Intersection nord
Aedin a rigé son visage avec une expression frustrée. Tout était pareil ici. Intersection ici. Des ordures là-bas. Des couloirs partout. Il tendit un peu son bras en regardant chaque couloir. Il a sorti la hache qu'il a récupérée de la personne morte et a utilisé la lame pour gratter dans une ligne horizontale au niveau des yeux. Si personne ne le cherchait, il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'ils voient la ligne sans une bonne lumière.
Aedin ne voulait certainement pas se perdre ici, donc il voulait avoir des marqueurs clairs pour l'aider à retourner à son lit. Il ne se souciait surtout pas de l'impression qu'on le regardait, mais à l'heure actuelle, il ne pouvait pas faire grand-chose à ce sujet. Il s'est moqué de lui-même. "Je ne sais pas ce qui va mieux. Vivre dans la rue ou vivre ici. Pour tout ce que je sais, c'est peut-être un pas en avant." Surtout s'il pouvait trouver un système qui le gardait en vie.
Une fois qu'il a fini de mettre la ligne dans le mur, il a pris le couloir ouest sans une seconde pensée. Il savait qu'il trouverait comment l'endroit était aménagé, il avait juste besoin de temps pour s'habituer à la région.
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.