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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Aaron Cross Kenneth James Kitsom
Canon: The Bourne Legacy
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Midway through the movie, when he and Marta are on the plane to Manila.
Number: 005

Setting: wiki link!
The Bourne Legacy is set in a modern Earth universe, where the FBI and CIA have been working to create programs of specially trained "super soldier" type men and women in order to perform tasks and espionage previously thought impossible. Legacy is the continuation of the Bourne movies, entering in a world that Jason Bourne has turned upside down. The programs that were once stable and producing these operatives are suddenly unstable, in need of being shut down due to this one rogue agent. As such, it is a world where the US government is hunting their own, assassinating their doctors and participants and working cover-ups on each death as it comes. It is a world where, for everyone else in the world, it's business as usual, not too unlike our own Earth. However, for the main characters it is a world that hunts them and attempts to kill them at every turn, as they are the US's most wanted.

History:
The story of Aaron Cross actually begins some thirty five years ago in the town of Reno, Nevada with a boy named Kenneth James Kitsom. Now, Kenneth was a good enough boy, never getting into any significant trouble, nice as could be, obedient, and always hard working. However, Kenneth James wasn't exactly like other boys in his town. While he had no medical mental affliction, poor Kenneth was born with a mild cognitive impairment that place his IQ at twelve points beneath the minimum level to be able to function at a high school level. Now, this didn't just affect book smarts. This affected Kenneth's entire ability to understand situations, to apply critical thinking to things happening around him. It even made it so he was unable to focus and comprehend enough to answer questions in full about where he was from or what his name was.

But the boy, despite that struggle, was a hard worker and nice as could be. He lived in a group home, being taken care of along with many others, so it wasn't all that hard to imagine that he'd be able to sneak out, one day. To slip through the cracks and go downtown, to see a bunch of boys lining up for something and to slip right in, to listen and read and figure out what, exactly, was going on.

Army recruitment.

By the time Kenneth reached the front of the line, by the time he spoke with the recruiter, the man was at the end of his rope. He was one short for reaching his quota and literally every other person in town had already said no or signed with another recruiter. And then Kenneth came. Kenneth wanted to join, took the mental aptitude test and failed. Twelve points below the minimum. But the boy wanted to join, wanted to fight, wanted to help. And so? Numbers and records were fudged, just a little. Just enough to get him in, for him to barely scrape by. Just enough for Kenneth James Kitsom to be shipped right off to war and, only months into deployment, blown to smithereens by a carside bomb. Kenneth died that day. A poor boy who never should have been over there, killed by a reckless recruiter with a quota to make.

Kenneth died, and Aaron Cross was born.

While everyone that had been in that explosion had, on paper, been killed, in reality there had been one survivor. One brain damaged boy was sent to the hospital, even more addled than he already had been, battered and bruised and recovering from wounds that had almost taken his life. It was there, in the hospital, that he was approached by people from the government. People that started asking him questions about who he was, where he'd come from, what family he had. People that tested him, that said he could stay where he was, if he'd liked, or he could come with them, enter a program that would make sure that nothing like what had just happened would ever happen again. That calamity would befall him and he'd be unable to do anything about it. And so, that boy had signed a paper, been entered into a program, introduced to medicines that strengthened his body and repaired brain tissue. That caused it to strengthen and grow and not only returned normal function to his mind, but pushed it even further than that.

In 2003, Kenneth James Kitsom died, and Aaron Cross became the fifth Outcome participant.

Nine years passed. Nine years of missions the likes of which no one had ever dared undertake. Outcome posted nine agents in various parts of the world, had them infiltrate deep into enemy organizations, working their way slowly into inner trust circles all over the world. They were spies, espionage teams that were constantly worked up, under threat, almost killed day in and day out. And over those nine years of missions, Outcome itself changed just slightly, becoming more and more complex, the drugs always changing, dosages needing to be upped more and more as the bodies adjusted, developed resistances.

