Aaron Alexander Alberny, from Darker Than Black: The Fallen, a roleplay on RPG

Aaron

Full Name:Aaron Alexander Alberny
Age:22…ish “What a rude question!”
Gender:Male “S’far as I know.”
Number: NO.1 “They say ‘ichi’ ‘round here!”
Messier Coordinate: DE-306 “Who? Me?”
Race: Contractor “Oh, I’m an Alien!”
Ability/: Instantaneous Combustion “Flashy, i’n’t it!”
Price/Medium: Comatose like Sleep “Nap time…Gr-ea-t.”
Weapon:Pistol, knife, lighter, and a phone “That last one is the real danger.”
Height:188cm (6’2") “Oi! I’m British, yo’ limey, you’re just short!”
Weight:84kg (185lbs) “Go on…’ave a feel, you’ll like it.”
Face Claim:Izumo Kusanagi – K Project (Anime) “That guy looks just like me! Blimey!”

Appearance:
“Well Love, you see tha’s a difficult question. Askin’ me to describe myself to you when you’re lookin’ right at me… not because the answer is difficult but because I so want to blow you off an’ just call ya a moron…see my problem?”
Aaron is a man born and raised in the British Isles, Wales to be precise, and stands out quite literally in a crowd because of this. No really! He STANDS out, I mean he thought that the people of Asia were just made to look small in movies and such but they really are tiny around him He is typicallt half a head taller than the next tallest peson in the room and he’s not even that tall for a Brit, just average really. His shining blonde hair, “and yes ladies, it’s natural…” and ‘Devil may care’ gaze give him that dreamy appearance of western movie stars or anime bad boys. And yet he’s always smiling… or some variant there-of.

He’s got sharp cut features and a pronounced, but not overstated, chin with a bright white set of pearlies that one wouldn’t find in the Isles. Add this handsome face to his tall and well-kept frame and you’ve got a lady killer by his own accounts. He always dresses well, with either brand name and spotless jeans and a button down silk or satin shirt or a pair of fine slacks and handmade shoes. His dad was a high ranking officer in the British Navy and his family a rather well to do lot who always had their affairs in order. Technically he’s a noble and carries that breeding with him with his good looks and profile. But it’s all done not for others but rather himself, “Some call me metro... others; homo… me; I just call myself awesome.” either or he is almost always presentable; except right after he wakes up, which he hates.

His eyes are a bright green with golden flex surrounding the inner border of his iris, although they are rarely seen clearly as he always wears his transition glasses. Not that he needs them but he likes the look apparently, the last guy who tried to take them from him is still eating through a straw. Otherwise though he’s a smiles sort of guy, always grinning from ear to ear. And always ready to get you another drink at his bar.

Personality:
“Oh well I’m an open book, Love, ask me anything an’ I’ll give ya an answer with nary a bit of sarcasm…except for that las’ bit there… and that bit there… and that… and, well, you get the idea.”

Sarcastic, yeah. Vain, of course. A bit of an arse, come on he’s a Brit! And yet most would like nothing better than to have him as a shoulder to help carry their loads. He’s been described as a, “tall tree that would bend and sway with the breeze but at its core was iron and at its base would never falter” that sums up the way he acts. He’s the kind of man who’s very flexible, plenty fine to let another take the lead to let another call the shots to the end but he will never be a true follower because at his centre he is a stone. He sits back, the second in command type with all his brilliance and glamour and let the world just flow around him. He’ll go along with the wills of his friends, with the wind, but eventually he’ll stand back up against it if that wind should push too hard.

Overall though he’s fun loving, what would you expect from a man who owns a bar for the fun of it though, with family money and a large degree of friends in high places no one would be a nervous wreck, right? Well that’s a bit here and there I’m afraid. See he’s a great guy who’s quick to a joke and slow to anger but when he gets to the point of anger everything changes. One must not forget, must never forget, that at his core Aaron is a contractor, calculating and logical, to the point most would call him emotionless, and while he is smiles to the front he still is a killer. His anger is something to fear too, not because of his powers or guns, but because of his mind; the man’s a genius and a bloody angel of death should he be crossed.

