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[valiant.]

➥Ħɛʏ, Ɩ'м Δι∂ɛи

Name:
Aiden Samuel Turner
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty Two
Birthday:
January 21st

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Appearance:
Aiden is rather attractive with his usual tousled dark brown hair and sky blue eyes. He isn't exactly aware of his appearance and because of that he doesn't like to modify himself to other's likings. He doesn't style his hair a lot like other boys his age and he isn't always after girls. With his slightly rounded jaw and "gentle" facial shape Aiden really gives off the look of a happy and kind boy. He usually wears jeans and a simple tshirt, sometimes he will be in a tuxedo for attending dinners with his father's coworkers.
Height:
5'7
Weight:
190-180 pounds
Body:
Aiden does work out and plays football. His muscles aren't huge but he isn't very flabby. His biceps are a little bulky and so are his legs from playing and working out but he doesn't pay attention to that either. He does have a tattoo, above his ankle on his left leg. It is a simple cancer ribbon, his friends pressured him into getting it and he isn't sure if he regrets it or not.

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Personality:
Aidan may seem very airy at first and very daft. He isn't though, he is extremely intelligent and has high grades in all of his classes. He strives for the best and always tries to push past his limits. He is a goal setter and will always try to get to his goal. Because of this Aidan always seems to be spaced out, he is simply just thinking. This boy isn't afraid to discuss his opinions and debate, he loves to learn and checks the news every day. He likes to be socially active and mentally active.

Aidan is always listening and learning as he makes his way through each day. He is always on the search for artistic tips. His drawing is extremely good and he hopes to enroll in an artistic academy. This boy may seem to block everyone out but he loves to listen to others. He is humble and gentle, he hates to hurt others feelings. Making new friends is hard for him though, but he is a very good friend if you decide to spend time with him. Those he loves are always treated with his attention and time. He likes to cuddle although he doesn't exactly get the opportunity very often. That doesn't bother Aidan though, not much does. He likes to draw out his anger and try to suppress it, it's best to leave him alone when he is unhappy. Time alone gives him time to calm himself and think.

Since he was declared guilty Aiden has completely lost his old personality. He isn't happy and when he isn't happy he's very different. Now he is rather scraggly, quiet and very calm, more calm than he usually would be. But he will snap under a lot of pressure, due to the amount of events in the past month.
History:
Aiden has always had a relaxed and normal life which he is very thankful for. His father works for a large company and his mother works at home so she is there for when his two younger sisters get back from school. His two sisters, Gabby and Ariel, are twins and are thirteen. There is a bit of a space between the children's ages but it isn't anything to be concerned about. Aiden has moved several times but other than that and vacations he hasn't been around a lot. He's fine with that though.
Within the last month Aiden has no idea what happened to his life. Being falsely accused and then being sent to jail was rather upsetting to him. He was framed, an innocent. Nobody listened though. Not even his father, who he had been close to since he was young. His family has completely left him and he's alone now, left to think about what will happen to his future, how he'll never fulfill his dream of university an how he'll never be the same. He really needs comfort, but he isn't getting any.
Likes:
↬ Cats
↬ Girls
↬ Drawing
↬ Relaxing
↬ Quiet areas
↬ Music
Dislikes:
↬ Busy places
↬ Big-headed guys/girls
↬ Artificial girls/girls who belong in the group of "Facebook girls" and "plastics"
↬ Biased people
↬ Insects
↬ Being interrupted and used
↬ Being completely ignored
Fears:
↬ Arachnids
↬ Tight spaces
↬ Being hurt
↬ Being used and treated badly
↬ Knowing he caused others pain and watching others in pain

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Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Single
Crush:
Nobody at the moment

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{{ twenty-one \ the pretty sleuth

Astrid Graysen is not your typical detective. For one, she's pretty. Most beautiful girls prefer a modeling job of that of a detective, but Astrid decided against that the moment she realized what a terrific detective she would be. She'd easily take a case over a photoshoot because she doesn't like to flaunt herself or her body. She's one of those laid-back, shy types who stays away from most people, but when she's with her friends, is a bubble of energy. Astrid's best trait is that she's always happy. She refuses to be let down by bad news, and firmly believes in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. She'll invite over her closest friends and they'd watch Disney films and dress up as princesses and sing into hairbrushes. She clings to her childhood like a lifeline because for Astrid, it's the only thing she has left. When Astrid was seventeen, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was terrified to go to a doctor, and eventually she died. Just half a year later, her father died of heart failure. He died peacefully, but it didn't make her feel any better. She moved to Australia with her little sister, Sofia, and Astrid's been taking care of her sister since then. She heard about the case over the radio, and left Sofia with her cousin Stan while she flew out to Italy. The most important things in Astrid's life are her sister and her friends. They're the ones who make her smile every day, and she would do anything for her sister. Soia is Astrid's entire world; the two can't stand being apart for long. Sofia cares for Astrid like a sister, a mother, and a best friend, and Astrid is grateful for it. If she could've taken someone with her to Italy, it would have been her sister.

