L'ordre était simple à donner, un Aiden se sentait peu pour. Tandis que le garçon se tenait, penché contre un mur métallique froid, un siroté d'une bouteille de verre réfrigéré avec une quantité respectable de coca cola. Sur sa tête, on voyait clairement une série d'écouteurs caressant les oreilles du jeune adolescent avec un flux de musique, qui à son tour se mit à noyer les cris qui résonnaient dans les couloirs stériles de la prison. "Tuez tout le monde, sans collier de choc." Abaissant ces grands yeux noirs vers le gardien de la prison qui se flétrit mais sa forme squelettique, on ne pourrait que marquer Aiden un tueur psychotique à la vue. Des pieds de marionnettes nécrotiques qui se déplaçaient rapidement faisaient leur chemin dans les couloirs d'une sauvagerie assimilée à des bernards et des barbares, mais le garçon semblait les avoir oubliés, avec son attention constamment dirigée sur l'homme par ses chaussures converses plaquées.
"M-monster..," le directeur a parlé, forçant la parole à mesure que la forme mourante de son souffle grandissait toujours plus lentement. L'expression apathique offerte à son tour attirerait cet homme encore plus craintif de l'événement apocalyptique qui se déroule dans son voisinage immédiat. Les morts se sont levés pour frapper les vivants.
« Un produit de votre tyrannie », a finalement répondu Aiden après qu'un air de silence ait fini par s'effacer autour de sa forme de lithe. Il ne semblait trouver aucun niveau de joie dans le scénario en cours, un peu comme un homme considérerait tuer des cafards une tâche tout à fait dégoûtante. Il ne semblait pas triste, non, mais plutôt dédaigneux. Comme ces doigts minces sentaient la surface froide de la bouteille de verre, Aiden l'apporta à sa bouche et prit une gorgée, tout en abaissant le volume de sa musique. Amaranth, de Nightwish. "Mais vous vous amenderez." Le garçon a fini, se déplaçant doucement la main pour conjurer une brume de la mort pourpre, cachant l'homme et pourrissant sa chair au point d'horreur méconnaissable. Quelques instants plus tard, s'est-il levé, ces yeux vides regardant le nouveau maître de l'homme. Un ordre télépathique était tout ce qui était nécessaire, pour le mettre dans les mêmes rangs que les autres guerriers non-morts.
Avec un soupir lourd, Aiden descendit son regard vers son portable, se rappelant le temps. C'était un tracas, mais ils secouraient leurs frères et sœurs. C'est tout ce qui comptait. Corona était beaucoup trop gentille pour les humains, comme ça l'était. Si l'ordre n'avait pas été donné, Aiden, le jeune adolescent doux et aimant qui ne perdrait pas de temps à exprimer son affection envers les autres, ne manifesterait aucune miséricorde. "Killer!" Une voix résonna dans tout son esprit, faisant serrer les dents du garçon pâle, "meurtre! Oui, tuez-les tous! Tuez! Ce sont des insectes, comme maman et papa! Des insectes!" Il était difficile de filtrer une voix de l'autre, car un chœur de mots déformés s'est mélangé. "Voyez-les souffrir, comme maman et papa! Tuez-les, comme maman et papa! Tuez-les, comme vous voulez mourir! Au dernier mot qui résonne dans tout son crâne, Aiden soulève le volume de sa musique, son corps entier se tensant en réaction.
"Fais chier." Le garçon parlait à travers des dents serrées, ses doigts autour de la bouteille se resserrant, avec une douleur qui résonne dans toute sa tête.
Basic Information
Name
Aiden Creed.
Gender
Male.
Age
Sixteen.
Sexuality
Homosexual, closeted.
Relationship Status
Nope.
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral.
- Aiden is an individual who believes in freedom through chaos.
Fight for your place in the world, and don't waste your time coexisting with a species branding you as a monster. He is, by no stretch of the imagination 'evil', however, Aiden does not only cater towards violent solutions, he condones them. Magneto was a man considered a villain by most, but his vision was not forged in insanity, or sadism. He fought for what he believed was best for mutant kind. To Aiden, humans are the villains.