The two men were just standing there, having just come through the door of the bar, and locked it, and were now just looking at the patron of the establishment expectantly. The tall blonde haired man was just cleaning a wine glass with a spotless cloth methodically with another five in a line on the counter waiting their turn as the man who was clearly the senior and in-charge spoke, the other man shuffling his feet and gripping his had oddly with clear nervousness. The man went on, his explanation was rather vague but these things often were and while the patron seemed to be completely aloof as he looked to the young woman sitting down the bar with brown hair and bright green eyes and brought her a drink he no doubt heard every single words. “So… will you take the job?”The man asked as he stood stock still like this wasn’t the first horrible thing he’d ordered.

The patron, Aaron, turned he head to the man and shrugged, “Not without a few questions first…” the man shrugged so Aaron continued in his broken Japanese spattered with British slang, leaving the woman with a fresh drink, “You want me to kidnap the incumbent’s children from school… sounds easy enough… but during the school day? Are you bloody conked?”

“If you take them quietly then they can handle it quietly… I want a media storm on this. Keep the bastard’s balls in a vice.” the man answered is more than a slight feel of venom and enjoyment. Politics were always nasty.

Aaron, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed by this and just continued by cleaning the next glass, “Okay, fair enough… and you’re offering plenty for the job… but I’ve got one issue there gov’ner… what do me and me mates do if we meet and resistance form staff or students?” he placed the glass back on the bar and picked up the third with a look of ‘answer that sonny Jim’ in his eyes.

There was that evil look again as the man seemed to pat himself on the back, “That’s the beauty of this plan. I want panic, I want disaster, so when you’ve got the kids I want you to pick the nearest class room and kill everyone in it, kill anyone you come across. Make this a day that will forever be remembered and associated with the old regime!”

“Oh…well… that changes things.” Aaron said as he put down the glasses and stepped to another part of the bar closer to the door where the register was located.

“I assure you that the compensation for such will be substantial.”

Aaron nodded his head and seemed to be thinking it over for a moment as his hand slipped beneath the bar, “That won’t be necessary, the money is fine… see, we’ve got a different issue now.” Aaron brought his hand up, the black barrel and slide of his pistol level with his eye as he put a single round into the man’s chest without a blink, “I don’t do mass murder... or children…”

The other man was pressed against the wall in fear, as his partner dropped to the ground and fell forward dead; the Patron groaning something about the hardwood. The man was shaking as the Patron turned the gun on him.

“Right… you there, take ‘our friend and go, oh and tell whoever sent cha’ to bugger off, an’ if they want to try and frazzle us then the lories are in for a hell of a day!” he threatened… unfortunately in English. The man just shivered in fear as the tall patron sighed and started attempting to repeat himself in Japanese again, but for some reason he was struggling, probably due to all the British slang he’d used. So he turned to the woman at the bar. “Oi, Maya, you gonna just sit there or are you gonna make ya-self useful, love? Blimey.”

She rolled her eyes and glared at him, “Learn the damned language, Cazzo!” she scolded in English, and a moment of Itallian, before turning to the man and shouting some simpler orders in Japanese for him to take the body and get out. “Geez… you’d think after a decade and a half here you’d have learnt Japanese.”

”Oh ho! Now you’re my mum are you?” the man had vanished and taken the body with him, leaving Aaron and Maya alone as he brought her a slice of pie and smiled his usual smile. Like nothing had happened the blood still streaked to the door.

Aaron is that way. He’s got lines he doesn’t cross, and try to make him cross them or piss him off, and he’ll kill you stone dead. There are three ways to do this that Maya, the person he’s known the longest, is aware of are as follows; ask him to kill multiple children, ask him to kill a close friend, or damage his bar… well, the last one will earn you a slap not a bullet but it will still earns a slap to the face.

Basically… he’s a weirdo!

Likes:
1. His bar
2. His mates
3. His pub food
Dislikes:
1. Sushi
2. French
Flaws:
1. He has a weaker ability
2. He has personality flaws
3. His payment can activate suddenly and without warning
Talents:
1. Hand to hand
2. Knife work
3. Pistol work
Fears:
1. That his friends will be taken
2. That his payment will cost him everything

Bio:
Born to the prominent Alberny family of Wales Aaron was the typical British aristocrat of the 21st century, meaning he was like any other bloke in the posh overly gilded private school he went to. Damn those rich kids and their snobbery, he always loved being a snob. But then when he was fourteen he met this girl form the working class. He was the typical rich boy, thinking he was so stylish in his highbrow clothes and his expensive haircut as his driver pulled up to the restaurant and ordered whatever he and anyone else he brought with him wanted, and while he was cute she was having none of that. That small town girl, barely even a month older than him, had that rich boy all figured out the moment he swaggered up. But then the restaurant owner’s daughter walked into his life and she tore right through it.

