[Beriadan] Aaron Davis {Spider-Man}

General Information

Full Name:
Aaron Davis
Codename or Alias:
Uncle Aaron
The Prowler
Anonymity
Secret
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Age:
39
Place Of Birth:
Brooklyn, New York
Occupation/Status:
Thief
Mercenary
Assassin
Alignment:
Neutral Evil
Factions:
The Maggia
Canon Or Original?:
Canon (Spider-Man)
Powers/Abilities:
Master Thief
Aaron can get into most safes, pick most locks and break into most high security locations. He has an expert knack to pickpocketing, lock picking, stealing, stealth, hiding in plain sight and evading suspicion and capture.
Olympic-level Athlete
Aaron is naturally an incredible athlete, able to swim at great speeds, climb like a spider and leap across gaps far wider than an average person could. His years as a criminal have honed these talents to levels above the average person.
Expert Acrobat
Aaron has spent many years on the streets using acrobatics to evade the cops and other rival gangs. His agility and balance is on par with the most lithe individual, and he has a powerful reflex when it comes to avoiding attacks and incoming danger.
Expert Martial Artist
Aaron has spent a lot of his years in training with various criminals and assassins. He has picked up a variety of different martial arts, which have blended into a vicious, feral fighting style that can easily overwhelm the unsuspecting opponent.
Expert Marksman
Aaron has learnt how to wield guns from his early years in criminal circles, focusing on pistols and long-range rifles. While he prefers close-combat, many of his assassinations and executions have been performed at a distance. He isn't the best in the underground circles, but he gets the job done.
Brute Strength
Aaron has honed his body into more than just athletic and agile. Beneath his seemingly wirey body are sinewy muscles, powerful and sturdy. Combined with his natural abilities and his Prowler gear, it makes Aaron a frightening, predatory powerhouse to content with.

Weapons/Items:
Vibro-shock Boots
The Prowler's boots can release a powerful shockwave from their soles, allowing him to propell himself at greater distances than he would be able to normally. They are equipped with sound dampeners as well, giving him the ability to move silently when he needs to.
Prowler Claws
Gauntlets that cover the Prowler's hands and wrists, up to the middle of his lower arm. They are made of a sturdy and durable metal, allowing him to throw powerful blows and to use them as armour. The end of the Prowler's claws are tipped with Titanium, allowing them to rip through most materials in their path.

Appearance

Image:

Physical Appearance:
Aaron is a tall, lean individual, a lithe body of tight muscle and low bodyfat. His eyes are a dark brown, always watching everything around him, a perceptive pair that can pierce through anyone like a diamond drill. Aaron has thick, black curls, cut short or in a short afro if he hasn't trimmed it in a while. He has a deep beard, not long but heavy, fairly messy in a cool way. Aaron has a plethora of tattoos that weave and dance about his torso and upper arms, which he usually keeps hidden under his clothes. This also hides a spiderweb of scars that cover his upper body, signs of the darker side of his lifestyle that he hides from his family.
Clothing and Armor:
Aaron wears trendy clothes, brands and youthful gear. His shoes are expensive, rotated through a dozen pairs that he keeps meticulously clean and in good condition.

The Prowler wears armoured gear in shades of black and purple. Over his face he wears a hood of deep purple, sharp white eye holes in the middle of black wing markings. He wears a black cape with a high, jagged collar lines with purple, a thick black belt and tight black trousers.

Personality

Sexual Orientation:
Straight
General Personality:
Aaron Daves is a ruthless and feral assassin who stops at nothing to get the job done. Anything goes in his eyes, from theft to murder, torture and more. Under his alias as the Prowler, Aaron is known for his focus, never relenting against an enemy if he is given the order to destroy them. He is loyal, unfaltering when he is given a job. Not money or anything in this world can turn his mind from completing a task, and he won't stab someone in the back if they have given him an order... not until after it is complete, that is. Aaron has no personal loyalty, just to those who pay him to work.

He does have some care for his family, to a point. Aaron never forgave his brother for what he saw as a betrayal, turning from the life of crime they made together to follow a more lawful path. Aaron has been wary of family ever since, though he started to spend more time with his nephew. Aaron sees the potential to teach the kid great things... and to make him see the world less like his father and more like he does.

Aaron is not someone you want as an enemy. He doesn't merely hold grudges, but crushes them, swiftly and without mercy. He is loyal to those who pay him, and will always finish a job, but cross him and Aaron will burn your entire life down around you before landing the final blow.