Finally, though, Aaron reached his breaking point. During what should have been a routine mission, the people calling his missions shots got their intel wrong, and Aaron found himself in a room with innocents, instead of insurgents. And when the order came to wipe them out, to clean up fully no matter who they were, Aaron had to go from being a super spy, a soldier fighting the good fight, to an executioner of people guilty of nothing more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The morality of the situation, the stress and just how wrong it was pushed Aaron to his breaking point, and almost immediately after that order was given and carried out... he split. He missed a check-in, went off the grid for four days to try and clear his head, to figure things out. To think and really have a chance to. And by the time he came back to Outcome, by the time he debriefed and was sent off to training as a disciplinary action? He'd made his choice.

So while Jason Bourne's activities were messing with the government, prompting the CIA and FBI to decide that enough was enough and every single one of the participants in Outcome needed to be put down and the operation itself shelved for a long, long while, Aaron Cross was up north, making his way through mountains and over frostbitten tundras, fighting to stay alive and fighting to reach his check-in cabin. In the end, he tucked the case with the pills keeping him strong and sharp into his boot, approaching the check-in innocently enough, saying he'd lost his meds and needed to risk the mountains to get in as soon as possible. The guy meeting him, waiting at the little cabin that was the final point wasn't just an agent, though. He was another Outcome operative, the first one that Aaron had ever met.

But, they didn't get much chatting time. Because the very next day, as Aaron was about to head out, they heard the sound of something flying in the distance, getting closer and closer. And when the radios picked up nothing, the two couldn't help but feel like something was extremely wrong. In short? Their instincts were right. Just as Aaron cleared the cabin, as his companion was just coming through the door, a missle flew right by Aaron's head, impacting against the cabin behind him, exploding and sending him flying forward, scrambling to get back on his feet and under cover.

It didn't take long for him to shoot down the first drone and prepare for the second one, carving out the tracking device in his leg and forcing it down the throat of a wolf from the pack that had been following him, tracking him throughout his entire training adventure. So when the second drone came, all they could see was the tracking device in a moving, warm body, and when that was hit and destroyed? Aaron was presumed dead, just as every other Outcome agent now was. So the government turned their eye from him, and went about their plan to try and get rid of the next layer of their operation. The doctors who honed and perfected the drugs used to enhance the soldiers.

Now, see, Aaron had a little problem. Because while he'd been lying about losing his case, he was running really low on the pills meant to keep him going both physically and mentally. Which meant that he had to get back to the states and find the Outcome lab before the government itself did. And, thank god, but one of the doctors had survived a shooting in her lab. So, hightailing it across the US, Aaron just barely arrived in time to save Dr. Marta Shearing from the clean-up crew that had been sent to her house, killing every single one of them before helping the frazzled doctor burn the house to the ground, providing just enough of a distraction to cover their escape.

From there, Aaron learned two things. One: he'd been viraled off of the physical medication. That the sickness he'd had a while back was actually something that had been meant to happen. It had been his body's reaction to being introduced to a permanent dosage of what he'd been slowly feeding himself. The physical alterations were permanent now, and the green pills he'd been taking for so long were no longer necessary. And, after a quick shake down and a lot of desperation, he got the doctor to admit that it might be possible to viral off of blues (the cognitive pills) as well. Which brings us to the second thing Aaron learned from Marta. The labs that held the virus they needed... were in Manila. The Philippines.

Needless to say, that... well. It wasn't going to be an easy thing to pull off. He could do it alone, he was trained to do it alone. But to walk Marta through the steps, to get her passport ready and to get her calm and get a plan in motion they had to take some risks, had to pass by one little security camera and hope their head start was enough to last them through the trip. Miraculously? It was. And that night, as they rested up in a hotel room, Aaron managed to create a passport for "June Monroe", just as he managed to give in and show a bit of humanity to the still terrified doctor, to pull up a list of fallen heroes and show her Private First Class Kenneth James Kitsom. To give her a bit of the reason why he needed to be viraled off blues so badly.

Because as soon as his dosage wore off? He would fall, and he would fall hard. His mind would slip and he would end up unable to do anything to protect himself let alone her. If he lost the edge the blues gave him, if he lost his functionality? They were dead.

