Community Job: Dog handler/Graveyard Overseer (Night Shift)
Reside in: An abandoned bungalow near the junkyard
How long have they been in Redwood?: Newly Arrived
Faceclaim: LaKeith Stanfield
Headcanons:
Aaron has two children he left behind in Ark, and three children in total. He doesn’t know what has happened to them, or any of his family.
He keeps a knife on himself at all times for self-defense. If Redwood had allowed it, he would have kept his gun. He’s still not quite happy with it being taken away.
Throughout the apocalypse, he robbed quite a few people. A fact that he is not necessarily proud of, but something he considered necessary for his own survival
In his free time, he volunteered in an animal shelter, which is where his love especially for dogs originated
Even though he was in a band, he never quite enjoyed the performance aspect of it too much. He really mostly just enjoyed making music with his friends.
His transition was almost entirely DIY.
Biography:
Aaron is a person of his own making, and everybody should remember that.
Born to Azizi and Lela Omari as their ‘daughter’, Aaron remembers barely anything about his life before Ark. He only knows he wasn’t born there through some hazy memories of a dingy kitchen in a one-bedroom apartment and a man, who didn’t seem like he belonged there, coming to visit them. That is all he remembers before his parents joined the small, religious community Ark. With little reference to draw on what a normal life looked like, and his parents wishing to assimilate into their newfound community, Aaron grew up not knowing or even sensing that anything could be wrong with his life.
Until it went wrong. Aaron doesn’t like to talk about what caused him to leave Ark in his early twenties, but he did. Pregnant at the time, he set out on foot to trek to the nearest town and make his way away from the community he’d called his home for the longest time. To say his life was turbulent after he left Ark would be an understatement. Giving birth along the way and practically leaving the baby at the hospital, Aaron traveled down South the West Coast until he reached one, fateful city. Los Angeles.
Life outside of Ark up until that point had been overwhelming, full of things that Aaron didn’t know or quite understand, and it was more because of convenience that he ended up staying. The big city offered the option of anonymity, a place where nobody seemed to care who Aaron had been before, and so, Aaron decided to remain in the City of Angels for a while. His life there had challenges - homelessness interrupted only by occasional stay at a women’s or homeless shelter, the dangers of living on the street, finding work, making money, his own troubles - things Aaron had to figure out mostly on his own. Finding a shred of stability was hard work, and Aaron might not have been able to done it, had he not met Nico.
It was more of a chance meeting, with Nico working at one of the shelters Aaron was frequently staying in, and soon enough, the two became friends. Nico was exactly the jumpstart Aaron needed to gain somewhat of a stable footing in LA. Joining up with Nico’s communities by association, he soon found himself a place among the misfits of LA. Nico helped him figure out many things - his trans identity being one of them - and helped Aaron discover his love and talent for music. Soon enough, Aaron joined up with Nico’s underground indie band “Crossroads’, that was starting to pick up and in need of a new bassist.
The band had just started their first tour across America when the apocalypse seemed to really hit. Through circumstance, the band got trapped in Columbus, forced to stay in lockdown. Things slowly seemed to deteriorate as the virus progressed. Initially allowed to stay in their hotel and then forced into quarantine camps, the band watched as the city seemed to slowly fall and descend into chaos. While they tried to stay together, soon enough they got separated from each other, and so, Aaron was once again forced to set out into the world on his own.
For the most part after, Aaron survived alone. He kept away from most survivor groups, only interacting with them when needed. Among the rubble of civilization, he was looking for a place that was safe, while also trying to find his lost bandmates. And after a long, bothersome trek, he found Redwood. And while he is not quite sure whether he can even trust this place, or whether he will stay, he decided to give it a chance. Because really, what other options does he have?
