Description:. . . Aedan likes to think of himself as dashing, and while such confidence is not always attractive, he's certainly been called 'dashing' enough to fuel his assumptions. With thick, dark curls framing his face, and dark eyes gazing out from thick lashes, he definitely has the look of some brave hero. If a little messy. Trimmed facial hair usually decorates the lower portion of his face; a small beard and moustache around lips prone to smiling. Without facial hair Aedan always finds himself to be mistaken for someone several years younger than his actual thirty-four years, so he tends to favour at least a bit of stubble.

The clothes Aedan wears tend to be nothing out of the ordinary. For all that he fights flamboyantly, he'll usually be found wearing plain breeches and an old shirt in his free time, his sword strapped around his waist, maybe the odd necklace tucked beneath the shirt. When wearing his casual clothes, Aedan lets his hair rest in messy curls, but when he's in his official uniform he takes extra care to ensure he's looking tidy. The occasional healing scar might decorate his athletic, slim frame, but he has few that are permanent. The odd few that are can be found on his right arm and one above his hip.

There's no denying that Aedan approaches life with a grin and a good sense of humour. If you can't crack a smile every now and again, there's something wrong with you. While he's definitely had moments where his smile has faltered, for the most part he carries on in an easy, happy manner. He's generally a friendly guy to get along with. Easy to talk to and happy to have a good conversation, Aedan's quick to share a joke or laugh along with a friend. Not always are his jokes well timed, with more than a few of those he's brought in to serve the King's justice scowling as he makes teasing quips about their capture. To his mind, his jokes are hilarious and witty, to theirs, probably not so much.

He can come across as a 'devil-may-care' type of individual, with an easy-going attitude. However, Aedan is more careful and considerate than many might believe, with a serious side that breaks through in moments of quiet contemplation. He has his morals, and he has responsibilities he would never abandon. Though Aedan may joke to close friends about going rogue because 'the pay is better', his loyalty need never be questioned. If he makes a promise or swears his allegiance, that's where it lies. He doesn't break his word, at least most of the time. You can forgive him a few white lies and broken promises when it comes to flirting, though he's never outright lied to trick someone into bed with him. He doesn't need to with his face and a tongue as smooth as his.

Usually, Aedan's cheeky grin and some pretty words are enough to charm anyone who catches his eye. He's something of a flirt, or at least he was. While he'll still wink at a pretty girl, he hasn't yet pushed himself further since the death of his wife. Most of his flirting now is superficial; playful words not intending to lead anywhere. At this stage, he's not after any kind of relationship. When Aedan does love, he loves deeply, and right now his heart is still mending. Though reckless, flamboyant, and overly-dramatic at the best of times, he gets jobs done with skill and flair. His style is definitely not to everyone's taste. He'll frequently tease the 'stuck-in-the-mud' types who refuse to change their ways. They in return usually look down their noses at Aedan's loud style. Thankfully, Aedan has a thick skin when it comes to critics and their opinions of him. He's confident in his abilities and happy with his techniques. He may come out with a few more bruises from insisting on jumping into battle without much of a plan, but what fun is sitting back and waiting?

Aedan Tylarro's childhood is nothing special. He grew up just outside a relatively prosperous fishing town on the coast. His father owned several ships, and though he was not rich by noble standards, he had enough to send his two sons to be educated and ensure their future careers. Aedan's older brother was set to inherit his father's small business, while it was hoped that Aedan would join the King's army as an officer. Though that wish of his parents would eventually come true, as a child and young teenager, Aeden rebelled against it. He can't count the number of times his father had to discipline him as a boy, be it from mouthing off, failing to do his school work or chores, or any other number of transgressions that littered his childhood. It was only his father's dead that halted his irresponsible behaviour.

Aedan's father died when he was 16, and as a last sign of respect for his father's wishes, Aedan left his family in order to pledge his support to the King. He joined the King's navy, and given his skills with sailing - skills he'd learned on his father's fishing boats - he quickly proved himself. So, while Aedan's brother, Vance, took over the family business, Aedan climbed the ranks of the King's navy until he was commanding his own ship and loyal crew. Despite taking orders from above, Aedan found the freedom of sailing the seas invigorating. He honed his own style of fighting, made friends with the outlaws he hunted as well as the nobles he hunted them for, and found himself enjoying the life he had once fought against.

He was twenty-six when he met Florence Alder, the charming daughter of a low ranking noble. It wasn't love at first sight, at least not on Florence's part, but Aedan likes to claim that his charm eventually won her over. He courted her as best he could given that he was often at sea, and given they often had to be careful about their meetings as her parents did not approve of the match. He wanted to marry her within a year and she him, but both knew that asking her parents would be difficult. So, the couple waited and Aedan worked hard to gain new titles and earn enough money to make Florence's parents a suitable offer.

It was devastating when they still said no, looking at Aedan as if he were no better than a common thief. He was heart broken, fearing that this was the end for their romance. Yet, Florence was made of more steel than he, for she declared that they should runaway together and elope. Aedan had enough money, and she didn't need much. Just him. So they did, traveling to his family home and marrying there before his brother's family and his mother. A purchased a house and land not far from his family without a view of the sea, where Aedan and Florence lived happily for a year or so. He could not always be at home, but his mother was close and would visit when he was away to keep her daughter-in-law company.

It was during a prolonged stay as Aedan healed from the explosion that partially deafened him, that Florence found out she was pregnant. Aedan found himself crying with joy as he spun her around, ecstatic with the thought of having a child. He doted on Florence like she was a princess, and he her loyal subject, bringing her back gifts and treasures whenever he was called away to sea. Their child came a week early, and Florence, exhausted and having lost too much blood, slipped away as the cries of her son filled the room. Aedan buried her beneath one of a blossoming tree while he soothed his son, heart broken for the both of them.

Three years later and he can see Florence in Teddy's smile. He can see himself in Teddy's eyes too, and treasures his son more than anything. After Florence's death, his mother moved in to help rise Teddy whenever Aedan must be away. Aedan's hoping to leave the navy soon, perhaps working with his brother instead so that he can be with Teddy more. He's told himself all he needs is one last, big mission and that'll be it... one last adventure.