But they got through the night, woke up early on the next morning and dressed up nicely, got their things packed and walked through security checkpoints with ease. Marta was nervous, but nothing that couldn't be attributed to pre-flight jitters, and Aaron kept an eye on her from afar, never actually letting her see him, and always staying out of sight of the cameras. Or at least out of sight enough that they wouldn't be able to get a look at his face until it was too late. Eventually, he popped the last of the blues he had (half a pill and some dust) into his mouth, to keep him on edge just in case something happened, and boarded the plane.

It's from then that Aaron's going to find himself on the Tranquility. During that long plane ride to Manila.

Personality:
❝I'm Aaron, by the way❞Where do you truly begin with Aaron Cross? A man of incredible skill and mental aptitude, born as a boy with a complete inability to function on his own and built upon, trained and molded into a weapon. Into the soldier they needed him to be. Not an assassin, but an undercover agent, with the skill and stamina to stay undercover for years without ever breaking the cover, without giving the mission away. A man who was given a life he wouldn't have been able to have, otherwise, only to have the government turn. For it all to fall apart, for Outcome to become a thing that was dangerous, unstable. Something to wipe from the face of the Earth rather than let live.

He's a man conditioned to have no emotions, to have buried every ounce of his personality and choke it off, let it shrivel and die within him. He's supposed to be completely complacent and obedient, working missions in exchange for the life he'd been given, the advancements to his brain and body. Every other Outcome operative was, and those that weren't caved to the punishments and retraining the government came up with. And yet, Aaron didn't cave. Where every other Outcome agent was given something to become a better soldier, a better fighter, a better spy, Aaron was given life. And he never let Outcome take that from him. No matter how hard they tried.

❝Don't you think that's strange? The wolves? They don't do that. They don't track people.
Hm. Maybe they don't think you're human.❞But there is a part of him that gave into Outcome, that became exactly who they wanted him to be. And it's a part that nags at his conscience, that bothers him deep, deep down. It's the part of him that's become the monster he was supposed to become. That is the soldier and the fighter and the spy the government had been training him to be. The person on the paper he'd signed. The person with no family, no friends, no lovers. No humor or happiness or sorrow. The person who knew nothing more than the current mission, the next mission. Who knew how to squeeze the trigger and crush the throat before their victim could even utter a word. A person who knew how to cut off who they were in order to slip into the roles fabricated for them, in order to infiltrate an organization so deeply that they forget who they were, before, every damn time.

And there is a part of Aaron that's like this. There's a part that was reached by Outcome and twisted, tainted during training and the lectures. The therapy and education. The rehabilitation, meant to adjust his developing, healing mind as he adjusted to the drugs, as he became a fully functioning, free-thinking individual for the first time in his life. There's a part of him that was touched and manipulated, there's a part that just isn't human all the way through. And he knows it. There's a part of him that can kill and think nothing of it. There's a part of him that can just cut off emotional attachments in order to do what's necessary. That can use innocents as covers, decoys, shields in order to save his own life. And it's a part that he hates, that bothers him on an instinctual level.

There's a part of him that is, well, a sin eater.

❝It would be perfectly normal for a person to have doubts about the morality of what we just asked you to do.
Is that a question, sir?
No. It's not. Tune into what I'm trying to say to you. Do you know what a sin eater is? Well that's what we are. We are the sin eaters. It means we take the moral excrement of what we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our cause can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.❞There's a part of Aaron that adheres to these words. That uses them in order to live with himself, to get to sleep at night and not be haunted by the faces of the hundreds upon thousands of people that he's killed over the last twelve years. It's the part of his morality that is broken and twisted, stabbed repeatedly by the government and burned until it's a shriveled, deformed husk. A mere shadow of what it once was, what it could have been. Things that are completely out of the question to other people, to the majority of people are things that Aaron just doesn't think twice about. He is a sin eater, as much as he doesn't want to be. He can break a man's arm without blinking, can snap his neck just the same. He can shoot and injure innocents just to provide an escape, can steal and cheat and lie without it even registering. It's just something he needs to do to survive. To get form point A to point B. To stay alive.

