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xxxxxxxxx◙◙◙◙* Male xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 36 xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 6'2" xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 190 lbs. xxxxx◙◙◙◙* TR Exec: Moltres
AAFIT 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAARES 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAINT 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAACHA 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AABTL 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAMED 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AACON 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAKNO 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAINT 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAACHA 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AABTL 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAMED 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AACON 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ AAAKNO 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
-▖ PERCEPTION ▸┇ excellent read on people; "human lie detector"
▖ CRAFTSMAN ▸┇ really good at fixing/making shit
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- - - - - - - like a figure of speech / in a maze of white lies .》
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Aidan pretty much epitomizes 'tired.' On a surface level, his demeanor is calm, almost a bit lackadaisical or negligent, and he very much gives off the impression of being bored with basically everything going on around him. The antics of his teammates are met with a rather deadpan stoicism, and he's like as not to complain about 'kids these days' despite not really being old enough to have earned that. It's perhaps somewhat understandable, considering the rather out-there personalities he works with on a daily basis—the top ranks of Neo Team Rocket are a colorful place, to say the least. Aidan deals with this by being, more or less, the eye of the storm: a calm, type-b personality who does things in his own time, at his own pace, and who really can't be moved to much emotion without his consent.
Of course, that's not all there is to him. One doesn't become the trusted right hand of a man like Stefan Gregorovich without being both extremely talented and willing to put in the work. Aidan lacks any kind of supernatural powers or special ninja training, or even so much as a college degree. He's not a genius or a prodigy or the favored son of one of the oldest families in Kanto. He doesn't have particularly special knowledge to bring to the table, or even that much charisma. And while he's in good shape and a fair hand in a physical confrontation, there are certainly plenty of people who could say the same.
What sets Aidan apart, however, is his intuition. He has a sense for people and how they tick that even Gregorovich can't match, and this insight makes him an extremely effective leader—and when he needs to be, an extremely effective manipulator. He can accomplish in a ten-minute interrogation what it might take other people days—and outright torture—to achieve, because he has a way of seeing to the heart of a person, of reading them cold from the fine details of their body language, the clothes they wear, the brand of cigarettes they smoke, and all kinds of other very tiny, very human details. He finds that he often knows what other people are feeling before they do, and has learned to keep many of these intuitions to himself.
Making the most effective use of this intuition, though, does involve knowing a lot of information, and his head is crammed oddly full of seemingly-random data. He knows a little bit about a lot of things, more an intellectual dabbler than an expert in anything in particular, though on occasion he's needed to take deeper dives into certain things and has picked up an odd assortment of skills accordingly.
Towards his subordinates, he assumes a sort of cool professionalism, but he has a dark, deadpan sense of humor, and appreciates the same in others. He is devoted above all else to Gregorovich's aims. It's not that he's heartless or without a conscience, merely that he willingly lays these things aside in service of what he sees as the greater good. For every idyll, someone has to get their hands dirty, and Aidan's are long stained.
Of course, that's not all there is to him. One doesn't become the trusted right hand of a man like Stefan Gregorovich without being both extremely talented and willing to put in the work. Aidan lacks any kind of supernatural powers or special ninja training, or even so much as a college degree. He's not a genius or a prodigy or the favored son of one of the oldest families in Kanto. He doesn't have particularly special knowledge to bring to the table, or even that much charisma. And while he's in good shape and a fair hand in a physical confrontation, there are certainly plenty of people who could say the same.
What sets Aidan apart, however, is his intuition. He has a sense for people and how they tick that even Gregorovich can't match, and this insight makes him an extremely effective leader—and when he needs to be, an extremely effective manipulator. He can accomplish in a ten-minute interrogation what it might take other people days—and outright torture—to achieve, because he has a way of seeing to the heart of a person, of reading them cold from the fine details of their body language, the clothes they wear, the brand of cigarettes they smoke, and all kinds of other very tiny, very human details. He finds that he often knows what other people are feeling before they do, and has learned to keep many of these intuitions to himself.
Making the most effective use of this intuition, though, does involve knowing a lot of information, and his head is crammed oddly full of seemingly-random data. He knows a little bit about a lot of things, more an intellectual dabbler than an expert in anything in particular, though on occasion he's needed to take deeper dives into certain things and has picked up an odd assortment of skills accordingly.
