{Full Name}
Aldric Theodore Dahl
{Nickname}
Ric {Occasionally||Neutral}
{Birthday}
March 5
{Age}
27
{Nationality}
Atlantian
{Sexuality}
Heteroromantic/Demisexual
{Power}
Aldric makes use of his ability of illusion manipulation in his line of work as the sheriff. His ability to conjure any number of illusions often makes apprehending suspects much easier. In the interrogation room, his power can have quite a bit of persuasive ability as well. Continued use of it does result in mental strain, making it difficult for him to maintain an illusion for any longer than fifteen minute intervals. Any longer and the illusion begins to flicker and allow reality to shine through; it also tends to result in a massive headache. Since his illusions are based on the senses, anyone with the trained ability of heightened senses can easily see through his illusions.
{Occupation}
Sheriff at the Police Headquarters
{Group}
Alterists
{"The blonde lead the blind." }
-Tomas Kalnoky
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īŧ¨īŊ īŊīŊīŊīŊ
6'1"
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183 lb
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Blue
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Blonde
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Athletic
At a moderately imposing height of slightly over six feet, Aldric seems to be the perfect suited, physically, to the job of sheriff. He weighs in at a fair 183 pounds of solid muscle, considering how much running he does a does a day. But he's not all imposing stature. Aldric has a fairly long head of blonde hair, that he keeps pushed back and away from his face, and a beard to match. His blue eyes often glint with humor, and there's frequently an easy-going grin to be found on his face.
{"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." }
-Albert Einstein
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Justice, honesty, social events, hot chocolate, spicy foods, boxing, getting a "runner's high", whiskey, bourbon, poker, solitaire, action movies, old 70's films, green tea, watching sports
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Pretentiousness, aggressive people, bar fights, vodka, daffodils (he's allergic), going to the barber's, buying groceries, cooking, losing
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Good at reading people, perceptive, amicable, focused, determined, empathetic
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Going down to the gun range to get a few shots in. It's a way to relieve some of the day's stress.
Gardening, surprisingly enough. He's more a of a practical plants kind of guy, with pots of herbs and vegetables rather than flowers.
Darts. He's gotten pretty good over the years, and he's not opposed to betting any new people in town whether he can hit the bulls-eye five times in a row.
Texas Hold'em. If years in the interrogation room can teach you anything, it's how to read tells and keep a great poker face.
Boxing and jogging. Despite being mainly to stay in shape, they're also ways to relieve stress.
īŧˇīŊ īŊīŊīŊīŊ īŊīŊīŊ īŊ
Sarcastic, not the best at explaining things, bad at math, can be a little childish when it comes to losing, lazy when it comes to taking care of himself, impatient
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Failing his father, losing a criminal, Miracle Pills, losing his mother, suffocating
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Aldric has something of bold personality. He's out there, a person you can't really miss. He's friendly and amicable, purposely making no distinction between the Alterists and Orphics he encounters. As the sheriff of the whole joint, he can't help but feel the whole division is a massive shame, and wants nothing more than to see the issue resolved. It can be hard to dislike him, as he has a very magnetic personality. If you've committed no crime, chances are, he's not going to harbor any ill will towards you.
Working with him can also be a pain, however, ask any of his officers. He has little patience for mistakes, and since he's certainly not the best at explaining things, making him difficult to please at times. He has a habit of answering sarcastically to serious questions as well, making it even more difficult to get any information out of him. But he does take his job seriously. There's not much more important to him than cleaning up the streets and putting bad people away. He has no tolerance for people goofing off during working hours, but he's not opposed to playing a game of darts when it's a slow day and there's nothing going on. In general, during work he's a massive pain in the ass, but he's absolutely the kind of guy you'd want to grab a beer with after hours.
Despite having a fun-loving personality, it wouldn't be wise to underestimate him. He refuses to take Miracle Pills, having been lucky enough to dislike pills enough to avoid them from the start which allowed him to see the effects before anyone could convince him too, but he does have a good handle on his ability, and he certainly uses it well. While he's not above using it to play a fun prank, he's very capable of using it in a more deadly fashion. He tries to use it for entrapment of criminals, but sometimes, he uses it for more. He'd like to say it's because he has no other choice, but he's been known to allow his emotions to cloud his judgment and let rage take over.
