Aime Albain

Amy
Allison
Eve
....
Any other female name he makes up while crossdressing... The list goes on. What's his real name again?

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No. 6 -- Nezumi

5'8

138 lbs

Aime is a average height, and a little underweight but not by much. He has shoulder length blue hair that he usually wears in a high ponytail with a fringe and strands of loose hair coming out at the sides, framing his face. His eyes are grey and his skin is very pale. He usually is wearing beige pants that are tucked into boots that go halfway up his calves and wears a biker jacket with multiple pockets. He usually never takes off the jacket, but if he did, he'd likely wear a white or black long sleeved shirt under it.

He works the night, but in female attire. His female attire consists of extensions, that make his hair go to his waist, and some make up. He also wears a white dress that ties at the waist and is loose everywhere else. He has a light purple scarf that he wears with that outfit.

-Money
-Destruction
-Acting
-Taking on Alias's

-People who are too happy
-Coming down from his high
-Rejection

-He's very blunt
-He does drugs
-He's a prostitute

-He can be a pleasure to be around
-He likes to think on the positive side
-He's pretty, isn't he? That's positive

He works as a prostitute for a very special pimp on this site.

Pocket knife- It's black... and there is nothing really special about it

name: Shine

item: A hair tie that he uses, and when his hair is down it serves as a bracelet.

ability: Wind

Name: Wind Blast
Type: offensive
Cooldown: 3
Cost: mid
Range: long
Description: Aime puts his hands together and shoots a large ball of wind at his opponent.

Name: Wind Barrier
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Mid
Range: short
Description: Aime makes a barrier in between him and an attack, blocking it. If the opponents hak is bigger than his sei, they can break through it and he takes all the damage.

Aime was born into a drug life. His mother was a user and abuser of any drug she could get her hand on, and he didn't have a stable home because of that. He wasn't sure who his father was, but assumed it was one of the men his mother continuously slept with to pay for her drugs. However, that didn't matter much. One of the houses he slept in burned down due to a meth lab explosion, and killed his mother. He was sent to his grandmother's house.

Aime's grandmother wasn't much of an improvement from his mother. She was an elder prostitute, not trying to work anymore. She said things to Aime about him needing to take her place, but he was really young, and her pimp hadn't allowed it to happen that way. So Aime's grandmother had trained him to be the perfect replacement over the next few years, but he still wasn't old enough for her pimp to accept as a replacement.

She tried to get more money on the side with him, since her pimp wouldn't take him. Aime's grandmother decided to use Aime as a means of extra cash after awhile, Forcing him to perform acts on older men that loved young boys for her own financial gain.

There was this one man who came by often that wasn't normal on any standards. He wanted various strange things done to him, and Aime obliged to it. One night, one of the various weird fetishes nearly killed the man. He was interested in auto erotic asphyxiation, but didn't say the safe word they had planned. He had passed out, and looked like he wasn't breathing. Aime panicked and called the police.

The cops arrived after he explained what went on the police operator, they came immediately to put him into foster care and jail the man and his grandmother. He was then put into the foster care system.

Aime had spent a good majority of his years after that bouncing around from foster home to foster home, not finding much stability. Aime was a strange and a bit manipulative, making him not someone the foster parents wanted near the children. Aime had finally found a place that wanted to keep him. HE stayed with this family for three years until they all had died one night.

Aime woke up to the sounds of screaming. He went to the living room to investigate it, seeing a hollow devouring the soul of his foster mother, then tossing her into a pile of his foster family. They were all dead, and the hollow then went after him. He tried to fight for his life, and almost didn't make it, until he gained a power that helped him defend himself. He didn't kill it, but managed to scare it away.

As soon as his entire foster family was killed, he ran away and disappeared. He found his grandmother again, and asked her to point out her pimp. It was the only life he knew how to live, and he was at the age where he was old enough to actually live it.

Aime had many strange encounters while working the night, mostly with crazy men trying to murder him. Some of those encounters had also been with hollows, and he did his best to kill anything attempting to harm him.

Loki strutted his way down the streets of Queens, New York in the most villainous way possible. His hair was bouncing beautifully with each step, with his cape flowing behind him beautifully. Sure, he was getting weird stares for the way that he dressed, but he didn't care. He's Loki, a God. The only God that mattered anymore. Any mere mortal that challenged that title would get ripped apart.

Loki heard cheers going on just around the corner, and he went to check it out. All this commotion was getting in the way of his fabulous strut. How could anyone think evil with such loud noises going on? He outwardly sighed when he saw they were cheering on Spiderman. Leave it to that wretched being to ruin things. Loki knew just how to handle him, though. He took out his scepter and aimed it at the masked man, casting a mischievous spell on him. Spiderman had turned into a pig, and Loki was fairly pleased with his work. He smiled to himself, not caring if others found it hilarious. Before Spider'man' could retaliate, Loki went on his way.

However, just merely going on his way wasn't enough to shake this pig. Spiderpig had followed him, squealing what he only could assume were profanities at him. It was more than just amusing to Loki, but pigs were filthy and didn't deserve to be in his presence. Loki flipped his hair then turned to face the pig man. Honestly, he just wanted it to give up. How the thing managed to keep up with him with it's puny little legs was beyond him, but he didn't want to question the logic behind that. Instead of thinking on it, he kicked the pig in it's side and punted it across the street.

Loki was feeling pretty good about himself, even if it just looked like he kicked a pig cosplaying Spiderman. What others saw didn't matter, as long as he knew what happened and loved it. The punks on the streets were taking photos of him committing the action, and he was pretty pleased with the notion. The more publicity, the better. Everyone around needed to see the face of their new ruler, and the more evil he appeared, the easier it would be to strike fear into the souls of the human race.

Loki walked over to the young man taking the video of him, and looked him in the eyes. "Keep this memory with you forever, this is as close as you'll ever get to your new King." He smiled directly into the camera while speaking. Then Loki grasped onto his scepter and hit the kid in the face with it, knocking down both him and his video camera. He laughed like a mad man once the kid hit the ground, adding a dramatic effect to the video, hoping to see it online soon. That was the perfect way to end his afternoon stroll.

AD-1

HAN: 10
REI: 10
HAK: 9
SEI: 10
BUK: 8
HOH: 8
Points Earned: 0
Total points:55

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