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{Looks great, who starts? c: }

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( sorry it's so short. i just wanted to get it up before i forgot/ my computer shut down and deleted it :p )

❛❛ astrid
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✰ ✰ My arms tightened around Sofia's body as I pulled her to my chest. I'd be gone for a whole two months ─ the longest I'd ever been away from her. Her little seven-year-old hands were wrapped around my neck, her face nuzzled in my shoulder, and I could feel something wet soaking through my shirt sleeve. I pushed Sofia up gently, then smiled at her and leaned forward to give her a kiss on the forehead.
“Don't miss me too much,” I said, “Stan'll get jealous.” Sofia giggled, and I got to my feet leading her over to Stan. She yawned and sat down watching Stan and I with wide eyes. “Take care of her, Stanley.”
Stan nodded, swinging a bag over his shoulder and giving me a hug. “Don't stress, just focus on the case, alright?” I nodded at him, hefting the bag off of his arm. With a wave and a final smile, I turned away from my family and headed for the plane.
The first place I stopped was a Starbucks. I walked inside, all eyes immediately turning to stare at me. I ignored them, and headed straight to the counter. The lady working there smiled at me, and I smiled back before telling her my order: a large coffee with cream, as well as a blueberry muffin. The woman charged me, and I headed over to an empty table. It was right in the corner near a huge painting of Paris, and my eyes drifted over to it. Near the bottom of the piece I could just make out the outline of a man, holding the hand of his daughter and his other hand around his wife's waist. I blinked, then moved to the seat on the other side of the table so I wouldn't have to stare at the painting; it wasn't the best, anyway. Something slid onto the table, and I looked down to see the coffee and muffin. Licking my lower lip, I carefully peeled back the wrapper and began to devour my muffin.
Two painful hours later, I found myself being shaken awake by a man; he looked maybe in his mid-thirties, and he was gesturing wildly toward the door. I stared at him confused, and suddenly I caught on: it was time to go! I snatched my bags immediately, thanked the man for waking me, and took off toward the plane's entrance, eyes wide now. The pilot nodded curtly at me, and I shuffled awkwardly down the rows of people, eyes searching for the empty seat I knew was mine. Finally they caught on it, and I hauled my suitcase up and over my head, somehow managing to stuff it into the already 3/4 filled compartment. I shoved my remaining bag, my backpack, under the seat, and leaned back, ready to finish my nap.
A loud, long wail directly in my left ear prevented me from dong so, however. I turned my head to glare at whoever was screaming at me, and found a sweet, angel-faced baby ─ a sobbing angel-faced baby. "Are you kidding me," I hissed under my breath, "A baby?" The baby's mother heard, apparently, because she glared furiously at me and swiped up the child, pressing his to her bosom. I sighed before leaning back in my seat and shutting my eyes, only to be awoken by the baby.
This was going to be a long flight.

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{I hate it when that happens. It's fine anyway. c: }

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Aidan Samuel Turner| Brooding | Prison

The white walls and gray metal bars encased Aiden in this hellhole, he had stared at them for hours on end and found himself hating them more and more. He was innocent, he didn't belong here, he never would. A month ago he thought that he would be in college now, not in this awful place. But no matter how much he repeated the word innocent to judges, police and wardens nobody believed him. Not even his own father, who had completely turned his back on his son when his child needed him. By now Aidan was sure that he was disowned. Maybe he was just Aidan Samuel now, no Turner. It was a funny and strange thought. It upset him at the same time though.

Standing up off of the creaking "bed" Aidan paced the cell, lips drawn into a tight line. His eyes were slightly blood shot and had several bags underneath them. There was a messy stubble on his chin being as he had barely any opportunity to shave and if he did he had to be watched. It was pathetic, he wasn't even trusted with a simple razor. They thought he was insane, they thought he had killed that woman. He didn't though, he was in the same building but he was nowhere near her. There was a loud bang, a scream and some shouting by the room he was standing by. With that he had simply left the building. People thought he had murdered her, just because she was an ex. It made no sense and he sat down again, rubbing his temples with a stressed sigh.

There had been so many court rulings, interrogations and interviews. He had answered them all truthfully, nobody believed Aidan. Today he had his last court session. He already knew he had lost. It hadn't started yet because a young detective was flying in today. The strange thing about that was that she wanted to help him. Yes, him. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, everybody thought he was a villain. She was supposed to come here and get him so he rested his back against the cold stone wall and waiting, thinking as he did.

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