In public, Aaron is a fairly chill character, laid back and easy going. Beneath this, he is incredibly perceptive, teasing the truth out of people and playing them against others to get his way. Aaron can be manipulative, charismatic but sly, a walking calamity for toxic negativity. He does it all to get what he wants, and when Aaron sets his mind to something, he never quits.

Face/Voice:
Donald Glover

Anything Else


Character's History

Siblings:
Jefferson Davis (Brother)
Mother:
Claudia Davis (Deceased)
Father:
Thomas Davis (Deceased)
Other Family:
Rio Morales (Sister-in-law)
Miles Morales (Newhew)

History:
Aaron and Jeff were an inseparable duo, a pair of troublemakers known across their neighbourhood. The brothers would stay out late, spreading graffiti across the buildings of Brooklyn and running from any cops or authority figures that tried to stop them. Aaron's best years were his childhood, with his brother. The two of them were unstoppable, sticking it to the man and being free and wild together.

Things changed when Jeff decided to attend the Police academy after graduating. Aaron felt like it was a betrayal of sorts, as his lifestyle didn't change. He still didn't stick to the rules, broke laws at every corner and didn't once give into the fist of the oppressing class. Jeff, on the other hand, kowtowed to his masters. Aaron was heart-broken, angry, and it pushed him down the opposite path.

He spent his young adult years stealing, running rackets around the neighbourhood and tagging his graffiti wherever he found space. Aaron was a wild and angry youth, a member of many activist groups and becoming more entwined with violent groups. He was an athletic young man, skilled and athletic, light fingers and quiet footsteps that made him an excellent thief. In the shadowy rings of nefarious types, Aaron made a name for himself.

The final push was when he was arrested for breaking and entering, theft and assault. It had been an operation gone wrong, a simple break-in with Aaron and four others. A grand mansion, which promised riches. What they didn't realise was that the owner was still home, an older man but not adverse to protecting his wealth. Aaron didn't even lay a finger on the guy, but the others ditched him when the cops came. He was arrested by no less than his brother, who was beyond angry. Aaron was angry too. Strings were pulled, and he was let off with only a minor charge. Yet it was the end of his relationship with his brother.


Aaron had given up on the idea of being a father, but the sight of his newborn baby nephew made him feel different.  He saw this as a second chance, to create a strong partner where his brother had failed. So, even against Jeff's wishes, Aaron saw more and more of Miles, often behind his parent's backs. He wanted to see if the kid was like him. If he could be moulded into the perfect criminal partner.

Unfortunately, many in the underworld had ideas for Aaron. They pulled him back in, tasking him with greater and greater crimes. His first murder was difficult, but it got easier for him. He even grew to like what he did. He adopted a perosna, got himself all the gear and outfit that he needed to be a true villain.

So the Prowler was born.

Aaron spend the next decade living a double life, one as a cool uncle who taught Miles all the tricks that his parents would. The other was a master thief, peerless assassin and ruthless villain. Aaron knew one day his family might find out the truth. Before that happened, he wanted to have his claws in Miles. Before then, he wanted to mould the boy into something more like him.

Role Play Sample:
The streets were dark, close with smog, flickering streetlights the only thing that gave any form of light. It was the wrong part of New York for anyone with a conscience, which is why the Prowler was at home here.

He wasn't on the streets itself. His prey was, hurriedly making their way through an alleyway. The Prowler had his orders. He knew what he was to do. His silent feet slid across the rooftops, a shadow in the night. The target was panicking, on edge. The item in his pocket had signed his death warrant.

The Prowler dropped behind him, as gracefully as a cat. The man spun, but saw nothing. They never did, until the last second. The end of the alley was in sight, and the Prowler knew it was the last chance to take the target down.

The man was feet away from freedom when something grabbed him from behind. Cold metal caught his face and he was flung back, yowling in fear. He struck a wall, slid down to the floor, and looked up with pure, raw terror in his eyes.

"Please...no... I have a family! I'll pay you... twice as much as what they paid you to do this!"

There was no sound. No manic laugh or rebuttal. The Prowler was a professional. He lifted a hand, and claws sprung out from the end of his metal gauntlet.


"No use begging. You've been dead for a day now. You're just catching up."

The claws flashed through the darkness. A scream, then silence. The Prowler bent, fished something from the pocket of the body. Scared at the small drive for a second, and slipped it into his jacket. Then, as silently as he had arrived, the Prowler was gone, merging with the shadows of New York, leaving nothing but his target behind.