Towards his subordinates, he assumes a sort of cool professionalism, but he has a dark, deadpan sense of humor, and appreciates the same in others. He is devoted above all else to Gregorovich's aims. It's not that he's heartless or without a conscience, merely that he willingly lays these things aside in service of what he sees as the greater good. For every idyll, someone has to get their hands dirty, and Aidan's are long stained.
- - - - - - - for a change in the tone of it all.》
Aidan Klein was never supposed to make anything of himself.
By any conventional measure, he was born under unlucky stars: his mother was a teenage girl from the bad part of Saffron City, whose good-for-nothing boyfriend had fled at the first sign of actual responsibility. She loved him, as much as she could, but for the early part of his life, he was raised more by his grandparents than anything, as his mother struggled to keep a succession of low-wage jobs. Eventually she turned to prostitution, which in Saffron was illegal, a fact that meant she was also periodically in and out of jail. Aidan's grandparents were no wealthier than their daughter, and he grew up disaffected, neglected, and occasionally abused. His grandmother was something of a drunk, and didn't tend to spare the boy the rod in such a state.
Much of his adolescence was spent getting into trouble. Though a bright kid, he made very poor grades in school, and from middle school onward spent more time cutting class than attending. He fell in with a group of older boys with a bike gang of sorts, and spent a lot of time at the mechanic shop one of their uncles owned, a rather lackadaisical man named Danny. The gang tended to be belligerent, and Aidan was involved in more than his fair share of scraps as a result. By fifteen, he drank, smoked, fixed cars, and went out looking for trouble long past his curfew at night.
It was his grandfather that more or less yanked him out of the gutter, though the climb would be a long process. For Aidan's sixteenth birthday, the old man scraped together enough money to buy him a pokémon: a pikachu, from a disreputable mill in Saffron. He advised Aidan to get out of the city for a while, to make a journey on his own, with pokémon, in hopes that this would help the boy settle. For a while, it did, even; he found he had a knack for training and battling.
But his pikachu, a poor inbred thing cast off from the mill cheaply, had a congenital disease. His grandfather hadn't known any better than to buy from the business, and Aidan hadn't known how to tell she was getting sick, and by the time a Nurse Joy noticed something off and did the necessary diagnostics, it was too late. Aidan held his partner as she was put down, both more miserable and more angry than he'd ever been.
A young man of seventeen, he went on a ferocious bender, and might have literally died had not a different old man dragged him out of a literal gutter. Stefan Gregorovich had apparently been following his progress through Kanto's gym circuit with some interest, and didn't want to see him waste his potential. He talked to him about the ideals of Neo Team Rocket, how it was his mission in life to see the end of operations like the one that had in their negligence condemned his pokémon to a short life marred by suffering. It was something the young man could, in the raw state of his grief, wholeheartedly embrace. Eventually, Aidan decided to get back at it, and rose to the level of Pokémon Champion of the region, a position which he maintained for several years undefeated. But after a while Gregorovich, with whom he never lost contact, recruited him to Neo Team Rocket as his own right-hand man, and Aidan retired from the professional battle circuit to commit to his new job full time, disappearing from the public eye completely.
By any conventional measure, he was born under unlucky stars: his mother was a teenage girl from the bad part of Saffron City, whose good-for-nothing boyfriend had fled at the first sign of actual responsibility. She loved him, as much as she could, but for the early part of his life, he was raised more by his grandparents than anything, as his mother struggled to keep a succession of low-wage jobs. Eventually she turned to prostitution, which in Saffron was illegal, a fact that meant she was also periodically in and out of jail. Aidan's grandparents were no wealthier than their daughter, and he grew up disaffected, neglected, and occasionally abused. His grandmother was something of a drunk, and didn't tend to spare the boy the rod in such a state.
Much of his adolescence was spent getting into trouble. Though a bright kid, he made very poor grades in school, and from middle school onward spent more time cutting class than attending. He fell in with a group of older boys with a bike gang of sorts, and spent a lot of time at the mechanic shop one of their uncles owned, a rather lackadaisical man named Danny. The gang tended to be belligerent, and Aidan was involved in more than his fair share of scraps as a result. By fifteen, he drank, smoked, fixed cars, and went out looking for trouble long past his curfew at night.
