Aidan O'Banion

Aidan Connor O'Banion
Face Claim: Josh Hutcherson
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Age: Well I graced the world 18 glorious year ago on September 12.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight, definitely straight
Position: Student, 'course
Godly Inheritance: Well besides being a god myself, 'm a son of Poseidon.

Power(s): Isn't there like some demigod code of secrecy? Kind of like with Spiderman? How he just told MJ and the rest were accidents. Shouldn't that be a thing? No? Okay well, me powers that I've ever been aware of seem to be hydrokineses and the ability to breath underwater like a fish. Awesome powers right? Hydrokineses with the ability to control and manipulate water to meet your will. That means, I can basically control water with my mind. In the beginning, it was rough controlling it and getting this ability to work. But it's been a few years and I find that 'm able to mater and control it so much easier. Instead of only using it in times of desperate need, I'm able to start calling upon it more at will. That took me years.

Limitations:
Again I would love to call upon the secrecy act. No? Well, as much as I would love to say 'm perfect and there are no flaws in me whatsoever, unfortunately I have just two. With great power, comes limitations. Says Spiderman. As much as I'd love to claim I have mastered all areas of hydrokineses, I haven't. It goes far deeper than most people assume. Yes I can now control water at will, but that took me a long time and there are three stages of water. I have mastered the liquid form (water as you see it in great masses or in your glass). However there are two other types that aren't as easy and are in a pool all it's own. Theres the solid type and the gas form. Both are types of water I haven't seemed to master. I can feel them, I can feel the presence of the water but to actually control it in those two forms, that's much harder. To control the frozen solid form is easier than gas because it's present, visible and able to melt. The gas, is almost impossible. You can't see it and it's impossible to tame to me command. Wouldn't that be nice though? I've had better luck with the solid forms than I ever had with the gas form. Obviously, I've stuck to the liquid state. As for the underwater breathing, that's nifty right? It would be niftier if I could make it last longer than a 24 hour period. I've noticed around that period of time my breaths come in shorter and more desperate until I'm forced to seek air. Now I don't get a lot of opportunities to test this out and practice this power for longer than the mentioned time, so 'm not quite sure how to extend that just yet.

Side-Effects:
If I over use hydrokinese for a constant amount of time, I do noticed I get drained. Mastering one state took a lot of practice, so my tolerance is a little better as opposed to when I was young. But if 'm constantly using and abusing for long periods of time I find myself exhausted mentally and physically. I could sleep for ages.

Height: Sadly, unlike my loving sister, I got my mothers side in the height department. How is that possible when your dad is a God? I stand at 5'7 (171cm) off the ground. Quite depressing when half the girls here are a head taller than yourself. My weight is fairly normal, at least last time I checked. I weighed in at 145 pounds (66kg), surprisingly low considering how much I love food.
Hair Color: My hair is surprisingly soft to the touch, though it looks kind of corse. It's a deep chocolate brown that waves a bit on the top. I hardly ever let it pass my ears an eyebrows. I tried pulling off that long haired look once, but I just looked like an American hippy. Never again.
Eye Color: I've been told I have me dad's green eyes. Well, me mum also has the famous green O'Banion eyes, so either way I was destined for green-ness.

Physical Description: Oh god, I'm pale. Me mum white as paper and me dad lives under water, and unfortunately so are my siblings and meself. I'm pretty sure I sunburn in moonlight. Every time I'm out in the bright sun, I end up looking like a lobster. It was much better when I lived in Ireland, but that clearly didn't work out. For the ladies, I'm as fit as you can get. No, but really I guess I'm in shape...But not that great. I eat to goddamn much. Food is just too good. But if I ever get to work out, I mainly focus on my arms. I need those more for fighting. I mean, I do workout. I have to if 'm to survive here.  But, I guess I'm pretty lanky in the upper body, if you don't count my arm muscles. Thank the lord for fast metabolisms because again I do eat a lot of food. Well, I don't have any tattoos as of right now, though I always wanted one. Like a bunny...Or a lion. I have no clue, but whatever it is, it'll be grand. However, I do have a hideous scar on my shoulder from when my sister tricked me into throwing a pancake mom had just made at a goose when it flew into our front yard, because geese loved pancakes. I can't believe I fell for it. It chased me around and I fell pretty hard on me granddads shovel he left out. You can still see it pretty well, after all these years.

