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<---- In the past (at 17)


<--- Now, at 24.

Personality

Aaron isn't the nicest person in the world ever since he lost his lover. Well, left her is the better word. Before his death was faked, he was a nice kid, that just wanted to protect those close to him. Bessie was really the only thing that made him smile in life, and he she was his light in the dark. She was just everything that he wanted rolled into one body and he was in love. Even the bullies who beat him up because he loved her like this didn't faze him after a little while. He just grew accustom of the other males being jealous that he was the one that she had chosen to be with. It did shock him that she loved him, but to be honest, the love he felt just overcame anything that made him feel sad. She could make him smile by just talking to him, and a hug or a kiss could do so much more.

But when he ripped her out of his life for her own good, and cut all ties with her completely, everything changed for him. His happy-go-lucky attitude was left behind with Bessie, and so was every one of his emotions except anger. With just that running around in his veins, everything was just a blur for him. When someone pissed him off, he wouldn't just shun it to the side any more like he would have done if Bessie was by his side - he'd just kill them now. Without Bessie in his life, he was nothing except a relentless killing machine that was empty. However, if her name is even mentioned, or his old life at all, the person talking will just get a punch to the face and then told to shut up.

Likes:
♦ Forgetting things about his past life
♦ Reading long novels (without romance)- it takes away the pain of real life
♦ The feeling that comes after killing someone who didn't deserve life
♦ A coffee every morning
♦ New weapons that come into his hands
♦ Rock music
♦ Just driving around in his car, thinking.
♦ Sunglasses
♦ Smoking

Dislikes:
♦ Being woken up at any time. He has to wake up on his own.
♦ Anyone talking about Bessie or his life in Falls Hill
♦ Slutty girls
♦ Plans that go wrong
♦ Goats (they freak him out)
♦ Barns
♦ Using explosives

Phobias?:
♦ Being Caught
♦ Arachnophobia - He just hates spiders.

Equipment

Anything he can murder with, really. He takes one knife and one gun wherever he goes though, just in case.

History

History:
Aaron Gregory Falkland was born on the nineteenth of July to Clara and Harrison Falkland. They weren't the richest of people, and they only really had enough to feed the family and keep warm. Other than that, the young boy didn't go on any school trips, or have any money for new toys like all of the other kids in his school. He didn't mind this, only his family mattering to him at the time. As long as he had them around, he didn't need money or friends to be there for him - all he wanted was his mom, dad and little brother, Steven who was born when he was five.

However, their happiness was short lived when Steven was killed in a road accident when he was only seven. Aaron was twelve years old when he was taken out of his English lesson, and was given the news that his brother had been crossing the road to go home, after his school was closed early because of a burst water pipe. A van skidded out of control, and he died on impact. The only good fact about this way of death for Steve, was that he had no pain, and was peaceful right as the truck hit him. Even though it was an horrific way to go, it was better than anything painful for the boy.

Without Steven around any more, the family fell into ruin. They didn't spend any time as a family any more, and after a year or so, Clara and Harrison finally gave up trying to work on their marriage and they filed for divorce. Aaron ended up living with his mother, after only living a short time with his dad. His dad had taken to alcohol, and began to get violent, meaning that the young boy didn't want to be apart of that, so he went back to his mother. To take his mind off of his broken family, he threw himself into his studies, his grades going higher and higher, until he was top in his class and gained a scholarship to the best university around the area of Falls Hill. That was where he was accepted into the law programme, and fell in love with Bessie.

She was his light at the end of the tunnel. His salt to her pepper. She just completed him. They met on the first week of university, and they both just seemed to know that they were destined to be together. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, the good kind, and he just fell in love with her so quickly. She was perfection in his eyes, and everything that he had ever wanted. It seemed to be paradise fro him, before the bullies got involved. When he was away from Bessie, they began to beat him up, punching him and pushing him around just because he held her heart. They knew his past, that he was from the rough side of town and had done drugs, but they didn't seem to care now that he was clean; they believed that he could contaminate her, corrupt her. This caused him to come to her almost every day with new bruises that she noticed, but didn't question much. He was glad that she didn't just because he didn't want her to get involved.

It was only then that one of the members from a gang that had seriously pissed off a few years ago got in contact with him, demanding money. If he didn't pay up, then he would be killed - simple as that. Aaron began to pay the money, secretly giving it over in meetings before going back to the campus, and getting the shit kicked out of him. It was a horrible life, yes, but he was dealing with it, because Bessie's face gave him that confidence to do so. After a while, he began to stop giving money to the gang member when the threats stopped coming through, and he believed himself to be free.

But then, another disaster struck and he began to receive the threats again, however this time not endangering his own life. The gang member had seen him with Bessie, meaning that she was now on his hit list, and if the amount of money didn't go up, she would die. After another few weeks of this, Aaron had run out of money to give for both of their lives, and he was done. He couldn't keep hiding his love from danger like this, meaning that he was going to have to leave her life. If he was still at the school though, she would still be involved, knowing his feelings for her wouldn't keep him away, so he decided to leave. Just breaking her heart though was something that he could not bring himself to do, so he arranged a meeting in a barn with the gang member, posing it as another money exchange. But this time, he had rigged the place with explosives, and was ready to end all of this, end his life and the life of the gang member so that Bessie would be safe once more.

Everything went according to plan, the switch for the explosives in his pocket. When he was told to hand over the money, his hand slipped into his pocket before he grinned, and then shut his eyes. "I love you, Bessie." Was the last thing that he believed he would whisper, before he pressed that button. Heat surrounded him, and so did pain, and when the deafening explosion had stopped ringing in his ears, he just wanted to be dead. The explosion hadn't killed him, just wounded him, and he couldn't do this any more. He wanted to die; to keep her safe, but fate just seemed to hate him. So, with however many broken bones that he had, Aaron dragged himself out of the building, mostly crawling on that part, before he could finally stand up, and he left. Bleeding and in pain, he ran. When the pain finally got to him some more, he collapsed, and that was all he remembered.

When he woke up, he was in an apartment, no pain in his body. He had been unconscious for just under a month, and had been saved by four people that were older than him, and he later found out that they were all criminals. His wounds had all been covered, miraculous, none would leave scars. Aaron was glad to learn their way of living, and he finally became one of them at the age of twenty when he committed his first murder, a guy that had been trying to mug him in the street. He grabbed the knife from the guy and stabbed him, loving the feeling of the knife going thought the flesh, but more so he enjoyed the feeling that flew through his body when he realized that there was one less bastard on the streets now.

That was when he became the man that he is today. A guy that kills people that he doesn't deem worthy of living. A guy that would stand up for his friends no matter what, because they saved his life. A man that would always go out with one knife and one gun in his pocket. A man that wore a leather jacket, and only rarely took his sunglasses off. A guy that smoked. A guy that would punch anyone that mentioned his past life. A man that went out to a bar, and always came back with a beautiful lady on his arm.

But he never forgot Bessie...

Aaron Gregory Falkland's Story