What sets him apart, however, is that Aaron does not like this part of himself. He hates what the government has turned him into, he hates that this is just what he does, and he hates it enough that, if the government hadn't turned on him first, he was planning to turn on it. To get more meds, to stockpile enough to keep him going for a long while yet. He was already planning on it, during his "training". Training he had to go through after he vanished for four days during a mission that... became a little hairy. Messy. A mission where he had to mercilessly kill complete innocents, not due to a call of his own, but due to a direct order from the United States government.

Aaron Cross isn't brainwashed. His morality might be questionable, but he still acknowledges it. He still makes a conscious effort not to kill or wound when he doesn't have to. He has no problem actually doing so, if it means surviving, but he would rather not. If given the choice of taking an easy out and killing an innocent versus the harder, more dangerous path that involved finding a way around, picking and choosing and fighting for his life instead of simply running, he would choose the harder path, if it meant saving a life. He wants to be a better person. He doesn't want to be a sin eater, even if he is. He wants to be given the choice of killing or not killing, of running versus destroying. Aaron knows that he by no means has a sense of true morality any more, but damn if he isn't making a conscious effort to rebuild it.

❝How many of us are there?
You ask too many questions.
Maybe you don't know either.❞Part of that mission to become a better person, to not be the weapon the government trained him to be, is the stubborn quality of Aaron's to just not conform. To not do what was seen as "smart" and keep his mouth shut. Where every other participant took the pills and suppressed their urges, buried everything deep down and never looked anywhere ahead, for Aaron this was the first real lease he'd been given in life. The first time he'd been able to function on his own, to look at a situation and comprehend it, to plan ahead for whatever else is out there. Everyone else can keep their mouths shut, can have those questions eating at them but they know better than to voice them. It's their own versions of self-preservation. To keep their mouths shut when opening them gets them disciplined, when anything other than total, blind compliance could not only get them kicked out of the program, but would also get them killed. Or, at least, shipped off into the middle of nowhere for the rest of their natural life.

No, see, for Aaron, that bit of self-preservation never quite kicked in. He was exposed to a bright new world with lots a shiny new abilities for the first time and then told that every bit of curiosity he naturally felt he had to suppress, to let sit quietly in the back of his mind, to never ever dwell on them or, God forbid, act upon them. To voice them. Aaron Cross never could do that. His curiosity knew no bounds, and he just didn't care how that wasn't exactly the sane thing to do. When he has a question, he voices it. When he has an opinion, he voices it. He knows better than to blatantly question orders to people's faces, than to go against the chain of command, sure. He's not stupid by any means, but he'll let his mind dwell on those questions, will ask things to people other than the ones directly in charge. He'll always push the boundaries of what's normal in order to try and find something out. And if asking one person one question doesn't get him what he wants? He'll go around and ask around, won't stop until he gets the information slip that he wants... or until he decides that he has to take matters in his own hands and simply take the information.

❝I dunno, are you? Maybe I don't care? Do you ever not care?❞Which brings us to the simple point that Aaron Cross just doesn't give a shit. He knows full well how things are supposed to be, what little niche he's supposed to fit into. He knows what's socially acceptable and what he should and shouldn't do. He just doesn't care enough to follow any sort of norms. Military, social, or otherwise. Anything people consider normal behavior, Aaron Cross himself doesn't really follow. He knows what it is, he can mimic it when undercover, but otherwise he has no filters on his mouth, because he doesn't want to have them.

He'll ask questions most people would shy away from, he'll jump to topics that most people would avoid. For example, even after knowing that he was speaking to another Outcome agent, one who could kill him just as easily as Aaron could kill him, he still went out on a limb, still just went right into pressing for information, asking him questions that got him stressed, pissed, and he still just kept on going. Even with Marta he would ask things, say things that everyone else would have thought him crazy for saying and asking. He'd flirt and tease and ask her things right on camera, not even caring that it was there. That he was breaking orders, protocols, that he was basically digging himself into a hole where reprimanding and punishment would be a certainty. Aaron Carter just never cared about any of that. He cares about exploring avenues of personality, about not censoring himself and never choking off even one facet of who he is now, with the cognitive enhancements. It comes from a life of barely being mentally apt enough to remember his full name, and then being given the gift to become the perfect soldier, to suddenly be able to function and then told that ninety percent of what he was given he would have to suppress.