In Depth Information
Appearance
Let us start from the top, moving our gaze towards Aiden's hair. As it is, Aiden possesses a mop of thick, black hair which proceeds down the left side in a fringe of unkempt streaks. The strands of his hair are rather silky, and incredibly smooth to the touch. Some people have called it luscious, but Aiden would insist that they are overdoing it.
A set of large, black eyes rest above his nose peering forward with a level of disinterest which would draw him appearing bored, and less than amused. Is it a resting bitch face? Not truly, but rather he can appear melancholy most times, even though such dark emotions are far from clouding his mind.
As for facial hair, Aiden seems to have been spared most of its demands, calling for any level of bladed contact.
Speaking of his skin, Aiden is rather pale. It is however safe to say, that it runs in the family. Another thing that appears prevalent within the Creeds would be their slight frames. Aiden stands at a meager five feet, and three inches at sixteen years of age, with a slight ninety pounds to carry him. He is incredibly slender, to the point of scrawniness where one would clearly see those ribs if his shirt appears elsewhere than on his torso.
As a person who has been active throughout his life, the marks of experience make their way across his exposed frame in the form of smaller scars, and bruises. Aiden, having spent a lot of time in the forest and similar locales, has since an age back been closely acquainted to pebble covered grounds, stones and dirt roads. One should of course mention the myriad of trees he has climbed since an ever-younger body allowed.
Every person possesses a scent. Some people appear to blanket themselves in it strongly, enough so for other humans to notice, and others are incredibly subtle. Aiden smells of forest leaves, and nature's touch more often, than not. It is considered rather harmonic, rather serene, and most of all, quite pleasant. Rather fitting, Aiden has a pair of rather effeminate hands, his skin soft and gentle.
Aiden's voice is light, and somewhat raspy to the ear. Given how he is the quieter type, he might just not be used to running his mouth for a long amount of time.
Finally, we'll finish with Aiden's choice of attire. Comfort is the word that comes to mind, comfort and affordable accommodations. A notable feature would perhaps be the tired and mellow appearance Aiden gives off, lacking in sleep and any healthy level of nourishment.
Height
Five feet, three inches.
Weight
Ninety pounds.
Ethnicity
British.

Personality
Apologetic, in a way, Aiden offers those around him an empathetic gaze accompanied by a mellow expression and somewhat apathetic demeanor. He appears to be jaded, quite roughly so, and speaks with a soft, and in every way harmonic voice. A sense of stress, urgency and chaos appears distant if not entirely vacant from this young man. It is no secret that Aiden views those around him based on their evolution, or lack therefor. A hatred for humans is clearly prevalent, though one would be a fool to expect impulsive actions made in anger. Mutants are the next step in the chain, and humans are all but obligated to step aside for the world's new masters.
Indeed, he is a quiet young man. He allows his actions to speak for him, but he is not above a sense of physical affection. Watching a movie with friends, sharing a plate of food, and offering a shoulder to lean on are all second nature to Aiden. Perhaps unexpected from one who dedicates themselves to a terrorist organization? Not at all. Aiden pursues his beliefs, much like humans seeking to oppress his kind.
Humans are, in all intents and purposes, worth less than mutant kind. They are an infestation, and though his leader allows for humans to indeed be supportive of their kind, Aiden would not waste a single breath. "It's not about being better than them. A lion has nothing to prove, to a rat."
Towards his friends, Aiden is kindhearted, and sometimes even mischievous. His silence draws him a rather curious individual and by all means, weird. However, he harbors an intense love towards his kind, and stops at nothing to offer whatever he can, in the pursuit of mutant freedom. Or rather, mutant supremacy.
Clothing
Aiden wears simple clothing consisting of cargo pants, t-shirts and hoodies. Upon his feet, he wears typical canvas shoes, with all of his clothing coming off a tad too baggy for his slender form. Sleeves tend to hang down his bony fingers, and his pants require belts to stay up.
Weaponry
Aiden does not use weaponry.
Equipment
Aiden always wears a shoulder bag where he keeps a small pencil case, and a sketch book.
Spiritual Information
Beliefs
The concept of faith was lost to Aiden some time ago.
Religious Trinkets
None.
Feats
Power

Aiden possesses a peculiar ability to cause necrosis in organic matter. With this power, the young man can act much like a virus, or infestation, where he can infect an individual with a withering plague. This causes the victim to suffer an effect similar to that of necrosis where organic tissue withers, ages and rots. This ability is clearly visible upon use, where a vaguely purple energy manifests itself. Additionally, Aiden can use this ability in another way, described below.
