Aiden "Haven" Turner

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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
of him that hears it, never in the
tongue of him that makes it.

PATRICK AIDEN TURNER

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate
speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

The mastermind behind this marionette is Sky.
I have been pulling the strings for 22 years and taking
part in shows for six years.

Other marionettes?: n/a

Contact details: PM

A walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts & frets his hour upon the stage

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Powers:

• Telekinesis: Ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind, often in ways not visible to the naked eye.
  
• Force Field Generation: Ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy.
  
• Empathy: Ability to read or sense the emotions and/or control the emotions or feelings of others.

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All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told.

Celeb Play-by:

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Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.

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[/B] Aiden isn't the typical charmer. He looks good, and he's quite aware of such. However, he's rarely arrogant about it. He has a kind heart, and is in hopes that one day, he will find someone that discovers it, treasures it, and wishes to keep it. He's a romantic, which is a dying breed. He isn't the one-night-stand type. He believes that there is someone born to love him, and that he was born to love them.

{STRONG.WILLED} When his mind is made up, that's that. There's no passing go, no collecting $200. He prefers to do things in his own way, and refuses to ever ask for help. He's the no-nonsense type of guy, standing proudly on his own two feet. He generally wasn't the sharing type in his own issues and quarrels, though he isn't afraid to admit his own feelings.

{TRUST} Though, he does have a few faults. He trusts people far too easily, and far too much. His empathy isn't like mind control, he can feel what they're feeling, and can sometimes be fooled. What makes this a fault? He generally becomes a walking doormat, allowing people to use him in his own ignorance. It doesn't take much for him to trust someone, and he tends to get hurt a lot because of this flaw.
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Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Hometown and Current Residence:

[/B]Asheville, North Carolina
{CURRENT.LIVING.ARRANGEMENTS}Jacksonville, Florida (Current Residence[/ul]

Parent/s:

[/b] Unknown; foster child
{M.O.T.H.E.R.} Unknown; foster child
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Sibling/s:

[/b] None, as far as he knows.
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Love Interest:

[/B] None thus far.
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Children:

[/B] None.
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History:

[/b] Patrick Aiden Turner was born on 19 Feb of 1988. As far as he could remember, he was fostered. Never did he meet his parents, or approach the matter. It made him stronger, in a way. He was never bitter, just learned to grow up early. He learned to depend on himself, to push himself beyond the limit to make ends meet. He never understood why his parents did what they did, but, in a way, he owed them thanks. They made him the man that he is today. Or at least they helped.

{CONSTANTLY.EVER.CHANGING} He bounced around from home to home, never having been picked up from the orphanage. No family wanted him, or needed him. However, he didn't really feel he needed them either. He learned to make friends quickly, because he never knew how long this would be home. He also learned to make the best of the situation.

{I.WAS.NEVER.NORMAL} At the age of fourteen, the boy had fallen in love with another. Though, this kind of love would never be considered "normal." To defy tradition is taboo. That's what the boy who warmed his heart had told him. Thus, he was smitten. Not being able to handle such rejection, he ran away from the orphanage at Winter's open. He tried very hard to stay awake that night, but he couldn't manage it. Not five minutes after he fell unconscious, a member of HYDRA had picked him up.

{AND.I.NEVER.WILL.BE} Having become the newest addition to HYDRA, Aiden was top priority. They'd thought of making another Weapon X, but seeing as how they'd failed twice, why would they succeed this time? Rather than making him an offensive weapon, he allied defensively. They mimicked the process of psychic waves, infusing him with sensory and manipulation of such waves. Thus, he became a mutant.

{I.WONT.LIVE.LIKE.THIS} When he awoke, he was seventeen years of age, but had no recollection of the past three years. HYDRA worked him day and night, training him in his new abilities, filling his heart with deceptions. He learned to control emotions, move objects, and produce force fields. But, it wasn't enough. Feeling the love in the hearts of others made him crave it. It was something he didn't have and he couldn't live without it. So, he planned his getaway. He charmed everyone in the room into allowing his exit, then made his move.

{AND.YOU'LL.NEVER.SEE.ME.AGAIN} Now, he resides in Jacksonville FL with an RN license. HYDRA has yet to find him.
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RP Sample:

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His past has been wiped from him, all aside from memories of childhood. Deep, in those memories, he learned of his own name and such. William Kaplan stood inside the mall, a blank stare fixated on a specific symbol. Is this supposed to mean something to me? What happened to me? The longer he stayed inside the mall, the more people stared. He decided this wasn’t the place to try to remember who he was, where he was, and what he was doing. “Can I help you, sir?” A young lady approached him. “No, ma’am. I was just leaving.”

He wasn’t really aware of what era he was in, but he knew that he’d not been home in quite some time. Why not? Why hadn’t he come to see his family? Had they abandoned him because of his sexuality? So many questions left unanswered. It made him uneasy. Why couldn’t he remember? Was there an accident? He trembled as raidropped began to dance across the pavement, splashing here and there. It’d been a long trip from the swamps to here, and he needed rest. Things began to get blurry, very blurry. How long had it been since he’d last eaten? The gentle pitter patter of the rain played a slow melody, making it hard to focus.
Jolting awake, he felt the drips of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He looked around in the darkness to no avail. He couldn’t see anything. The only thing he really knew was that he was laying on a bed. Holding his hand out, he started chanting, making it glow so he could see where he was. It was a jail cell. Had something worse happened? This day just keeps getting better. He sighed is dispair as the patrolman made his rounds. “Light out, mutant.” The man said, a certain familiar slur coming. He’s drunk. This may be my only chance…[/i] [/ul][/blockquote]

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow.

The above application is property of T!NA (aka Pieixato)
of Caution 2.0. The app is exclusive for 'real life' rp boards.
Quotations used are credited to William Shakespeare. Do
NOT steal or remove credit, unless you wish to feel the
wrath of my personal army of ninja squirrels. I have eyes
everywhere. However, feel free to modify where needed.

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