Personality: How to describe me? Well, for one, I'm a very open and welcoming sort of guy. I usually have a lot of energy, which might not always be a good thing. I have never been shy, like my two younger brothers who take some time to warm up to you. No, I've always put myself out there for the taking. You cross my path, I'll pull you into a conversation. Me mum always loved to tease me about being one of her only children that was never able to shut my mouth. If I wasn't speaking gibberish, I was humming, or smacking my lips or what have you. But, over all I guess I could be considered a pretty easy bloke to get along with.

I've always had a very loyal personality, both to my friends and family. I've always been a big family guy and will be the first to defend any member, even Conan. Which to some is a bit of a shocker. I do have a bit of a stubborn side, sadly. But who doesn't? both me and me sister are very alike in that way. God once we start arguing, it's never ending.

Well, for my strengths I think my charm will definitely mark up there. I've been told I'm very charming and sociable, I can get along with almost anybody. I have a pretty strong sense of humor, and though I may seem like I'm boasting up my own ego, really I'm just playing around. I'm really not a great singer. A dying cat has more musical abilities than me, and that's a bit depressing. So if you hear me say I'm going to win a Grammy, I'm not serious. Finally, erm, I guess my wit? If not lets just go with controlling water. I excel in that. But no, I guess I'm pretty witty, I usually fire back responses pretty quickly,my wit also playing a role in my sense of humor. Since I said strengths, no weakness. I have none. I'm perfect....Fine, fine! Erm, I'm a bit oblivious sometimes? I might have a wit, but I don't get subtle clues very often. So if you need to tell me something, you need to be upfront or I just catch it. I never make plans, I just act impulsively, and sometimes that gets me knee-high in trouble. I also have attention issues, which can land me in trouble in class. I tune in for about five minutes and then my mind is on to something else. It gets a bit difficult when a professor calls on you and you don't know what you're going over that day.

Five (or more) Likes: Lets see here, how the hell do I pick? Well, I guess the first one would have to be the girls. I think that one goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway.I also have a strong love for strawberries and anything strawberry flavored because they are basically my life. Beer, beer and more beer. My mums family is a drinking family, so I know my drinks pretty well. Whenever I get to visit home that is. I love the smell of freshly mowed grass and my favorite color is yellow. It's bright and sunny and quite an uplifting color, don't you think? I'm also a huge dog lover. I love the smell of strawberries, freshly mowed grass, cinnamon, roast beef, potatoes, and peppermint. I'm pretty sure there's more, but as of right now those would have to be my favorite.


Five (or more) Dislikes: Chocolate. I know, I'm not human, I've heard it all before. I've tried to like it, I have, but something about the taste does not appeal to me. I'm not a big reader, I can never find meself interested in a book. I hate cats, they're annoying little creatures who think they are better than everybody else. I don't see how that's enjoyable. "Oh look at me, I'm a cat you pathetic human. You better feed me because I don't have oposable thumbs and I am now stuck with you, you dumbass." Yeah, that's desirable. And yes, they do say that. Raisins are just dried up grapes that should never have been created and sold in stores. Lastly, I'm not a big fan frogs. You pick them up and they pee in your hand. They aren't cute.

Secret(s): Hmm my secrets, eh? Well, I'm a demigod. That's a big secret, isn't it? Me grandmum still doesn't know. How me mum manages that I have no idea. I mean, I'm pretty open so I don't hold in too many secrets, mainly because I have a hard time keeping them. However, I guess one more deep dark soul-haunting secret of mine is that I'm not a big fan of tea. There, I said it. But if I say that back in Ireland and England I'm afraid I won't last through the night before someone kills me for treason.