She brought him into a whole new world, taught him the truth of the streets and the ways of the less noble. His parents hated it… he loved it though, and he loved her. But when he turned sixteen his parents decided that enough was enough. His father got a new posting in the navy in Japan and he was dragged along for the ride. Still it taught him something, that he had no control over his own life choices as a rich kid. And so he decided to change that. And he would have, he would have ran away, would have rushed back to that girl in a heartbeat, but that’s when fate intervened. She rushed to him instead. She said, “I didn’t come to see you… I came for school…” he got closer and looked at her soulfully, “and uh… I heard the stars are brilliant here…” yeah, he kissed her.

Well things went all Hollywood then, and you know how boring that is, but everything was great and they were even engaged for a few years. Would have been married too… but, that was when it happened… when the Gate descended, and the stars vanished. And so did she.

Fast forward to the present, and everything has changed at every level imaginable. Sure he’d gained a lot, a logical view of the world that came in quite handy with taking some seed money from his parents and turning it into a real fortune before faking his own death, a new body that was like those form movies, and then there was the freedom of action he gained in his post collegeic life garnished with some supernatural abilities. But if he was honest, he’d rather trade that all for her… for another kiss…

Still the new Aaron Alexander Alberny was born when the gate descended and since then nothings been boring since.

He opened a British pub with his small fortune and figured he’d just settle down, start a life of his own even without his emotions, and just move on. But that wasn’t meant to be. That was when an old man walked into the newly opened bar, ordered a drink, and made the liquid float through hthe air like it was smoke. Introduce the Syndicate.

There’s more history, and more pain in his past, and more joy I might add, but that’s for later all you need to know is he’s a Contractor, he’s brilliant, he’s dangerous, and he’s a Brit. Any other questions? Yes? Too bad.

Equipment:
Pistols:Aaron never goes anywhere without at least one if not two of his favourite pistol on him, his Walter PK15’s. (NOT A REAL GUN)

These pistols fire 10mm, 9mm, or .40 ammunition depending on which barrel and assembly he has equipped them with. He also has a suppressor set and a back duel holster that can allow him to carry these weapons both suppressed without being noticed save by some very, VERY, keen eyes (Your average contractor won’t even notice them). These pistols have been personally moulded by a friend of his to be fit to his hand, the grips are so finely designed that he can release the weapon and let it hang from his palm and they will not fall until a few seconds have passed. The slim profile, however, means that unless chambering a smaller round he can’t carry more than seven to nine rounds per mag, but he makes up for that with his accuracy.

Knives:This British badass is almost never without his pistols, true, but his knives leave his person even less. Due to his businesses (yes, both of them) he’s often in situations most would be uncomfortable in, so he’s always armed, literally. He has a holster assembly for his back that places his pistols vertically next to his spine at his lower back, and his long knife placed running along his spine with the hilt facing down. This is his largest blade at almost a foot and a half long, thus he usually only wears it if he’s wearing a coat or blazer.

Now while the above is his largest and most damaging weapon it’s not the one that he typically keeps on his person at all times. That honour goes to this little beauty. See he needed something reasonable in size could be placed anywhere on his person, so he got just that. He got a R4Z0R (Called a Razor)

He doesn’t really need a third knife, right? Wrong! He’s a bloody assassin you twit; of course he needs a third knife! And what better to have than a classic Ka-Bar. This small Ka-Bar Last Ditch LDK TDI; a boot knife with a nasty bite. This tactical claw is perfect for assassinations with its deep grade and L frame structure a quite stab to the spinal cord and you’re done.

Phone: Without a doubt, his single most dangerous and deadly item that this Contractor carries on him is this little, insignificant smart phone. Why? The contact list. Simply put this phone is his life’s work build over time. Everyone knows him, and everyone owes him a favour or two.

One of his favourite moments was when he and his crew were stuck dealing with a nut job Contractor who used her ability to alter peoples’ perception to get a hold of some dangerous material… files, on all the known Contractors and their associates in Tokyo from the CIA. Needless to say Aaron couldn’t let that kind of intelligence get out of the city. While the Contractor was driving on the mountain side outside of town far out of his team’s reach he withdrew his phone ever so calmly, and made a quick call. In a few minutes a flare streaked across the sky from a nearby Navy base before detonating on the side of a mountain. A “Training Accident” that ever so conveniently occurred just in time to prevent some of his allies information from getting into the wrong hands. Normally though, it’s used to make deliveries of a more benign kind… whiskey!