Strengths
Necrotic Manifestations
- Much like the conjuring of ice and fire, Aiden is able to concentrate his ability into a dangerous beam, or wave of necrotic energy.
Necrotic Body
- It would appear that Aiden's frame is immune to the strife of biological degeneration where his cells would otherwise split and degenerate. This has effectively halted Aiden's aging process entirely, however, this is still unknown to him.
Necrotic Puppet
- Perhaps the most disturbing of Aiden's repertoire. Upon using his powers, Aiden is able to infect a dead brain with his virus like ability, taking control of a corpse. This newly reanimated puppet can preform simple tasks, and follows mentally projected instructions given by its master. If the brain stem is damaged, these husks promptly die, and cannot be animated again.
Weaknesses
Necrotic Curse
- Though his powers render him immune to biological degeneration, Aiden's ability constantly saps his mortal frame of energy which renders him tired, fatigued and weak. This also prevents Aiden from gaining weight, or building muscle as his powers would drain him of both.
Necrotic Mind
- Perhaps not an immediate weakness caused by his powers, Aiden suffers from hallucinations, temporal psychosis, and inner voices. His physical weakness makes this much harder to resist.

Skills
Strengths
Drawing
- In a search for something to focus his attention, Aiden came across the art of drawing, and painting.
Pain Tolerance
- Due to abuse, Aiden has grown rather numb to pain.
Jaded
- Aiden is able to witness quite horrendous scenes, without his gut turning or feeling the effects of panic.
Weaknesses
Physical Aptitude
- A weak, scrawny and slight frame leaves little to the imagination. Aiden can't throw a worthwhile punch to save his life.
Resilience
- Despite being emotionally numb to pain, his body isn't able to take a lot of damage before going down.
Combat
- Aiden isn't a physical combatant. He'd avoid physical confrontation at all costs.
Mental Issues
- Aiden has a myriad of mental issues, involving hallucinations, voices inside of his head, temporal psychosis and sometimes mental manifestations which are hallucinations that can very well physically interact with him. These are, of course, only a figment of Aiden's very messed up imagination.
Social Prowess
- Though kindhearted, and polite towards his kind, Aiden can be a bit of a chore to be around, due to his issues.
Traits
Likes
Plushies.
Flowers.
Company.
Soda.
Cats.
Animals.
Mainly Cats.
Dogs, almost as much as cats.
Drawing.
The Outdoors.
Listening to his iPod.
Dislikes
Internal Voices.
Confined Spaces.
Vegetables.
Sleeping.
Fears
Spiders.
Psychosis.
Cages.
Historical Information
Investigative Notes
- Found at the age of twelve beaten, and bloodied. Both of his parents appeared to have died from severe necrosis.
- It was revealed that Aiden had been viciously abused until the age of twelve, when he was found.
- Aiden displayed severe mental issues upon retrieval, the result of extreme trauma.
- He was then admitted to a mental hospital where he has now spent four years.
- Aiden is currently on medication, which has proved somewhat effective.
- Aiden was recently released into the custody of a "guardian", this being the M.L.A.
History
Growing up with abusive parents is not an original state of being. Indeed, a tale old and heard. Aiden would proceed to continue these statistics with peers turning their drug induced wrath towards an unwanted son. Hooking up at an early age, one mistake lead to another, and all too reckless lifestyle landed two previous lovebirds in a nest they could barely keep.
Shifting their focus to alcohol and the ever releasing powder, Aiden was left to fend for himself for most parts of his life. Indeed, this lead to a great deal of hours spent outside the confines of the boy's home. It was a commodity for Aiden to seek comfort in the presence of others, though as many victims of domestic abuse, he kept the truth of what came to unfold behind closed doors, to himself.
Aiden lived a rather common life, apart from his personal situation. A school day consisted of spending time with closer friends, and keeping a distance from those known as bullies. Upon reaching his home, he'd proceed to keep a distance from his parents as well, though this was not always a successful endeavor.