Parents: Siobhan O'Banion-Riley
Siblings: Well, me actually blood-ish siblings would be Norah, Conan, and Craig, in that order. 'M the oldest by a year, next is Norah and then Conan and Craig fall behind at two years apart.
Worthy Mentions: I will one day adopt a dog I so desperately want to name after meself. Addy. That's the dream.

Childhood: Well, it was a glorious day in Dublin, Ireland when I entered the world at 8:41 on September 12 just eighteen years ago. Which I know the question one everyone's mind: How the fuck did you survive in Ireland if you're a son of one of the big three. Well, you're just going to have to wait. I'll tell you that when I get to the whole, me finding this camp part. All I'm going to tell you is that I was born out of wedlock and me grandmum hated it. She didn't hate me, it was just the fact that there was no father, no ring. Very catholic woman. It took her a while to come around. But do you know who didn't? Conan Riley. It was maybe during me mum's pregnancy that they met and to some miracle he accept me as if I were his own even before I was born. So when I came into the world, I already had one besides the one chasing dolphins underwater. I didn't know him. I had a whole family. Which sometimes I question a year later. 

Here I was partying, celebrating, having the time of me life before the hellhounds unleashed. Okay, I'm over exaggerating just a bit. A year after me, in October, came me sister Rora (Norah). I love her and I'd die for her, but she did ruin me perfect only child streak. I had it made. So over the years I got me payback with unidentified contents in shampoo bottles and snagging sessions broken up. She loves me. When Norah came around, we moved out to the suburbs of Dublin, which could have been the worst move and I think me mum knew it. When I was 6, the pain of my existence Conan Jr. was brought into this earth. Yes I meant pain. I love him, but Conan is a huge know-it-all who I would just love to try super glue on the mouth for sometimes. And two years after that, Craig came who I swear loves pranks more than myself. Seems like a normal childhood right? I had it made. Except, no matter where I went, I found trouble.

Adolescence: So remember that story about me surviving in Ireland? Well it's about time you understood why me mum uprooted us from Ireland and moved us to New York city randomly one day after weird bag ladies followed me after school one day. And after that guy broke the sea-turtle case after trying to grab me in the Dublin aquarium. I've never seen me mum more red than that day that we ran out of there. I was ten when we moved, all be cause me mum had an affair with a seagod on vacation in her early twenties. Right before she got pregnant with me, she went on vacation with some of her close friends in New York City, where me dad is from. Me real dad. Apparently one night she went to the pier and there was this younger guy there who was hilarious and they hit it off all night. And apparently other stuff, but this is me mum so lets not focus on that. Well apparently, he was very powerful and he could help keep me safe, she told ten year old me who was attracting bag ladies. So, we moved. I kept asking my mum when we'd meet my real dad, but she said it will all happen in time. So I shrugged and moved on. Obviously, I should have asked more questions. 

Because one day at the age of thirteen, a month from fourteen, the bag ladies returned with a vengeance. this time to put me in their bags...in pieces. All I could do was run, after telling them I didn't think their wrinkly hand could hold me. Bad idea. I swear fire came out of their eyes. I ran so hard and fast. I could feel pressure all around me (which now I realize was the water from the harbor) as if waiting on command. But I didn't know. I ran home, breathed to me mum and her husband what just happened. Everything after that was a blur. I was thrown into a car by older Conan, my mum in the backseat and the neighbors with our siblings. It was about time I knew who my dad was. And there in the backseat did my mum tell me. Now yes, I thought she was crazy, but when I looked behind the car window I saw the bag ladies flying behind us in the distance. Okay, maybe not so crazy. She kept telling me I needed to get to safe place. The faster we drove, the more I lost track of time. What felt like five minutes could have been hours. I don't know. But as soon was we got there, I felt like a force was pulling me in. That's where I needed to be.

Now I did have to do some running to get to the camp from where I was dropped off, making sure my parents were safe. The rest was history. Throughout my four years here, I've mastered things I didn't know I could mastered. I found out why I felt pressure from the water that day. I found out who I was. 'M still Aidan, an annoying Irish guy. But I'm also the son of the seagod who didn't really waste time in claiming me.