Aaron Alexander Alderny

Snap!Flash! the tip of his finger flared in a red blur as smoke was pulled into the flame building atop his digit, lighting the end of the cigarette waiting just across from his bare skin. Aaron breathed in deeply as the poisonous fumes entered his lungs. He loved it, despite himself, knowing full well how many health risks he was taking, but he rolled his own so there weren’t as many poisons in his smokes, and it was more recreational smoking than habitual. Now the obsessive cleaning of the silver hand gun before him… that was habitual. He slid the metal spring back into place and brought the slide down onto the rail, pressing it back and holding it steady as he inserted the pin into place at pivot joint. At last he inserted the magazine into the handle, pulled back the action, and heard the tell-tale click as the weapon slid into condition one.

With that he kicked back and slid the four legs of the chair he was sitting backwards in sliding across the floor with a hellacious noise before it stuck a few feet from the table he had been sitting at and was more in the centre of the room. He stood and pun the chair on one leg pinning the opposite peak on the ball of his hand as he looked behind him to the two bound and gagged figures beside him before the chair had spun a full 990 degrees to be facing toward the two figures before he sat in it again, crossing his legs and taking out his cigarette to tap off the ash that had accumulated onto the floor of the battered old building. They were nearer to the gate than he’d have liked but this was the only part of the city one could find throw away buildings like this one anymore, hat with the population being forced out of 15% of the city by the damned wall and That Thing behind it. “So!... shall we continue?” he asked to the male of the tow figures.

“Go…to hell… Contr-contractor.” He stammered breathing heavily still as blood dripped fomr his mouth. The other figure, a woman, was still not only firmly gaged but her ears were wrapped and her eyes were covered, she wouldn’t be able to hear anything spoken hell wouldn’t hear anything short of a gunshot, and couldn’t see the room or the people in it. Her husband, on the other hand, was still just bound and the gage hung loosely around his neck, Phat! “You and your kind… and that doll there! You’re all monsters!” he managed after he spat out a wad of blood.

Aaron just nodded his head with an agreeable look as he mentioned that contractors were scum, “Can’t argue there mate… but Dolls?” he turned to look back at the table he had been cleaning his gun at, where a young girl in a red and white dress sat, her hand on the wooden table and her blank eyes staring out the window, “-I think he means you’re a monster too Abigail.-” he returned his gaze to the man and shrugged, “Dolls are sweet, or sour depending on how you look at it, they’re like puppies with simple and pure intentions that will always be loyal. See, mate, we just met on the wrong foot.”

“Heh, is that so?”

“It is.” Aaron stood and walked over to the man standing before him, the guy was barely waist height to Aaron while kneeling, and as the bound man strained his neck to look Aaron in the face he was struck, Smack! Aaron’s palm came across the man’s face, spraying blood from the man’s already wounded nose and mouth across the decrepit walls, a moan escaped the woman followed by a whimper as Aaron’s back leg brushed her foot. She recoiled in fear as all her senses were blinded but her husband’s were fine and he was cursing up a storm. “But you… look at me!” Smack! “You lot are the real monsters. Completely human, emotional and irrational humans, which makes you way worse…”

Dood doo, duh duh, doot doo. Aaron put up his finger to pause the conversation as he took out his phone and moved toward the window, “-Hello… Ah yes, took you long enough.-” he began to pace across the window, speaking to an unheard mumble on the other end, although it was a conversation in English so the man wasn’t getting much although the girl seemed perfectly at home with it, or something like that as a Doll is very hard to read. “-I’m still not satisfied with the orders you gave to Blue Flame…-”

“…”

“-No, no, you’re right there, he shouldn’t have done as he did, but-”

“…”

“-You don’t get it, if you’re going to risk members of this team on stupid- no, ignorant missions then-!”

“…”

“-Me? Irrational? Ha! Don’t make me laugh, you limey git! I’m a Contractor, I don’t do irrational.-”

“…”

“-…Because, as I’ve told you before, Mate, killing her now would be too loud! Mary mother of God, are you that thick? You’re just going pull more attention to what should look like a standard fire-!”

