Sarcasm is my thing - Aiden Oakes

[aiden]

The Roleplayer
Name: Aiden. Or Ryan. Or Crow, Raven, or Zooky. Really, I don't care xD
Age: Fourteen, will be fifteen February 19th.
Contacts: AIM- Ryan Tells Lies. MSN/Email- [e-mail]. My Warriors site. I'm Crow there.
Experience: A long while now. Five...years? I don't know.
Activity Level: I can be very active, but sometimes my family goes away for a weekend or two. I'll be on as much as I can.
Graphics Ability: I can do simple photo manipulations, such as changing eye color. EX: i23.photobucket.com/albums/b353/Zookii/sproutkit-1.png The original had dark green eyes instead of light, one blind.
Favorite Book: Warriors series and Maximum Ride.
Opinion on the Site so Far: It looks good. c:

The Character
Full Name: Aiden Elizabeth Oakes.
Nicknames: Aiden, Oakes.
Age: 24
Side: Good guy, detective if possible. I've actually studied forensics and I want to be a homicide detective after college ;D So I know what the hell I'm talking about.
What are they; Mortal; has the ability to heal both automatically and others. It takes a lot of energy to heal others though, so she only does it for life threatening wounds.
Appearance: Five foot five, slim. Short, straight black hair that reaches the nape of her neck. Tapered bangs, with just a few strands down the middle of her forehead. Gray eyes, like storm clouds. A bit pale-skinned, with freckles across her nose and under her eyes. Has an unassuming look, almost childish. Likes to wear jeans and t-shirts, often with a dark jacket.
Character Playby: N/A.

Personality: Aiden's personality is odd. She's sarcastic and rarely uses the first names of people. She's fiercely independent, preferring to do her own thing rather than follow the crowd. She generally doesn't let herself get close to people, but is friendly enough not to be a true loner. She makes up for lack of physical strength with intelligence and has an odd way of seeing things. She thinks outside the box, such as seeing a gunshot to the head and gun in hand not suicide but murder, staged to look like suicide. Aiden could be described as a genius, but few people can see past her outer layer of flippancy.
Likes: Baseball. She loves to play baseball and often relieves stress by going to a practice cage, with the pitching machine and whatnot.
Spiders. Aiden loves spiders and has a pet tarantula named Pine. The only ones she dislikes are the deadly ones.
Art. She likes to draw and paint in her free time, whatever that is. Mostly she paints scenery, but sometimes adds animals or even sculpts.
Work! Unlike most she loves her job. Plain and simple.
Dislikes: Most of humanity. She doesn't trust them.
Idiots. Aiden cannot tolerate stupidity. If presented with it, her sarcasm can get even more scathing. She's not afraid to stand up if her superiors are idiots.
Arrogance. Somewhat similar to the idiots part. She can't stand it.
Dogs. She can't help it, read the fears section for more info.
Feet. Enough said, really.
Strengths: She's really smart? Has good aim with a firearm. Adrenaline makes her stronger, like pretty much everyone. She can run fast and far before tiring c: Nothing special.
Weaknesses: She's not physically strong. I don't know...? Small things bother her, and she's a bit OCD.
Fears: Hair. She's afraid of hair once it's fallen from the body. (I actually have this phobia XD)
Dogs. She was, unfortunately, bit by one as a child and has been afraid of them ever since.
Being close to anyone. She has a paralyzing fear of this. If someone gets too close (emotionally, not physically) she flips out.
Crowds. She can't stand being in large crowds.


Family Tree:
Paul Oakes - Father - deceased.
Celia Turner - Mother - alive.
Steven Oakes - Brother - alive.
Alyssa Oakes - Twin sister - deceased.
Chelsea Oakes - Sister-in-law - alive.
History:
Aiden was the second in a set of twins her mother gave birth to, born right here in Shawl. She was and is the youngest in her family, with Steve, her brother, being older by six years. Her twin was born with a birth defect and died only hours after birth, while Aiden was healthy and lived.

Her father chose her name, in memory of his father. Even though she was a girl, he insisted on giving her the name Aiden. Elizabeth was her mother's choice, and since she had named Steven, Paul was able to get Aiden to be the first name instead of middle.

She grew up quite normally, learning about forensics around thirteen. It fascinated her and she began to study it diligently, keeping up with the developments such as DNA. She breezed through school with ease, latching on to anything taught almost instantly.

Her fear of becoming close to people could have spawned from an incident in high school, when she actually made a good friend and allowed herself to get close. The friend moved away. Normally that wouldn't have torn a person up inside, but without said friend, Aiden didn't really have anyone other than family. She didn't mind being a loner all that much after getting used to it.

After high school, Aiden left Shawl for college. She returned with a degree in Biology and Criminal Justice, ready to become a detective. Even with a job she kept studying obsessively, rereading the information until she knew it like the back of her hand.

(LOL @ SHORTNESS D:)

Other: no?
Anything Else: nope.
Roleplay Sample: (is warriors. Sorrelpaw and Crowpaw are brother and sister ^^ And if given enough I can average something like this, or even longer :9)

Sorrelpaw watched in silence as Crowpaw trotted back to her. Together they could hunt better, especially in trees. Crowpaw tipped an ear toward where Sunflare had wandered off and then spotted a squirrel leaping cautiously across the moor, easily visible against the grass.

"Tree," Sorrelpaw breathed, touching Crowpaw's flank with his tail tip. Crowpaw gave a brief nod and headed toward the nearest tree, a young oak whose leaves were just beginning to turn for autumn. As soon as the black tortoiseshell clawed her way into a low branch, Sorrelpaw began stalking the squirrel.

Each step was painfully slow and Crowpaw felt her heart pound in her ears. The two had perfected this by themselves, so they were eager to demonstrate. Even though no cat was watching... but neither sibling realized that.

As soon as he got close enough, the squirrel scented him and darted off toward the tree Crowpaw was waiting in. Her dark pelt hidden well among the shadowy bark, the squirrel practically leaped right in front of her. She slapped a paw across its face, hard enough to daze it and knock it back down to earth. As soon as it hit the grass, Sorrelpaw was upon it, breaking its neck with a quick bite. Crowpaw landed beside him and gave his ear a proud lick. "Good job," she meowed, scraping some earth over the brown body.

Sorrelpaw waved his tail in silent reply and breathed in the air. The borderlands were crawling with prey, some unable to be caught by their tag-team technique. Squirrels were the best, though once a mouse Sorrelpaw had scared had ran right into Crowpaw's grasp. He gave a purr of amusement at this memory, imagining Crowpaw's mask of surprise when she had found the stupid mouse practically sitting at her paws, asking to be eaten.

With this thought on his mind, he plodded across the grass with his sister by his side, jaws parted to drink in more preyscent.