shimmer. It’s no power, just a trick of the lights, but it’s still a fascinating quality. His hair, however, is nowhere near as interesting as his eyes. It’s the same deep brown as many Americans have. His idea of styling is “go to sleep, and hope it doesn’t stick up funny”. He finger combs it when nervous or bored, making it look even more tousled, but he doesn’t give much attention to his hair at all, unless he has a date. Which means he pays attention to it once in a blue moon.

He has very pale skin. It stands out sharply against his dark hair, but not with the unnatural starkness that suggests dyes were involved. It is very hard for Aaron to tan. Mostly, he burns, or, when he was younger, he freckled. When he does tan, it is very faint, darkening his skin only slightly. He’s almost completely given up. Really. He was in the backyard in only his underwear because... he was looking at the clouds. Honest.

When it comes to clothing, Aaron either dresses in throw-it-on-and-hope-for-the-best-wear, or semi-formal wear. He is most often found in the latter, which consists of a solid color button-up shirt and formal-looking black pants. Sometimes, he adds a tie to the ensemble, but as the dangling cloth can fall into Biology projects all too easily, he’s cut down on the frequency of wearing that particular clothing item. Yes, it makes him look like a hopeless geek. But he’s more comfortable in that way of dressing than the sag-your-pants-below-your-butt style favored by many of his peers. His geek factor is upped by his increasing need for glasses. He often makes do with contacts, but such things can fall out, or slip around, all too easily during a power training class. As time goes on, he’ll wear glasses more and more often. The glasses themselves have a thin dark brown frame, which does not support the bottom half of the lenses. As glasses go, they’re not as much of a flashing “bully me” sign as they could be.
Personality: Aaron is far from the life of the party. He is rather awkward in all but the most familiar social situations. People are nothing like the books he spends so much time with his nose buried in. Very rarely are their emotions spelled out clearly, and he’s terrible at deciphering the code of body language and facial expressions. He is absolutely not street smart, and while he can recognize a potentially hostile situation eventually, it’s usually too late. Not that he would be any good at defusing the situation, even with an advanced warning, anyway. Despite how much trouble it gets him into, a sarcastic comment or joke always seems to pop out of his mouth at an inopportune time. “It sounded better/funny in my head” is pretty much his catchphrase. That does not mean he is devoid of any kind of survival instincts whatsoever. If someone was being very threatening, he would run away. However, many hostilities are veiled under a smiling face, and when that happens, Aaron is pretty much done for.

His interactions with people he doesn’t know are pretty much limited to monosyllabic words and the inevitable verbal screw-up. Around people he does know, though, Aaron tends to relax and loosen up, which cuts down on his sarcasm. He can be a sweet guy, though he does come off as old-fashioned. His parents made sure their child was courteous, and that evolved into chivalry as Aaron got older. Those not used to his ways may see him as something of a misogynist, but he actually tries not to be disrespectful... in that way, at least. He does like to tease people, but if told to stop, he will. He’s very loyal to the friends he does have, simply because they’re hard to come by. Loyal to the point of stupidity is actually a better description. If a friend was becoming hostile to him, it would take him a long time to give up. He tends to think better of people the longer he knows them, and it takes a lot of evidence to shake his faith in a friend.

He may not be very people-smart, but he is absolutely the person to come to for homework help. He’s a bookish little geek, and has a great memory for factoids that may or may not be of any use at all. He has been described by a few people, himself included, as an encyclopedia. He is, however, still a (meta) human, with his own limitations. His weakest subject is math, but he can usually scrape by with a B. He’s not the best person to go to for help with that subject, though, as he’s too busy trying to figure it out himself to help anyone. When it comes to other subjects, however, he’s perfectly willing to give other students help. He’s more patient with people in when in the teacher role. Those whom he would get exasperated and hostile with in a more typical interaction get many more chances when Aaron is helping them.

