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Aidan Lee Holmes Thirty-seven He/Him Reincarnation of Hades Lee Pace

Biography:

Trigger Warnings: maternal death, mental and animal abuse, mention of suicide and homicide

Sometimes to give life, life had to be taken, and with the birth of darkness came death.

William’s birth was bitter sweet -- it was a cool Autumn day, red and gold leaves scattered across the grounds in North Carolina, but it was too cold. Far too cold. He was born naturally to two parents, Andrew and Elizabeth Asher, but the child’s mother didn’t survive. There was far too much blood loss to salvage the woman, and with her death came William’s inevitable beratement. It was clear that, at such a young age, William was destined for great things. Terrible, but great. Yet, his father was unwilling to acknowledge his child’s gift in the sciences. He was unwilling to embrace the boy for his talents and instead turned on him for his faults.

Being blamed for his mother’s death so early on certainly took a toll on William, leaving him to take his pent up anger on everyone and everything around him, which included -- but was not limited to -- his older brother and the various pets the small family purchased and/or rescued throughout the years. Because of his father’s apparent hatred for him, William knew he had to take matters into his own hands. No one would truly suspect a child, would they? A boy in a well off family, with all the things he could ever want to keep him happy and a promised career that had been long under the family name -- on paper, he was perfect. The only problem with the idea that he had, was that they would surely suspect him.

His behavior in school was less than satisfactory; phone calls home, written referrals that were required to be signed, the loss of privileges such as recess. William lashed out at everyone, but in a quiet and introverted way. He schemed and planned to sabotage his fellow classmates and teachers, but he was sloppy, so very sloppy. The boy’s mental state was strained due to the years of abuse caused by his father and it was placed on a pedestal for all the world to see. So when his father took his own life, the finger was pointed at dear William, who for once, hadn’t gone through with his most desired plan.

Seeing as how he was far too young to go to prison, and after an extensive and thorough trial, the decision was made to put William in the care of the local psychiatric hospital. There he underwent exhaustive tests, trialed various medications to cure his wandering mind, all in vain, but this knowledge was kept hidden beneath the surface. William knew nothing was working, but he had become quite the convincing liar. Once his treatment was completed, and once he became of age, he was thrown into a cell with another body. However, problems continued to unfold the longer William remained in prison -- it seemed detaining him wasn’t an option. At least, it seemed they couldn’t handle him.

William, with his ever growing stature and attitude, was transferred from the NC Department of Correction, and instead was dumped into the Coastal State Prison located in Savannah, Georgia. There he was met with a far more strict security system, something he knew he couldn’t mess around with, so he figured it was high time to play nice. Perhaps then they would notice, and perhaps then they would let him out sooner than the judge had originally given him. These were high hopes -- and they were all thrown out the window the first night he slept in his too small bunk. The dream was vivid, terrifying and beautiful all at once.

He dreamed of death, and life, and the creation of humans. He dreamed of ruling the darkness and its power. He dreamed of the wealth that surrounded him and the crown of jewels atop his head. He dreamed of swishing cloaks and the finest wine he had ever tasted. When the dream had ended, however, William was left feeling empty that the vision had been terminated far too quickly, but he also had found a new sense of purpose, a new sense of living. He had found that he was so much more than the deranged killer his father had made him out to be. He was a god.

But that wasn’t all -- while William so desperately tried to fall asleep, hoping he could find himself in that dream again, he was gifted with something more. With every flick of his fingers, every wave of his wrist, the shadows danced and writhed as if under his command. It wasn’t every day that a mere mortal was gifted with such an ability, but of course, he was no mere mortal. Not anymore. He was Hades, god of the Underworld, and a simple prison wasn’t going to hold him. William’s initial plan of waiting it out and playing nice was soon thrown out the window, and he found that the shadows were terribly forgiving under his will.

Escaping was in the cards. Death was swift among the correction officers and other staff who got in his way, especially those who tried so dearly to stop him. Leaving a trail of both unconscious and dead bodies, William was able to escape the prison without much trouble, but he knew he couldn’t stay in Georgia any longer, not when there was going to be a manhunt. Dead or alive, as they say. But, thanks to his newfound abilities, the gifted was able to go into hiding, escaping the clutches of the law and blending in with the every day man. All he needed was a beard, a new name, and his beloved darkness to shield him from any unwanted attention.

However, his new life was shortly lived; Savannah was calling to him. It needed him back, it needed Hades back, and William was going to oblige. There was no fear in returning, no fear in thinking these people would remember him -- the hair on his face had overgrown, full and thick, hiding half of his face in salted darkness, and his name washed over any mention of the Asher family. Hades was now Aidan Holmes, an unknown man, a shadow, a broken spirit with a covet for something more than what he was incorrectly given.

Abilities:

The ability to mold and bend shadows and darkness at will would be surprising to most, but for Aidan it seemed almost natural, easy to comprehend even, like he knew he was meant for something this great. He’s embraced the absence of light with open arms, and with such an open mind to the god’s gift, learning to control it has been an easier process than anticipated. Aidan’s learned that the shadows are not just shadows, but they can have form, fullness and density. They can become something more, something tangible, something he can hold and caress and use to his advantage.

He’s created nightmares, creatures that hide in closets and under beds -- Aidan’s become something of a boogeyman, something he prides himself being, but this title will only last as he tests his limits. He’s found he can smother the light, destroying it completely, but only for short periods of time. He’s also aware of the fact that he can access the darkness as a sort of portal system, but to where is unclear. Most of his days are spent causing sudden power outages, frightening people to death on the streets and creating new forms and creatures. Organic and inorganic shapes, anything he can think of. The possibilities are endless.

AIDAN IS TAKEN AND PLAYED BY GAIA IN EST

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