Everyone else in the program could manage it, because they'd grown up with it. All their lives they'd had freedom of speech, the freedom to ask questions. Aaron hadn't. So it was no wonder that he just wouldn't care enough about repercussions and punishments, that he would just have to ask and push and think as much as he could, now. Because he'd never been able to before. And that in and of itself led to this state of just not caring what they were supposed to do. Of what roles they were supposed to fill, as Outcome Agents. He did his missions, and he did them well. He was one of the survivors, the final six in the program, and he had been in the program for nine years. He knew how to do his missions, how to follow orders, how to survive. He simply reached a point where he stopped caring what people thought of him, he stopped trying to be perfect and obedient. He did his job and he did it well, but he stopped caring what people thought of his mental state long before the final mission, where he'd gone off the grid for four whole days. He would talk and ask questions as much as he wanted, he would make people nervous with the way he thought about things as much as he wanted, because Aaron? He'd stopped caring about what people thought long before he even became a part of Outcome.

Think of it like this. If you were given the ability to think for the first time in your life and then told you were unable to think for yourself, to follow all those tempting, tantalizing little trails reaching out in every direction... what would you do? Would you listen and curb your appetite, go back to living in a bubble, not questioning the world or any other orders within it, or would you say screw it. Would you want to live life to the fullest while you finally had the chance? Because, ultimately, that's how Aaron's decided to live his life.

❝Still trying to figure out if you're going to kill me or give me a pep talk.❞To sort of switch things around and move from the heavy, dreary personality traits that have been beat into Aaron's mind, let's take a moment to pause on the fact that, to go along with how different Aaron is from all those brainwashed soldier operatives in Outcome, he's actually rather sassy when push comes to shove. The guy has a mouth on him, a sarcastic streak about a mile wide and a few miles long, and he never seems to be able to turn it off. He can be in the middle of a life or death situation, potentially staring down the barrel of a gun, watching a finger squeeze on the trigger, but he'll still just smile and open his mouth, let something like the aforementioned quote slide easily from his lips, and then he'll just carry on as if nothing happened.

He does this many times throughout the movie, to many different characters. He displays a sort of cockiness to go hand in hand with his sarcasm. Always just making these snide remarks that almost take people off guard, simply because they don't really fit in with the situation, the general tension in the air. People could be talking about death, sickness, they could be threatening him, acting suspiciously, hands on their gun. It could be a conversation that could easily go both ways, that could end up in them shaking hands or with one of them dead and the other holding a smoking gun, and still Aaron would just blink and say something completely out of the blue, make some joke or some snide comment that's an insult, a joke, a sarcastic and biting remark. But the kicker? Aaron just does not care about what he says. Just like how he's stopped caring about how people see him, what's normal behavior, these snarky remarks have that same blase don't give a shit quality to them.

It's really his ego talking, making itself known. He knows he's smarter than usual, now, just as he knows he has the training, physical strength, and survival skills in order to come out on top of just about any confrontation. Actually, scratch that, of any confrontation. And that is a part of why he's so flippant with these insulting, sarcastic comments. He doesn't care how people react to them, because no matter what? He'll come out on top. It's part not caring, and part just posturing. Issuing challenges to see who will react and how, and to see if anyone he comes across actually has the confidence to try and take him down.

❝You should have left me alone.❞Aaron Cross knows he's dangerous. He knows he's a weapon, trained to kill and designed to be good at it. Chemically aided to be the absolute best. His body is the perfect fighting machine, his mind enhanced to speed up his reaction time, his ability to learn and understand, critical thinking pushed to the maximum levels in order to ensure survival in a situation, to promote creative solutions to get out alive. He knows he's a weapon, because he knows how many people he's taken down. How many bones he's broken, how many people he's killed. He knows how to wound, to incapacitate, to kill in the blink of an eye with any weapon around or even his bare hands. He knows all of this, and yet?