Adulthood: Well, I'm eighteen now and starting at university. So we'll see how things turn out.

Sample: Through one eye open, he caught her staring at him. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it because it was, well, Sera. It was Ginger Snaps. They had known each other since their sorting. She was an M and he was with the O’s. Naturally, unlike the other firsts years that were nervous, some shaking and hyperventilating, Aidan was talking to whoever would listen to him. Sera was only a few people ahead of himself, and after his conversation with a future Ravenclaw broke off with his promise to puke, he made his way up the line to her. It was most likely the bright red hair that drew him toward her. It reminded him of a tomato. The fact that her hair reminded him of food was a bonus for her. When they were both sorted into the same house, he had taken the seat next to her, chatting excitedly. His sister, afterwards, had come up to the table to mess up his hair and had loved his new little friend by the way she wouldn’t stop asking her questions. Since then, these two were always together. So the fact that she was looking at him like that, kind of threw him off guard. Did he have cookie all over his face?

As he had risen from his spot, he relished in the horrified look that crossed her face. He loved it when she believed that he would actually carry out these stupid plans of his…Well, most of the time he did. But still, the point still stood. Hell, she started to poise herself to jump on him, and he knew she would. She hated it when he did things like that. He sent her the most innocent smile he could possibly muster, before flopping on the ground and launching into his rant.

Oh, Lucky, I’m absolutely positive that he would definitely hear you out. It’s his reaction afterwards that might be less than satisfactory. I’d really hate to have to come bust you out of St. Mungo’s Mental Ward, Aidan.”

He gasped, the mock-horror returning to his face. “Are you suggesting he would say I’m mentally deficient?” he asked, soundly playfully appalled at this statement. “Snaps, is there something you are not telling me here?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to fight the smile that was dying to get through. “He would never! He loves me! I am his favorite student, after all,” he lied. In fact, he was sure the professor hated him, despite how well he performed in that class. It wasn’t like how he performed in Charms. He was focused, quiet, clearly intent on learning, soaking everything up. It was more like, Oh, okay. Now that I know that, Imma talk to Sera now. He didn’t think his professor was too fond of him.

Like he would ever risk talking to that professor unless he was in dire need. He smirked at her for that. “I mean, how could any one not believe me?” he teased, his hands gesturing to his whole body. “I’m adorable, after all. Everyone loves little ol’ me, Snaps. They love to listen to my theories. Don’t doubt my abilities,” he teased, winking at her.

He chuckled at her singing. Lord, someone was about to curse them at one point. Aidan sounded like he was killing a cat, but Sera was fairly decent. “Oh no you don’t, Snaps,” he said, grabbing her wrist playful in attempts to keep it away from his hair as he tried to smooth some of it back into place. Finally he just gave up on the attempts. “Oh, oh no. Not the puppy dog face!” he whined. He hated when she did that. She always won! It wasn’t fair, not at all. “You know I can’t take the puppy dog face! That’s cheating, missy!”

“You… you wouldn’t do anything to me, would you? I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m a good girl, I promise!”

He snorted, pointedly not trying to look her in the face. “Psh, me do anything? Oh Snaps, why would you think that? And I am not looking at you!” he added in after sneaking a peak at her sad little face. He tried to focus on a carrot one second year was eating and started thinking about bunnies. Yes bunnies were cute, and sweet and who could ever hate bunnies?…Oh god this wasn’t working! “Monster trucks,” he muttered to himself, trying desperately not to give in to her cuteness. He couldn’t take it anymore; he looked up at her and groaned again. “Fiiiiiiiiine! I won’t do anything. You win…this time, Snaps. This time,” he added in mischievously.