Upon his abilities coming to be, Aiden came to notice a notable shift in his being. That of which came in contact with him withered and rotted into nothingness, and his frame felt all the weaker. The beatings he took felt worse, due to this change. Retreating from the social pursuits which had once offered comfort, Aiden was understandably intrigued and terrified by these powers. Though, this fear turned him into a recluse, whereas in he attempted to learn enough, to prevent his powers from escaping his frame.
This addition would however come to destroy the home Aiden once knew. Though he had come to learn how to control these abilities, enough physical trauma easily surpassed the walls he had built. This evidently lead to a reaction out of Aiden's control, where his aggressors met their end.
Alliance
The M.L.A.
Extra
Those with the power to read minds, would be able to hear the myriad of voices inside Aiden's head, which would be highly disturbing for them.
Aiden's favorite pastime apart from drawing, is learning about grand mythos such as Cthulu's world.
Aiden's favorite video game is Overwatch.
Aiden has an unspoken attraction for physically altered mutants.






Name
Milo (Derived from the subject name M110.)
Alias
Edge
Age
Created to appear in his early twenties.
Character Alignment
Chaotic Good
Milo was created to destroy. While he maintains the same level of chaotic aptitude in combat, he does refrain from killing when possible. In the midst of a battle however, it is difficult to always render opponents unconscious without lethal means.
Identity
Secret
Character Personality
Milo is a young man with many thoughts, his mind traveling in circles more often than not. One could blame it on his engineered life but he tends to overthink things often and can at times be forgetful, trying to keep track of too many things at once. Despite his appearance showing an expression of boredom or indifference, once you get to know Milo you'll see a sarcastic, lighthearted and fun-loving individual who doesn't appear to take life too seriously. He is indeed categorized as one of the quieter types of people, still getting used to his new position as a free man.
He can be a bit all over the place, both physically and mentally. Milo wouldn't exactly be considered polite or respectful, but rather appears to act the same towards everyone. Having been locked up throughout his life has left the artificial being rather socially crippled which quite seriously effects his social situations. Milo is blunt to a fault and doesn't sugarcoat anything. He likes to joke around and remains honest most of the time because he doesn't see a reason to hide the truth unless it's absolutely necessary.
Despite acting like a brat at times, those who know Milo know that he stops at nothing for those he considers his comrades. No man left behind is a motto he runs with. He's supposed to be there for others at all times and that is a lesson he has learned throughout the missions he has participated in. If for nothing else, to raise the effectiveness of the team through positive relations. It is however noteworthy to take into consideration, that Milo's presence in the Sentinel Services was as a weapon, nothing more. At the very least, that's how his comrades viewed him.
Milo has displayed impressive patience and often finds something to do while waiting for others and though he is laid back to a fault, Milo has been noted to be a neat freak and a perfectionist. Everything always needs to be in its place and Milo is incredibly strict when it comes to being on time, at least concerning himself. Oddly enough, he appears satisfied as long he has lived up to his own expectations, others don't seem to matter as much when it comes to time management.
Appearance
Milo stands at a meager five and a half feet, weighing ninety pounds, something considered quite a disadvantage in brawn and strength. He doesn't appear to possess many visible muscles either, his limbs rather thin and slender. With a scrawny frame, Milo would clearly be labeled as harmless and unable to fight, a set of ribs easily visible beneath his skin. One can draw the obvious conclusion that the artificial soldier isn't fit for melee endeavors, however he'd gladly prove you otherwise. A weak appearance puts your opponent off guard, something that was taken into consideration upon his creation.
The thick black hair atop his head falls down to the base of his neck along with bangs covering his eyes unless kept out of the way with either a bandana, headband or toboggan. A pair of curious brown eyes are constantly kept on the lookout, as if waiting for an impending ambush. In truth, Milo simply prefers to keep his surroundings in check. Needless to say, he hates surprises as long as he's not the one giving them. An expression of indifference or boredom are common sights upon this boy, appearing less than amused but not necessarily dissatisfied.
While lacking combat scars, something his powers would not allow him to retain, several puncture wounds from the pointy end of needles can be found on various parts of his body. It is safe to assume that they found home on his frame before his mutation came to fruition. A pair of black cargo pants reach down to his ankles where they are slightly folded up and a black hoodie often find home atop his torso. Due to his smaller size, Milo often wears over sized shirts but he has gotten used to the nuisance. His hands always find home in a pair of fingerless leather gloves which allows for a better grip and would be considered stylish by his standards.