He doesn't enjoy it.

Others might enjoy the killing, the rush of power. They might keep track of kill counts and flaunt them. He's met soldiers like that, hates them. Because Aaron will, if he has the choice, try and spare innocents as much as possible. He had a pack of wolves on his trail all throughout his training trip, and had even come head to head with them. He could have just picked up his rifle and killed them, used the meat for food instead of hunting rabbits, but they were simply following their nature. It wasn't a vendetta against him, it was nature. And so, he spared them. He kept moving, warded them off until he couldn't avoid it any more, until they finally became of use to him. And even then he stopped, he paused, he looked the wolf in the eye and told it calmly that it should have left him alone.

Aaron knows he's dangerous, knows that given the chance he'd kill in the blink of an eye and not even think twice about it. He'd sooner kill a pursuer than incapacitate them, knock them out and get ahead. Because if they're dead, there's no chance that they'd find him again. But it's something he'd rather avoid. He wants to avoid those situations all together, to try and piece together his morality again, as impossible as that might be. So sometimes? It really is better to just be left alone.

❝Well, I'm not just a science project, Doc.❞As mentioned before, there's a part of Aaron that's always been labeled as a thing. Not a person, but a thing. A weapon, an animal, the gun. The doctors in Outcome loaded the bullets, the chems themselves were the bullets, and the CIA, the FBI were the people pulling the trigger. But Aaron and all the other Outcome participants? They were the gun itself. The killing mechanism, the thing that put all the individual parts together and actually propelled the killing. To everyone Aaron's known since becoming a participant, he's been nothing more than a number, a chart, a set of data. The person all of that data was based on simply didn't exist to anyone other than him. And ever since Outcome was burned to the ground, every doctor and operative taken out, he's come to realize just how much he'd really just become a thing to these people.

Any sort of... instrumentality, dehumanization strikes a chord in Aaron. In a situation where people are supposed to just hand over their minds and bodies to the military, to choke off every little thing that makes them who they are and drives what they would do outside of a strictly set mission, a created identity, Aaron was one of the only participants that actively kept a hold of who he was, who displayed it every chance he got while off-mission. But damn if they weren't trying to brainwash him just like they had all the others. To get him to conform, to go quiet and complacent, to become their little tool. Their number five. Kenneth was dead, they'd made sure of that, and while they'd given him a new name in Aaron, even that they wanted to kill. To leave nothing more than a killing machine they could program orders into, without having to worry about individuality getting in the way. A completely psychological form of brainwashing that, quite honestly, will always have Aaron freezing up, getting pissed at any sign of it elsewhere.

❝You've done enough for me.❞But as much as Aaron seems to be a perfect soldier, simply with a bit of a sarcastic streak and an ego, there is still a part of him that's completely and utterly human. Who cares and feels guilty, who wants to protect the people he gets close to. Who feels unworthy for what he's received, simply because of how he received it. A part of him that still feels a glimmer of embarrassment for how he was in the past. Who feels uncomfortable with having people take care of him again, when he should finally have the ability and the strength to do so for himself.

You see, Aaron lived in a group home before coming to Outcome. He grew up in an environment where he had to be constantly helped, constantly looked after. And then, for the last nine years, he's been a soldier, a fighter. He's only gotten sick once, while viraling off of greens, and other than that he's never had to be taken care of. He's gotten past that. So when he has people doing things for him, deciding to help him, unless he expressly needs their help in order to survive, he feels incredibly guilty about taking it. Because now, at least, he shouldn't need it. He's had people taking care of him his entire life and now... well. He should be past that. So whenever he has to accept help, or even when people offer help that doesn't directly hinge on his survival, he'll try and shrug it off. He'll deny it, will push forward on his own, but in the rare chance that he's sick or weakened, or recovering from a particularly bad injury? The attempt to push them away, to get them to stop helping will be more emotional, more desperate.

People have done more than enough for him his entire life. For it to still be happening even now? That's something Aaron doesn't want to deal with.

