À l'extérieur de la salle 16
Aedin a baissé les mains alors qu'il a remarqué que la personne était accrochée à une corde. Subconsciemment, il s'est griffé le cou avec une grimace. Le corps lui a raconté des histoires sur cet endroit sombre sans dire un mot. Tout cet endroit était malade, mais il allait faire tout ce dont il avait besoin pour survivre et s'échapper. Bien que ce n'était pas sa première expérience avec un cadavre, il a senti que c'était plutôt mauvais. La première fois, il avait certainement vomi, mais cette fois pour l'éviter, il a tourné le dos et compté à trois dans sa tête. Une. Deux. Trois.
Il s'est ensuite retourné et a retiré le ruban gentiment des mains du corps pour qu'il puisse saisir la hache. Il savait qu'il devait profiter de tous les avantages qu'il pouvait pour survivre. Il a ensuite commencé à vérifier les poches du corps tout en faisant de son mieux pour ne pas sentir le corps, peut-être qu'il pourrait trouver quelque chose d'autre utile ici. Parfois, il parlait sous sa pause. "C'est bon, Aedin, juste un corps. Juste un corps."
Il a ensuite délié le corps et l'a posé sur le sol comme le laissant accrocher se sentait juste mal. Ensuite, il a fait de son mieux pour obtenir la corde. Une fois qu'il a fini avec tout cela, il a pris un respirateur à quelques pas du corps.
Name: Aedin Demavend
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs.
Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it.
He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it.
Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way.
Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt.
Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it.
Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.