Indeed, while adept in both combat and acrobatic maneuvers, Milo often has to rely on finesse and grace in fights. Martial arts is a skill he is incredibly familiar with but it's not magic. He will have difficulties overpowering largely muscled opponents with fists alone and thus prefers to use bladed weaponry in lieu of unarmed combat.
Lacking in imagination, Milo feels most at home in black clothing as well as black canvas shoes. He never did consider himself fashionable in any way. Milo is often, as was the purpose of his design, considered quite attractive by his surroundings. The olive tint to his skin would easily dot his ethnic home somewhere in the middle east and his thick hair hugs his face quite nicely. It is uncommon to see Milo without some kind of music attached to his person. A pair of headphones appear on his head more often than not and it's safe to say that his thoughts wander freely, leaving him less than aware of his surroundings at times.
Equipment, and Weapon

To compare with the superpowered threats he was put up against, Milo was armed with an HF sword, which offers an extreme level of cutting power. His blade can, when fully activated, cut through steel with ease. However, the sword can only manage such high frequency vibrations in short bursts, where it has to recharge before further use.


Origin Info/Details
"It's no mystery anymore, the ability to create artificial lifeforms. Nor is it an impossibility to create a human being in a test tube. Honestly, one could almost consider it a cliché at this point. M110, it's a name I got acquainted with throughout my life in a facility I called home. I wish I could give you something more interesting to listen to, but I'm afraid it's simpler than I'd like to pretend. There's a recipe for mutations out there, hidden deep beneath the heavy layers of research within the confines of laboratories and facilities. It's a funny thought, honestly. Imagine your life drawn out on a notepad before you're finally brought to fruition. I can safely say that I had no biological parents. Am I human? I was created to be one, but what exactly does that mean? Simply because I look like a human, bleed like a human and act like one, does that inherently make me homosapien? I guess that's a philosophical conversation for another time. You want to know about my past and how I got here. I'll tell you as much as I remember.
We'll start at the beginning. As I said, I was never actually born. I was created. What was the purpose of that? I wish I could say it was because someone really wanted a son but that wasn't the case. At this point I am sure you can guess my purpose, it was to be a weapon like many biological weapons before me. Does the Weapons X program ring a bell? I'm not an android or a cyborg, I'm completely organic but I guess you could call it bionic, right?
The mold for my appearance came from my creator's late son. That's a bit morbid, if you ask me. She apparently couldn't say goodbye. He died at twenty, from what I could gather. Creating me wasn't exactly a healthy way of coping but there were other reasons for writing my name on a drawing board. You've seen the typical heroes and villains out there, right? Some of them are huge brutes, some of them are heroic and muscular. Some of them are magical and command the powers of mysticism, and then there's me. I was designed on a cellular level to look inconspicuous. My body's slim to an almost scrawny level without any muscles visible on my skin. My eyes are made to be big, innocent and my voice hints at a lack of strength behind every word. It's the perfect assassin, wouldn't you say? A person who people would lower their guard around, a person no one would look at, twice.
Designed to look small, fragile and innocent but with the capabilities of a professional martial artist and none of my apparent restrictions, they cooked up a weapon they were satisfied with. Of course, this mold was just the beginning. The mutation they gave me was an insurance of sorts, a means of removing my expiration date. Of course, it also keeps me alive and completely removes any kind of maintenance. So, technically they gave me the mutation of immortality, in a way. True immortality is impossible to come across from what I know, but I guess I'm pretty close. You'd think that they'd give this mutation to everyone, but it's not really that simple. Your body has to react positively to the treatment, otherwise it straight up kills you. They had to create a bionic person specifically for this mutation to actually work. It's not a cheap process, and it's why there's only one of me.
They did give me one addition on top of my mutation, however. I am a lot more agile and reflexive than what's considered normal. Some people might call it supernatural. It's a combination of my biology and my training which bears fruit, I guess.
Alright, that's about enough of the technical information, isn't it? There's probably a lot more to tell about the cellular configuration of my biological structures and whatnot but honestly, I don't really know what to tell you. All I know is what I've gathered and I'm not exactly a scientist. I wouldn't understand half the things written about me. I'll tell you about my experiences instead, that's what you want to hear about.