❝No more.❞The outcome. The one thing Aaron's been striving for over the years. Since he first had his doubts about the legality and morality of what they were doing, what they were being asked to do. No more. A mantra in his mind. The driving force behind everything he did, everything he continues to do.

He'll forever fight for that to become true, for him to be able to look at his life, at what's ahead of him, and realize that the running is over. That there's no chance of any of this coming back, haunting him. Of having to run for his life from the very government he'd been fighting as a part of for so long. And even better, even more desperately yearned for is a life where killing and running just isn't even a part of it any more.

No more being a weapon. No more being a number. No more getting used. No more reliance. No more manipulation. No more no more no more.

Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:
[+] Guns - Aaron is trained and proficient in firearms. He can shoot a plane down with a shot gun, and rarely to never misses shots he takes with smaller guns. He can shoot people through doors, take people out while on the move in one shot, as well as hit small pieces of machinery with a single shot and barely a glance. He's been trained with every army grade firearm and can use any of them in any circumstance.
[+] Hand to hand - He's also been thoroughly trained in hand to hand combat, as has every soldier. He doesn't have a style as such, but he's a street fighter. He can kick and punch and jab and break bones, dislocate joints, and grab and twist necks to break them. He can disarm someone with a gun in seconds, and take on multiple people larger than him with relative ease and finesse, always finishing up his fist fights with a few sharp, controlled moves.
[+] Tech - Aaron is a tinkerer not by hobby, but by necessity. He can make a radio out of a mess of wire, some gum, and a battery, as well as create and modify disposable cameras and anything else just lying around in a hotel room in order to counterfeit legal documents of any kind. As far as computer savvy goes, he knows the basics of hacking and locking, but it isn't his focus. He knows what he needs to know in order to survive in the world he operates in, but doesn't make a hobby perfecting those skills any further than what's needed.
[+] Learning curve - Due to the pills he's on? Aaron's brain is working at the highest levels humanly possible. As such, he can learn things quickly and efficiently, be it things about technologies, fighting techniques, or even languages. He can retain information easier than most, thanks to his mental advancements.
[+] Greens - There are two drugs that Outcome gave to its participants. One was the green, the other blue. The green pill was meant for stamina, strength, to increase muscle responses and coordination. To build the body up to its maximum. Since Aaron was viraled out of the greens, the physical changes he has are permanent. This means the strength, speed, endurance, and pain suppression the greens gave him is never going away. His body is that of the perfect soldier. Fast, efficient, flexible, and strong.
[+] Blues - To go on the other side of the greens, there are blue pills. These focus on the mental side of things rather than the physical. They increase cognitive function and repair and rebuild brain tissue. Any decay or injury to the brain is healed, the neurons super charged and strengthened, pathways opening that might not have been open before. They allow increased cognitive function and memory, as well as an increase to sensory function. Eyesight, hearing, touch, taste, and reflexes are pushed to near superhuman levels.
[+] Survivalist - Part of the training Aaron was given as an Outcome operative covers the ability to survive no matter what. He can handle mountains, snow, being attacked by wolves, having to hunt and trap for food, as well as slip past security to just about any airport or secure location in the world, and can slip through the cracks of any city in any country in order to disappear. He knows how to run and how to hide, how to fight for his life and survive no matter what he has to do. It's just what the army and Outcome trained him to do, and it's what he's using against them, now.
[+] Cover Identities - Thanks to his increased cognitive functions, Aaron can keep track of any identity he assumes as well as any backstory he comes up with. He can slip into a personality subset to fit that name, that identity whenever he needs to. It's part of his ability to survive in the world. But the thing is, Aaron's clever. Aaron's smart. He can come up with identities with completely different personalities, and build their backstory as intricately and vaguely as he wants, often mixing the two in order to make them more real.
[+/-] Leader/Stubborn - Aaron is, to say the least, a take charge person. This allows him to look at a situation and move forward. He doesn't get caught up in doubts or reservations, he moves when he can move and he looks at things with a logical, tactical mind. With the mind of a soldier, a weapon. But more than that, he's stubborn. It allows him to keep going through with things even when the logical part of him is telling him to stop and give in. It allows him to go forward with things that anyone else would think are stupid and suicide.
[+] Dat Ass - You could bounce a quarter off that thing.
[-] Pain Tolerance - While this can be considered a strength rather than a weakness, the simple fact of the matter is that because Aaron has the ability to completely ignore the fact that he's in pain when he's fighting or on the run, he also has blocked off that biological warning that, you know, he's kind of running out of blood. So he's more prone to passing out from blood loss rather than succumbing to the actual pain of any injuries.
[-] Blue dependency - From Aaron's canon point, he has not been viraled off of blues as of yet. As such, in order to keep his mental faculties up and running, he has to take one 400mg pill a day, but he can split it and push the hours between dosages in order to make the pills last. But! Where-as any other operative would simply fall back to normal operating levels, Aaron came from a mental state that would basically leave him unable to function or take care of himself should he run out of blues. As such, he literally needs the pills in order to keep thinking, functioning, and protecting himself. If he runs out of them? In his mind: he's dead.
[-] Paranoia - It's not paranoia if the world really is out to get you, right? Wrong. Paranoia practically rules Aaron's life. It's a crippling, gripping thing that rules every moment of his life. Sleeping, waking, it doesn't matter, he's constantly on edge, just waiting for an attack. It's stressful, has him not trusting every person he meets, and has him always expecting the worst out of a situation. Which, really, makes actual personal relationships a thing that's pretty damn hard to actually form.
[-] Inability to not be creepy - Hey girl what's your number you get sexy for the camera often? ... Yeah, Aaron just has a way of being a little too intense even when he has the best intentions. He flirts, he teases, but he really just comes across as creepy without, you know, actually being creepy.
[-] Problem with Authority - This is one of his biggest character flaws, actually, seeing as Aaron is rather understandably suspect of any sort of political structure meant to control, regulate, or police a population. Don't get him wrong, he knows the merits of having a military force as well as a police presence, but he does not trust any one person or group of people to make decisions for the masses, not without being double, triple, quadruple, quintuple checked by just about everyone in the nation. On the Tranquility? This is going to rise as a sort of... immediate dislike for the people taking charge. He'll demand to see qualifications, will try to get closer to them just to figure out if they have any ulterior motives. See, he comes from a world where his own government is doing their level best to hunt him down and kill him simply because they failed to keep their shit together.

