Halvor Aether

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.:Name:. Halvor Aether
.:Nick Name:. Hal
.:Affiliation:. Arkers, Delinquints
.:Age:. 17 (As of S1)

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.:Physical Appearance:. Hal stands at an even 5 foot 10 inches. Hal, on the Ark and on the ground wasn't ever the biggest,  he's not at all physically imposing, more lean than mass, but beneath his shirts are sets of tightly corded muscles, always ready to fire. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are like flecks of slate embedded in his fair skin.

Hal often dresses practically, not wishing to restrict his movements. Usually this would be a t-shirt and shorts.
.:Height:. 5' 10"
.:Portrayed by:. Iwan Rheon

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.:Personality:. Hal's smart, very good at thinking on his feet, though not always considering the long term effects his actions could cause. He's a bit competitive and doesn't back down, even if sometimes, he should. Hal is resiliant, only ever staying down if he can't find his feet. He knows that he doesn't look tough or like even a threat to some and he actively uses this to his advantage. From his mother's teachings and from being on the ground for just a short while, he's learned that underestimating someone at a critical moment could cause failure. He doesn't mind starting conversations, his logic being that if he's gonna live with someone he may as well get to know them. He's somewhat of an oddity, while certiantly had the skills to join Bellamy's guard, he didn't like the type of rule Bellamy encouraged.

"Chaos is what we had, Order is what we dreamed of."

.:Special Skills:. Hal's time on the Ark aided him greatly on the ground. He has a knack for fighting, especially with his hands. His creative and quick mind often coming up with new ideas on how to hurt someone either in the heat of the moment, or just in his freetime. 

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.:Birthplace:. The Ark
.:Family:. Mary-Beth Aether (Mother, Deceased) Jordan Trace (Father, Deceased)
.:Occupation:. Former Guard Cadet, Student
.:History:.
Like almost all children, Hal was an only child, raised by a single mother and a single father. Halvor's mother was a sergeant in the Guard aboard the ark, but his father suffered from a long lasting illness. His mother would often come and teach Hal fighting techniques. She was loving, but harsh at the same time, demanding results. Since Hal could walk and was coordinated enough to flail his little fists he would be drilled.

During his youth though, their entire lives revolved around keeping his father alive, despite Hal overhearing people talking with his mother, begging her to just let him die, saying that he was an extra mouth they couldn't affort, she refused.

Eventually, with a small recommendation from his mother, he was able to become a Cadet in the guard. His constant training with his mother paid off and he was one of the best in his group in combat skills. Hal showed promise, he was certain that if he continued on his path he'd be a guardsmen in no time. However, in his mother's words, he threw it all away. His father was dying, that much had been clear for a long time. Hal tried to sneak him some extra food, but he had to steal it. He was able to palm a few pieces of bread from a table as he passed by. Though, when he would look back on it, he must not have been as sneaky as he thought. Somone had seen it and of course, they told someone. As a member of the guard, he was disgraced. His fellow members let him know their distaste, personally before they tossed in a cell, bruised and battered, expected to rot until he turned 18 so they could toss him out of the station.

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.:Name or Online Alias:. Bolt
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