Your Vices

Likes:
- Fiction books, ranging from sci-fi to all-out fantasy
- Science
- Mythology
- History
- Mexican food
- Animals, of almost any variety (he reserves the right to dislike animals on a case-by-case basis)
- Solving mysteries, even if they’re as simple as the location of someone’s missing shoe
Dislikes:
- The cold. He doesn’t complain about it often, though, as he’s too busy freezing to be sarcastic.
- Loud noises. He jumps and squeaks, and that is most undignified.
- Having to look up to see someone’s face
- Very exotic food, as in things that are absolutely unrecognizable
- The sensation of touching anything slimy or squishy
- Airplanes
- Bugs, of the creepy-crawly or bitey varieties
Strengths:
- Memory
- School
- Teaching
- Politeness and diplomacy (when relaxed)
Weaknesses:
- Math. While he is not bad at it, per se, it is a very stressful subject because he has to work very hard
- Divining people’s true intentions
- Loyal to the point of utter idiocy
- Mildly gullible
- Pretty people can wrap him around their fingers
- Chivalrous nature
- Freezes up in physical fights
Fears:
- Copying a power he can’t control and hurting someone
- Loosing his mind
Secret:While he doesn’t tell all of his secrets to any one person, he distributes them over those close to him, so there is nothing about him someone else doesn’t know.

Family Ties

Father: John Tasker, 45
Mother: Marian Tasker, 40
Siblings: James Tasker, 10, Holly Tasker, 7
Any Other Important People:Milady, cat, 2

History

Aaron was the first-born child of John Tasker, Esquire, and Marian Tasker, history professor at the local college and pyrokinetic. Both parents knew that their child could be a meta-human. So, they started instilling courtesy and respect for others in Aaron as soon as he could understand words. If he was a meta-human, they didn’t ever want to see his name linked to destruction. It was their duty to make sure he never did try for world domination or the like. The result was an adorable, sweet, naive kid who got the tar pounded out of him when kids started getting cruel in third grade. Everything about him screamed target. He was clueless about people, didn’t have a set group of friends, and got good grades. And he didn’t fight back. He ran. Not all of that was his parent’s lessons at work, though. Aaron was simply not a fighter. He didn’t like hurting people. He froze up when he tried to fight back. When he could get past the paralysis, his blows were frantic and uncoordinated, thrown more out of a desire to get away than a desire to cause anyone harm.

Then he learned that he didn’t freeze up if he was fighting for someone else. He would gladly leap on bigger kids, kicking and punching, if they were bullying someone else. He just caved in to fear if it was himself he was fighting for. His parents didn’t know what to do. Did they discourage Aaron from fight the good fight and getting himself in trouble as a result? Did they give him lessons in fighting, which might encourage him to become a bully himself? In the end, they did nothing but harshly defend their son in the inevitable parent-teacher conferences. Aaron backed off of his own accord, when it became clear righteous anger was no match for the advantages of physical size and numbers. He got shier, not sure how to interact with people in ways that didn’t involve him being a knight in tarnished armor. He helped people when they asked for school help, and that was pretty much it. He had learned by his parents’ example how to be blunt and outspoken, which made it hard for him to get along with other kids. He did have a few friends, but they were nowhere near as close as some other friends at their school. He envied his younger brother, who was making friends with ease. James, however, was a completely typical kid. He did stupid stunts on the playground, caught weird bugs for the express purpose of threatening Aaron with them, and threw mud at girls. Aaron had no example there.

Since elementary school was a difficult social environment, it was no surprise that middle school was hell. Suddenly, boys and girls segregated themselves, which came as a shock to Aaron, who had always gotten along better with the less violent opposite sex. Boys were expected to do sports. Aaron was uncoordinated. Everyone was expected to mouth off to teachers. Aaron sat in the front, silently getting good grades. Everyone needed to have a group of friends. To avoid being uncool, Aaron’s elementary school friends distanced themselves from him. In sixth grade, he just tried to avoid trouble. In seventh grade, teasing him got old, and his classmates directed their attention to the incoming sixth graders. Aaron started making friends with girls again that year, helped considerably by his adorable five-year old sister. The nicer girls could not resist precocious Holly, and her sweet, dorky older brother wasn’t that bad, either. In return for that assistance, Aaron got Holly a kitten for her birthday. The haughty tabby soon took over the house. Because of her condescending mannerisms and imperious voice, Aaron took to calling her Milady, and the name stuck. Soon, no one could remember what the cat’s original name had been.