I was always treated rather well by Dr. Hemsworth. She was the one put in charge of me. When they finally let me out of the glass confines I had been seeing the world through, Dr. Hemsworth was the one who took care of me. She taught me all manner of things, really. Combat knowledge was a mixture of artificial downloads placed in my brain during creation and physical exercise which took place in the same laboratory, and it took quite a while before I was sent on my first mission. I still remember it quite clearly. I had been designed to kill, and my target was a certain Robin Clay. He was a man with many enemies, mainly because he was a drug lord.
I think this ties into explaining exactly who it was that created me. They're not around anymore, but it was an underground organisation working for the Sentinel Services. This was kept under wraps from even most of the SS. Create artificial mutants, to kill mutants? That wouldn't fly, with most. Sentinel Services called this branch Void.
Between missions, Dr. Hemsworth treated me much like a mother would treat her son. She was really good to me and never saw me as a weapon, but rather as her responsibility. Though, all good things come to an end, don't they? The reason for my existence was a simple one. Get a target, kill it, move on. Though, Void was eventually destroyed, by the X-Men.
Oh, what did M110 stand for? Male one hundred and ten. I was their one hundred and tenth attempt at this. Now, I'm free. Now, I'll make sure to repay humans for the countless mutant deaths I was set upon." 
Combat Type
Acrobatic Martial Artist.
Milo uses grace and dexterous martial combat. He is excellent at bladed combat, and unarmed prowess, though is more than capable with other forms of melee weaponry. However, firearms and other ranged approaches are far from his expertise.
Powers
Rapid Regeneration
The user can rapidly regenerate. In other words, they recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, sometimes slowing, or even stopping, aging. The rate and amount of healing varies widely, some can regrow missing limbs, others must put the limb back in place for rapid regeneration. They are generally in very good physical shape as their bodies are constantly reverting to a healthy state, granting them nigh-inexhaustible stamina and vitality. - Superpower Wiki
Strengths
Due to Milo's mutation, his ageing has stopped since his cells die and regenerate in equilibrium.
As the name suggests, this ability allows for near instant regeneration of wounds Milo sustains, be it flesh wounds, burns or severed limbs.
This mutation prevents Milo from getting sick and denies him the need to feed or drink as his body constantly maintains itself which effectively removes the feelings of hunger and thirst.
Weaknesses
The more Milo regenerates, the more fatigued he becomes. Naturally, the graver the wound the more energy it will drain to regenerate. Too much use of this power will cause Milo to faint, leaving him incredibly vulnerable.
Cutting the nape in Milo's neck will instantly kill him. The nape of his neck is the nexus and center of his regenerative abilities.
Though agelessness is a strength in many ways, it has both a social and psychological effect on Milo which leads to negative outcomes. Due to his creation, lives with many regrets which in a way cannot be erased by time's passing. On top of that, the knowledge of constantly outliving his friends, seeing them grow and develop in the process while he is stuck in time is a hard truth to accept.
Given the fact that Milo does not need to eat, he has neglected eating all together with the exception of downing sodas. Due to this, swallowing solid food would actually hurt him as his body has grown unused to the procedure.
Finally, drowning will also kill Milo, due to cutting off oxygen to his brain.
Lacking Skills
Technology
Milo was never designed to handle technical issues and as such lacks knowledge and skill in the feat.
Firearms
Being too loud for his line of work, no amount of time was put into firearm training.
Leadership
While able to take orders well enough, Milo does not have the mindset to be a leader.
Brute Force
Focusing entirely on finesse and grace, Milo's design flaw leaves him with less brute force than many other physical combatants.
Computers
Much like Technology, Milo hasn't had much experience with computers.
Social Skills
As would be expected from someone with Milo's background, the boy seriously lacks in social charisma and skill. Even though his appearance suggests a social aspect, it is clear that his persuasive skills lie entirely in physical looks.
Skills
Martial Combat
Blades and hand to hand combat is Milo's expertise.
Stealth
Milo was, after all, designed to be an assassin.
Athletics and Acrobatics
Needless to say, Milo was created to be a flowing wind on the battlefield.
Extras
Milo is, contrary to belief, really lazy and can be found napping in weird areas. Like a cat.
He loves music and always has a pair of headphones on, and his favorite artist is Madonna...and Jpop.
Milo loves anime.