“…”

“-Fuck off, you bloody moron, I’ll do my job…-”

“…”

“-Save the threats, Handler, if you’re wanting to try your luck you know where to find me. Good bye!-” he forcefully hit the button to hang up on the phone before putting it back in his pocket and breathing in heavily, finishing off his cigarette and tossing it away, “-Abigail…where’s Blue Flame now?-” he asked.

The table seemed to not change to the average eye but to a Contractor or Doll the wood shimmered as a bubbling blob of bluish... eh… substance… extended from the wood. That was Abigail’s Medium, wood. The billboard across form Takumi as he stood atop the building was made of wood and a similar structure arose upon it at the same moment far away from the neglected and abandoned building Aaron and Abigail currently occupied. “-He’s on top of a building to the West… I’m not sure what he’s doing… should I contact him?-”

Aaron sighed, “-No… he’s a big boy, he’ll do what he thinks is best.-” he had to take a moment for himself though, he almost slipped up, he almost said what he feels is best… huh, yeah right, feelings governing a Contractor. He brushed it off though and returned to the man.

“Did you finish your phone call?”

“Uh huh… you know, you criminal types are the ones who lead us Contractors… but we, see, we have an excuse - kind of – we’re rational and only kill when it is our benefit, but you guys? You must find some pleasure in it or else you’d pick a different line of work.” He sat down again and scooted the chair slightly closer, “Now… one last time…” he took out his pistol and aimed it at the woman, point blank so it actually touched her which made her howl through hthe gag and squirm in fear again, “Where. Are. They?” The man just shrugged at him but kept a fierce look in his eye as he tried to call the bluff, so Aaron pulled the trigger and the man almost lunged forward in sudden fear.

Click.

Aaron looked quizzically at his gun and dropped the magazine before pulling the slide a bullet flying out, which he caught, and checked it. “Oops… forgot the pin reset.” He said as h reached into the back of the chamber and pressed, “There we go.” He loaded the gun again and pointed it. He paused just long enough to see if the man would react.

“Wait…. Wait please- Please!”

Click.

“Oh for the love of… I hate burner weapons…” he commented as he checked the weapon again.

Clack, Slink, Click. the weapon was loaded a third time and this time he just aimed and began to depress the trigger.

“Okinawa!” the man roared, “They’re taking the Dolls to Okinawa! Please, that’s all I know, I swear!” Aaron raised an Eyebrow and pressed the gun closer, “Wa-wait! Please! Please don’t! There- there was a, there’s this guy! Oto –oto- Otonasi, that’s his name, Otonasi! But that’s all I know I swear, we – we just give him the Dolls and he flies them out… just, just put the gun down and- and I’ll tell you the flight number I know… ju-just please, promise not to hurt my wife.”

Aaron smiled widely and put up his hands in surrender, “Beautiful, Mate, beautiful. Love if truly amazing…” he complimented, “You have my word.” The man must have believed him as he told him to get a pen and paper, which he did and took down a flight number and the other information. After a few minutes Aaron nodded and smiled, “Thank you.” And with that he brought the gun up to the stunned man’s face.

Bang!

The woman jumped back and began weeping through the gag, terrified to a whole new level as sweat streamed down what little of her face was not covered by some form of sensory interruption. He hadn’t used a suppressor so no matter how covered her ears were she’d heard the bang and new it meant that someone was dead, being that she was alive she had no doubt guessed right. Aaron stood and stretched as he put the gun away. Abigail was already standing and had picked up the three cigarette butts he’d thrown through the interrogation. “-Thank you, Love, let’s get out of here.-” he said as he took them and moved toward the stairs.

“-What about her?-” Abigail asked looking at the bound woman. She took out a knife and knelt near her, “-Shouldn’t we kill her?-”

The woman was shaking but needlessly as Aaron shook his head, “-She didn’t see or hear anything… Police will be here soon… the less bodies the better, that’s something this Syndicate doesn’t’ get but it’s the truth, Love, now let’s go.-” He left first,and Abigail came soon after, but because he turned away he never saw one of the few things that could have affected him, the little girl in the red dress who was ready to kill a moment before had smiled at his act of mercy, a Doll had smiled. But Aaron was too busy dialling his phone and patiently praying ever so lightly, more out of habit of course, “Come on, Maya, pick up.”

*NOTE: “- … -“ indicates a statement made in English.

Aaron Alexander Alberny

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a character in “Darker Than Black: The Fallen”, as played by Elrith Eldwind

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