Petit Coeur
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Backstory
Aidan Haze was born to Lily and Humbert Haze in the mid-fifties, at a hospital in a small, rural town. Thrilled to have a son, it was quite understanable that they were perplexed when he turned out to be such a pretty little thing. Instead of inheriting his father’s good looks, he gained his mother’s beauty. Despite that oddity, his parents were still quite loving, and his childhood was normal. Ordinary grades, teasing, everything any average kid experienced. Such wasn’t to last though, as one fate filled day would have it. Frolicking in the park with a group of friends, young Aidan met a man that, unknown to him at the time, would change his life forever.
Tall, dark and handsome, the man went by the name of William. Suave and handsome the man quickly won his way into Aidan’s naive heart with candy, flowers and promises of pretty things. His parents, unaware of the reality of the situation, thought it was some sort of invisible friend that kids are prone to having. Clandestine meetings became more and more common, during recesses and after school under the guise of tutoring and academic related activities. More and more time was spent at William’s private estate. It was during these intimate times that Aidan was introduced to crossdressing, the boy discovered that he quite liked the frilly and lacy things of the opposite gender. This endeared the boy to the older man, and set his loins aflame. In the heat of passion, William took Aidan intimately.
After the content stupor of the act faded, William became increasingly paranoid and possessive. Convinced that he’d be found out and Aidan taken from him, the man did what he thought was best. He killed the young Aidan, to keep the secret between them forever, as well as make sure that no one else could have him.
Brandishing an Axe, William did the dirty deed of killing his forbidden love. Fragmenting his body, he deposited the corpse in a lonely, over grown grove. There the dead boy rested for some time before he was discovered. Not by the cops, but a young budding doctor who was dabbling in some rather grotesque research. Seeing the perfect opportunity to test his theories, he gathered up the corpse of the boy and brought it back to his lab. There he pieced him back together and crossed his fingers as he threw the fateful switch.
To the doctor’s gleeful surprise, the experiment was a success! Aidan lived again. However, the boy was not nearly as happy as the doctor. Angry, scared, and confused, he fled.
Now he roams the lands aimlessly, no rhyme or reason to his unlife.
Mental
Personality: Stubborn, withdrawn, bitter, indignant, easily annoyed, sarcastic. Loyal and affectionate only when she likes someone...otherwise detached.
Quirks: Stockholm Syndrome, possibly passive aggressive, possibly co-dependent but quite in denial of it.
Current Mental Health Level: 100%
Distinguishing Features
-Pale, sickly flesh riddled with stitches.
-Easily mistaken for a girl, hence I use a female avatar and pronouns in my rp...unless around those who know, then I'll default to male pronouns. :3