In eighth grade, Aaron started growing. Most of his classmates had started growing before him, but his body made up for lost time by shooting up in fits and bursts. The result in ninth grade was a very awkward youth, who looked hilariously stork-like with his angular, thin frame. He filled out a little bit during ninth grade, a combined result of forced gym class and a pause in his growing schedule. His height was the most obvious result of puberty. Aaron didn’t grow much body hair, and his voice didn’t deepen anywhere near as greatly as those of some of his classmates. But he did get something from puberty that he would bet none of them did. A superpower.

It manifested only a week after school let out. Aaron was grateful for small mercies. He didn’t want to think about what he might accidentally do if it manifested in class. During one of the tedious conversations about his responsibilities as a rising adult, Aaron turned away and tried to leave to do the chores his mom was yelling about. Instead of allowing that impudence, Marian grabbed her son’s arm and instructed him to look at her when she was speaking with him. He turned, and flung his free hand in a gesture of exasperation. The calendar on the wall burst into flames. It took a while for the reality of the situation to register, then Marian slapped down on the fire with her mind, extinguishing it. Aaron, meanwhile, stared at his hand in shock. He had known about his mother’s powers, having received a very special “Talk” along with the embarrassing, more common one. He had just never applied them to himself. He thought his father’s human genes would mask his mother’s meta-human ones. Apparently, that was not the case.

Hammel’s people showed up soon after, telling Aaron that he could copy the powers of those he touched. The reactions of his family about his impending move to Hammel varied. John, though he loved Aaron, was grateful that he wouldn’t have to deal with random things bursting into flame after the boy so much as got a hug from his mother, never mind the fact that Aaron was getting used to the mechanisms for the control of pyrokinesis. Marian was proud that her boy would have the same opportunities that she had. James wanted to know when he would get his superpower. And Holly tried to stuff herself and her cat into her older brother’s suitcases every day until Aaron left.

Roleplay Example

It was a very nice summer day. The birds were singing, leaves rustled in a slight breeze, and there were only a few clouds in the sky. So it stood to reason that Aaron was inside, curled in a way his mother would shriek was ruining his back, reading a tattered sci-fi book for the umpteenth time. Quite frankly, he was afraid to do anything that might bring him into contact with others. He was still rather shy, and extremely awkward. Add to that the risk of touching someone and winding up with their powers, and he was not leaving the dorm for anything but classes and meals. No sir. His ability to mimic the powers of others was still not something he was entirely comfortable with. It might be easier to adjust to if he had a fixed power, but no. He had to adapt, not only to the concept that he was something... oother than human, but to whatever power he happened to mimic. The power he was the most familiar with, pyrokinesis, wasn’t even a common one at the school. No luck there.

Eventually, he knew, he would come out of isolation, simply because he could only take so much of being alone. An awkward, stilted conversation was better than no conversation. And he would never get better at talking to people if he didn’t try, right?

His attention was drawn to one of the many random pictures he had taped to the wall. It was James, dressed in his Halloween Jedi costume, striking a warlike pose for the camera. James, it seemed, had been born with the gift of the gab. Maybe it was because he was more into what was popular with boys his age than Aaron was. Or maybe it was because his brother was so domineering that he could make people talk to him, about what he wanted to talk about. Apparently, the dictator genes had passed right on by the eldest child of the Tasker family. Aaron wasn’t sure what to think about that. Sometimes, he envied his younger brother for his sheer force of will. Other times, he was very grateful that he didn’t get into as much trouble as James did. As it seemed a person could not have one without the other, Aaron would just have to stick to what he had.

He could be willful, he knew. He just wasn’t that way very often. And he was shy, which made it difficult to be imposing. Maybe if he had a fiercer, devil-may-care personality, he wouldn’t be locked in his dorm room. But he did, so he was.

Aaron shook his head, freeing himself from his reverie. He returned his attention to the battered science fiction novel, and the outside world vanished from his mind.

What About You?

Name: Numi
Age: Too old for this nonsense, and too young to care
Experience: Two years
How Did You Find Us? RPG Directory
Ready To Play? Sir, yes, sir!

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