Age
Seventeen
Gender
Male
Height/Weight
5'6"/115lbs
Body Structure
Aurelia is slender, but not fragile, with a girlish figure consisting of a thin waist and legs with slightly wider hips. He boasts an olive complexion from the untainted Italian heritage, and a tan on top of that because of his love for the outdoors. As a frequent swimmer, his body is firm but not solid, and in his opinion it makes him the perfect pillow.
Reason For Killing
After years of resentment toward his mother, bottling it up and not letting go of it, he just broke down and killed her. Before he finally killed her, he had been ending the lives of women who reminded him of her, and the odd man that just rubbed him the wrong way.
"I talked to her, saying I was sorry for what I'd done. It was the first time I'd ever apologized to someone I'd killed."
Disorders
Aurelia suffers chronic depression and anxiety â he can be completely and perfectly happy, and then for no reason he breaks down into tears. This also goes along with heavy frustrations and often anger, which if gone unchecked can result in random outbursts of violence. He's prone to anxiety attacks when confronted with one of his fears or put in a situation that would be considered hard to handle.
Phobia's/Fears
Agryophobia: Fear of Crossing Roads
Autophobia: Fear of Being Alone
Coulrophobia: Fear of Clowns
Pharmacophobia: Fear of Medication
Likes/Dislikes
Cooking; Flirting; Swimming; Jogging; Tennis; Lightning Storms; His Little Brother; Math and Science Classes; Drawing/Painting; Horses | Fire; Eating Meat and Eggs; Large Dogs, His Older Brother
Personality
Aurelia is generally very out-going and happy. He likes to think he has an extremely attractive personality, which may make him sound a little conceited, and perhaps that's true. He's got a lot of pride and confidence, but it overflows, as he likes to claim, and affects those around him. He's quite amiable, his brilliant joy manifests as a bright light, but that's only in his imagination. He acts like this way to keep people from worrying about him, or seeing the wretched insides of his soul, dark, blood-stained, and torn apart. He kills the women who, like his mother, are too confident, too demanding, that take what they have for granted. He finds it difficult to love though he's established that he's attracted to both men and women.
Past
Born and raised in the city of Seborga, Italy (which is technically an independant nation, even though it still claims itself a party of Italy), Sebastiano Aurelia Marcelina Valius was the only child of Vespasiano and Marcelina Valius, a happy and healthy child without a care in the world. An only child, he recieved all the attention he needed and then some â maybe he was a little spoiled. However, his mother was firm and never let him stray from that path that would ruin him in the long run. She was just trying to do what was best for him. He loved his mother, but as he grew older he couldn't help but think that she was treating him unfairly. Eventually, it came out one night that his father had grown tired of her, and that he wanted a divorce, but she wouldn't hear of it. He filed anyway, and the last time he saw her afterward, she was crying. Vespasiano was given custody of Aurelia, and the two lived for several months together before recieving a call from Marcelina. Apparently it was quite traumatizing for sweet, fragile-minded Vespasiano, who very shortly after the call told his son that he couldn't stand Marcelina's tears, but that he couldn't go back to her, either.
He left the house that night and he didn't come back. He never would.
Aurelia, aged seven, was deeply affected by his father's suicide. He was withdrawn for a long time living with his mother, though eventually he was able to live again. But never fully. He always had this idea that it had been his mother's fault that his father had commited suicide, and even though he'd never said it, the thought grew stronger and stronger as he grew older. When he was ten, he and his mother moved to Sweden where she married a man whose girlfriend had just left him with their two sons, Albert and Elise. Albert was arrogant and full of himself â he wasn't thrilled about having another younger brother, especially one that didn't speak much Swedish at all. Elise, however, who was only three months younger than Aurelia grew quite attached to him quite quickly, and the two quickly became inseperable. Elise wasn't a very strong swimmer, Aurelia taught him to swim. Aurelia didn't speak very much Swedish, Elise taught him as much as he could.
As soon as he entered high school, he noticed that girls seemed to enjoy his accent, and pretty face. He took to utilizing them very quickly, becoming known as one of the most sought after boys in less than a month. He always had a girl on his arm, even if she wasn't his girlfriend, and it seemed that he was shaking them off everytime he turned around. He enjoyed the popularity, but it began to get a little difficult to breathe. Once, during the lunch period, he kissed Elise just to make the girls back off a little, and it worked. He worried about it after that when Elise distanced himself little by little until he hardly spoke to Aurelia at all. Aurelia understands what it was now, but then he never would have considered that as a reason. He did, however, notice that the girls would back off if they saw him flirting with other guys, and he was able to moderate the crowd this way. Anyway, maybe guys weren't so bad either. They didn't squeal and whatnot when he told them he loved him in Italian â "Ti amo."
Halfway into the winter leading up to his seventeenth year, Albert became more and more hostile toward his adopted brother, until Aurelia broke down at the dinner table one night and just cried. It was the week leading up to the death of his beloved father, and Albert just couldn't leave it alone. "It's been, what? ten years now? Get the fuck over it." He looked to his mother for support, the only pillar of strength left as a reminder of his life in beautiful Italy. Her response? "Albert's right, bambino. You need to stop crying."
Seventeen years old â not his first murder by far, but definitely the most civil. He killed his own mother, pressing a pillow over her face as she slept. He cried the whole time, trying to apologize for what he'd done in frantic Italian. It was a weekend, and his step-father, Gustav, had taken Albert and Elise out to give the two some time alone together for mourning. There was no one else in the house to stop him. "I'm so sorry, Mama, I am. I wish I didn't have to, but you just made it so hard. I can't settle for just killing the ones that remind me of you. I made do with it for so long because I love you, but now...? I'm just... I'm sorry."
Other
Aurelia speaks fluent Italian, Swedish, and German. He was working on Spanish in school before he was sent away.
He plays the piano and the violin, but he really wants to learn the guitar, merely because everyone else plays.
He's an abstract artist; but if he's not painting, he's probably drawing the people around him in manga-style. He has a minute addiction to anime and manga.
Don't Jump - Tokio Hotel
On top of the roof the air is so cold and so calm
I say your name in silence, you don't want to hear it right now
The eyes of the city are counting the tears falling down
Each one a promise of everything you never found
I scream into the night for you, don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through, they're decieving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go, of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
You open your eyes, but you can't remember what for
The snow falls quietly, you just can't feel it no more
Somewhere up there, you lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end, to start all over again
I scream into the night for you, don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through, they're decieving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go, of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
Don't jump
I don't know how long
I can hold you so strong
I don't know how long...
Just take my hand
Give it a chance
Don't jump
I scream into the night for you, don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through, they're decieving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go, of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
Don't jump
And if all that can't hold you back...
I'll jump for you