His eyes widened in horror and he hugged the bag of cookies to his chest, almost willing her to try and separate him from the cookies. It wouldn’t happen. “You wouldn’t dare!” he gasped, knowing full well she would. “Okay! You aren’t horrid and I love your cookies,” he grumbled, still hugging the bag lovingly to his chest. “I appreciate your cookies! I still have all my teeth! We are all good! No need for drastic measures,” he added in, smiling so sweetly at her. “Please dear god, not the cookies.” The look situated on his face was similar to one who was suffering from a panic attack. She threatened to deprive him of food and this was serious shit.

He shook his head at her, his grip relaxing on the cookies just every so slightly. “I still dun understand it, mate,” he sighed. “The sun is our mortal enemy!” he moaned, sitting up to throw his hands dramatically in the air. “But, you always surprise me, Crazy Snaps.” As he said her nickname, he crinkled his nose a bit. That did not flow very well. He didn’t think he was going to use that one again, that was for sure. Then suddenly, red hair was in his face.

He sputtered, arms waving wildly. “It burns usssss!” he whined, doing a perfect Gollum impression. Thank god for the muggle half of his family who was obsessed with the books and movies. He watched a few, though through half of the first one he kept asking questions about the muggle invention of a DVD player. He caught the Gollum parts though. He had always scared Aidan a bit as a child. “BUUUURNS” he teased, his hands gripping her shoulders to try and push her away gently, smirking. “Well,” he began, his tone taking on a bit of importance, “you could pull your hair out and become bald. That wouldn’t be very nice, now would it Snaps?” He eased back into her regular old nickname. Though, when she called him Lucky, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. Such a lovely nickname. He always assumed it meant the Luck of the Irish, though Sera always just smirked and walked away whenever he mentioned his theory. What could she be hiding from him? God, it was puzzling. “Oh, Louis will survive,” he said with a wave of his hand, picturing one of his closest mates. “I mean, he’s survived with me this long hasn’t he? A little snapage wouldn’t surprise him, I’ve done worse..” he threw in to bug her, trailing off evilly. It was obvious he was just going to leave it at that. He knew it would kill her.

“Me? Cheat in tanning? Snaps! That’s low, even for you!” he teased her, inching closer to her. There happened to be a small shadow from a branch of a tree right near her. He was going to take every once of coverage he could get. Then he groaned, tossing his head back. “She didn’t!” he exclaimed, making a mental note to kick Casey. “You know, she enchanted those photos to make me look bad, by the way. Me hair was never THAT bad,” he added in, shaking his head. “Okay, it was a little bad. But I learned me lesson didn’t I? Me hair isn’t that bad any more!” he said defensively, his Irish accent shining. When she poked his stomach, he shot back, laughing at the impact. Curse his ticklishness. He patted his stomach. “Psh, I’m sexy and I know it,” he exclaimed, playfully puffing out his chest.


“Um, yeah. You better be sorry. And I think I deserve a horse and my cow’s honor back. Don’t try to shortchange me, Aidan. That’s rude. So very rude.”

He laughed even harder at that. “A horse?” he managed, his laughter finally coming to an end. “Snaps, me thinks you are asking too much of me. Where am I supposed to get a horse? A chicken I can get. Come on, they’re cute. They cluck and…shit. Oh! You get eggs from them. Eggs go in cookie batter! Look, they are more useful than you think. Can’t get eggs from a horse, now can you?” he stated matter-of-factly, obviously proud of his argument.

He actually snorted at the flour comment, shaking his head. “Lifting flour? Please, that’s my job,” he said proudly, flexing his arm and held it up to compare with hers. He had considerably more muscle than her there. Mainly because of qudditch, but still he had the upper hand yet again. “I don’t know who the winner is. Hmmm, what do you think? I mean, me arms look pretty good if I do say so meself,” he teased.

He snorted again. “Nooooo! You are wrong, me friend! I am the horrible singer and the amazing dancer. You are the opposite. I am going to win. Prepare to go down!” he exclaimed, throwing a cookie in her lap. “For comfort for your future loss,” he teased, grinning madly at her.

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Age Group: Early 20's!

Experience: 10+ years, can you believe that? I can't.

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