Aldric is a fair bit lazy, especially when it comes to taking care of himself. He runs every day and follows a rather strict exercise regimen, sure, but if one were to look inside his refrigerator, they'd find mostly empty space. He picks up most of his meals either at the coffee shop in the morning or at the bar the nights he decides to go out. He absolutely refuses to cook for himself unless he's on the brink of collapsing from hunger.
All in all, Aldric is perfectly likable person but with a bad side that's easy to get on when he's working.
{"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend." }
-Albert Camus
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Anybody who's been in Atlantis long enough knows Aldric's family. His mother and father used to run the sheriff's department before Aldric took over. In fact, that's where they met. It began as a work relationship, they told him, and was never meant to be anything more. But instead they fell in love. His mother made the ultimate sacrifice: leaving her position as deputy so they could continue to be involved. Eventually, they found a loophole, bringing her in as a consultant for cases. Gifted with the ability of psychometry, she was a useful addition to the team, and the entire department agreed to let her stay. It wasn't for another few years that they finally decided to have a child, resulting in Aldric. With the work of both his parents, it was no wonder he grew up with a strong moral compass and an unwavering sense of right and wrong. Despite both his parents leading very busy lives, Aldric never grew up feeling unloved or unneeded. He loved his parents as much as they loved him.
Having been creative as a child, Aldric decided on illusion manipulation as his ability when he came of age to be endowed with a power. His father helped train him in focus and control of his illusions, and his mother helped to train him in stamina and keeping control for extended periods of time. He began at only two minutes, but within the year he could go for bouts of seven minutes at a time.
When he began his sophomore year in high school, his father began to take him seriously when he expressed a desire to take over his father's position at the department. They began to work together, his father bringing him in on cases occasionally and training him more seriously. By the time he was a junior, he'd learned how to pick up on behavior clues and how to shoot a bulls-eye through a target from a fair distance away. He finally joined the department when he turned twenty, quickly rising through the ranks to become a deputy in barely two years. There was nobody who dared to say it was because of his father's position, partly because they had witnessed Aldric's skill and partly because they respected his parents far too much for that.
When Aldric was twenty four, his life changed. The criminal caught him off-guard they said. Pulled a gun out of nowhere. His father died. His mother retired from the department, unable to continue working through her grieving. And Aldric, well, he threw himself into his work. He had nothing else to do. They had apprehended the criminal, had sentenced him to life behind bars, so it wasn't as if he could pursue a vendetta. He had been doing his job in another part of town, so he couldn't obsessively blame himself. The only thing he could do was try to make his father proud.
When the sheriff who took over for his father retired the next year, Aldric was given the position. The double time he had been putting in had given him some serious wins and he was decidedly the best suited for the job. So at the young age of only 25, Aldric became the sheriff. He's close with everyone who works at the department, considering all of them his family in some way, and they all respect him. He's still trying to make his father proud, still putting all his effort into his work.
When the Miracle Pill craze came about, he somehow managed to avoid it. His mother had always been against pills of any nature, so he didn't take any despite the constant pressuring by his colleagues and friends. Besides, he didn't use his ability excessively anyways, and his mother wasn't taking any either since she hardly ever used her ability anymore. He barely even started to consider it when the effects started making themselves evident. It's still a somber event, bringing in someone who's gone mad because of those ridiculous pills. He wants nothing more than for the epidemic to stop and for life to continue as he once knew it in Atlantis.
With the good chance that we crash, let's say our grace (our grace)
In your final breathe believe, you're not alone.
Help will come,
Yeah you can come back home.
'Cause help is on the way,
Yeah you can come back home.
So come back home
As your eyes begin to fade, your mind will wander (will wander)
This life is just a game we play, that we can never win.
But don't give up, no don't give up.
Help will come,
Yeah you can come back home.
'Cause help is on the way,
Yeah you can come back home.
So come back home
Now in the end it's coming clear, you're not alone
'Cause everyone you've ever loved is waiting here for you
So don't give up, no don't give up.
Yeah, 'cause help will come,
Yeah you can come back home. (You can come back home yeah)
'Cause help is on the way,
Yeah you can come back home. (You can come back home)
So come back home