It was his grandfather that more or less yanked him out of the gutter, though the climb would be a long process. For Aidan's sixteenth birthday, the old man scraped together enough money to buy him a pokémon: a pikachu, from a disreputable mill in Saffron. He advised Aidan to get out of the city for a while, to make a journey on his own, with pokémon, in hopes that this would help the boy settle. For a while, it did, even; he found he had a knack for training and battling.
But his pikachu, a poor inbred thing cast off from the mill cheaply, had a congenital disease. His grandfather hadn't known any better than to buy from the business, and Aidan hadn't known how to tell she was getting sick, and by the time a Nurse Joy noticed something off and did the necessary diagnostics, it was too late. Aidan held his partner as she was put down, both more miserable and more angry than he'd ever been.
A young man of seventeen, he went on a ferocious bender, and might have literally died had not a different old man dragged him out of a literal gutter. Stefan Gregorovich had apparently been following his progress through Kanto's gym circuit with some interest, and didn't want to see him waste his potential. He talked to him about the ideals of Neo Team Rocket, how it was his mission in life to see the end of operations like the one that had in their negligence condemned his pokémon to a short life marred by suffering. It was something the young man could, in the raw state of his grief, wholeheartedly embrace. Eventually, Aidan decided to get back at it, and rose to the level of Pokémon Champion of the region, a position which he maintained for several years undefeated. But after a while Gregorovich, with whom he never lost contact, recruited him to Neo Team Rocket as his own right-hand man, and Aidan retired from the professional battle circuit to commit to his new job full time, disappearing from the public eye completely.
- - - - - - - and then dawn will follow / and our sorrows all undone .》
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┇ SASSYAAATK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASTK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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AASPD 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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┇ BOLDAAATK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASTK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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AASPD 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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┇ JOLLYAAATK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASTK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASDF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASPD 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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┇ TIREDAAATK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASTK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASDF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASPD 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
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┇ RELAXEDAAATK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AADEF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASTK 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASDF 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AASPD 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAFondnessxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARivalry xx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAAttraction 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARespectxxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
This line is here to take space.
Aidan's not really the spontaneous type, and he does tend to sit with his feelings until he's good and ready to make any decisions that might need to be made on account of them. But just because he makes his decisions slowly doesn't mean he doesn't know how he feels. He has a serious thing for Doc, and he's quite sure she's at least a little into him, too. But he's waiting for things to settle—and possibly fade—before he does anything about it.
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AAFondnessxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARivalry xx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAAttraction 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARespectxxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
This line is here to take space.
Aidan's not really the type to compare pain or life experiences in any kind of 'who had it worse' sort of way, but that said, he knows Nero had it pretty bad growing up. It's something he can relate to on a level some people can't—and thankfully don't have to—understand. He won't make any kind of big deal about it, of course, but there's no denying it's there. For the moment, he's actually enjoying coaching him.
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AAFondnessxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARivalry xx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAAttraction 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARespectxxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
This line is here to take space.
Aidan sort of surprised himself by offering to adopt Cyrilla into his family. He doesn't regret it, even after all the stupid nicknames. Actually... part of him kind of likes those. He's never had much of a family before, and definitely no siblings or cousins or anything. He's glad he could help her in this way—it feels good to be able to use his name and position within NTR for something unqualifiedly good for once.
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AARivalry xx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAAttraction 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARespectxxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
This line is here to take space.
The more time he spends with Rheinallt, the more Aidan wonders about him. There are certain aspects of who he is that are ridiculously easy to nail down. But this only makes the rest even more unusual. There's depths to the guy, and they're surprisingly challenging to get a grip on. Whatever else might be the case, though, Rheinallt's good people, and that's pretty much all Aidan needs to know anyway.
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AAFondnessxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARivalry xx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AAAttraction 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
AARespectxxx 」x ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌
This line is here to take space.
Not that he knows what it is. But still, there's something about Ana that concerns him. He doesn't expect her to just tell everyone her life story, of course, but while he has plenty of incidental details about Doc or even the two Kogas in the group, he knows almost nothing about Ana's history, because she never talks about it. And that... that makes him wonder, honestly.
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Coding by Aethiya, inspired by maccotango's guide to the same.
