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With the ongoing conflict with the Skaikru, Aedan had volunteered to go patrolling with Sae and a few others for awhile. It was supposed to be a simple patrolling task and yet here they were being circled by a group of Reapers. The group that once consisted of six Grounders had dwindled down to three. The others had managed to run off when one of the Reapers’ blades dug into his forearm. He managed to get lucky that the sharp blade hadn’t cut too deeply, despite the fresh blood staining his right arm. Regardless of how many years he spent training as a warrior, it was hard to shake off the fear he felt when he stared at the five Reapers surrounding them. They were told stories of Reapers, how they had once been their people only to betray them. As far as he knew, Reapers were a lost cause. There was no helping them return to their former states. That brought up the question of what they would do them now that they were surrounded?

Considering only warriors were taught the English language, he turned his attention over to Sae warily as his hands were twitching to grasp his sword. Their companion, their junior, staring over at one of the Reapers. Maybe it wouldn’t to avoid their native language if it meant the Reapers would be too busy communicating among themselves. They seemed busy enough trying to decide which of them were to be devoured or taken by them. “We fight or we die.” Aedan spoke, eyebrows furrowing in frustration at the thought. They wouldn’t get out of this so easily. The eighteen year old had been tempted to say more but the sudden charge from the Reapers had silenced him. He was forced to step back, taking on the brunt of the attack, already having his suspicions he would be feeling it tomorrow morning. "Shof op!" One of the reapers shouted at them, earning varying responses from them. Being quiet wasn't exactly an option here.

Almost immediately, his blade was drawn and he forced himself to quickly recover his footing and return to the fight. All of his life had been spent fighting, there was no reason to turn tail and run now. Besides, even if they wanted to.. they were placing the rest of their village at risk. He couldn’t bear the thought of placing someone else in harm’s way. Despite how much strength Aedan tried to place in each attack, he couldn’t keep up with the aggressiveness that the Reapers showed. It didn’t matter how quick he tried to be either. One moment he was attacking one of them and the next he was being knocked forward into the arms of another Reaper. A sharp hiss escaped his lips at the dull pain spreading throughout his body. Even with the pain he felt, Aedan's glance had only flickered over to his companions for a moment, before his blade was knocked out of his hands he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He could feel himself being pulled into the tight grip of another being, forcibly taken into the possession of someone else. All moments before his consciousness flickered between the imagine of Sae and their companion still fighting to their lives before they were outnumbered and forced into the hold of the Reapers. The entire trip to the tunnels underneath Mount Weather had been spent unconscious, Aedan being down for the count.

Being harshly tossed onto the ground had stirred Aedan back into consciousness, earning an inaudible rambles from the male. His body ached and he could've sworn he was already suffering from an impending headache. Raising his head off of the ground as he forced himself into a sitting position, Aedan's head turned over to Sae noticing she was already beginning to walk up. "Sae.." He was barely reaching a hand out to stir her only to stop as he heard another set of footsteps coming towards them.

Tag: Sae whoa, this turned out longer than I thought.

Affiliation: Grounder, Mountain Men, Reapers || Orientation: Confused || 18 || Reaper, former warrior



Considering Aedan's role as a Reaper in recent times, it would be great to have some take up any role from a friend, close friends, romantic interests, and enemies. 


Friends: Around friends, Aedan would have been easygoing and eager to please, whether it meant showing them his new abilities or simply chatting with them. Either way it would be hard to get the young adult to leave you alone.

Close friends: In regards to close friends, Aedan was a constant source of subtle jokes and teasing remarks. Granted, he was occasionally on the opposite side of teasing a majority of the time. With close friends, he didn't mind opening up to them, often sharing his thoughts and emotions with them. It was great to have someone to confide in, especially when there was little to no family to rely on.

Romantic Interests: Before the Cerberus Project, Aedan would have been loyal to those that held his heart. In fact, his eagerness for exploration, and to please others, always led him to try his best to make his significant other smile. Of course, he did try to limit how much affection he showed out in public. He had to keep up some air of seriousness.. he tried to do so at least. In recent times, Aedan can't seem to tell the difference between those that were once close to him, despite the haze in his head slowly dissolving.


Enemies: Unsurprisingly, Aedan's only enemies are those that prevent him from getting more of the Red Drug from the Mountain Men. Don't be shocked if he'll go from cautious to vicious in a heartbeat. He refuses to let anyone separate him from the opportunity to receive more dosages. 





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x --- Mount Weather: With the arrival of the hundred in Mount Weather, they weren't the only ones being taken in unwillingly. The Red Drug had left Aedan finally incredibly different from his past self. Being pitted against other Grounders had only made him more eager for an opportunity to receive more of the dose. The only way to get that was by bringing in more Grounders, his people. With the lack of concern towards them, and the drug being the only thing in mind, Aedan didn't have hesitation when it came to tracking down the Grounder he spotted before him in the woods.


x --- The fall of Mount Weather: The destruction of Mount Weather and the drugs it contained had left Aedan feeling incredibly aggressive. He needed more of the Red Drug but the scientists were gone--- everything was gone. While that thought should have stopped him from pursuing his search further, the reaper couldn't stop himself from lingering near Mount Weather's fallen base. Maybe there was still some Red drug in there somewhere. He only needed to find it and it would all be his. At that thought, Aedan didn't think twice about loitering in the area, despite the other Grounders and Sky People in the area. They didn't matter at the moment.


x ---- I don't want to Remember: It was a grueling process getting the Red Drug out of Aedan's system completely. A majority of his days consisted of screaming until his voice was raspy and hoarse, and his mood flickered between quiet and aggressive. There was no change in his mood until recently. The fog in his head slowly began getting clearer and clearer each passing day. The only he knew was the fact he didn't want to remember what he had done to his people. He had.. to get away quickly. There was no way he could face them.. not when they called him a Reaper-- he wasn't a Grounder any longer.