Inventory:
One [1] passport; KEN BIRCH
One [1] Outcome pill case
Thirty [30] blue regiment pills
One [1] wallet with credit cards and driver's license; KEN BIRCH
One [1] diving wrist watch
One [1] small razor
Appearance:

He's a Jeremy Renner face. In more detail, he stands at five feet ten inches, has defined muscles, short hair that seems brown in low lights and the dark, but has a slight blonde hint to it in direct sunlight. His eyes are a blue-green-grey (known to the more color-savvy among us as a light dependent hazel) color that switches based on environment.

Yeah, basically he's muscles and hair and eyes and good god that ass. Not your average pretty boy that always has a fan blowing in his face, sparkles in the sunlight, and farts Hugo Boss cologne but I am pretty sure he still beats out, like, 93% of people in the looks department. Also, have I mentioned dat ass?
Age: 35


SAMPLES
Log Sample:
Over the years, Aaron had come to notice something about the human race. Well, to be honest, he'd noticed a lot of things. He'd noticed how some kids tried to help old women across the street for nothing but a smile and a thank you, the warmth of knowing that they'd done something right, something good. He'd noticed other kids, the same age, same upbringing in back alleys lighting up, getting stupid, beating down on everyone they could, even some people they couldn't. He'd seen people soar to the greatest heights imaginable, just as he'd seen them crash down to the ground, scraping rock bottom and, ultimately, lying down and dying there.

And then, he'd come down to the simple fact that no matter how much he observed human habits, no matter how much he thought he might understand what makes other people tick, in hopes of understanding what makes him tick, everything is thrown for a loop. And humanity proves itself to be that one, annoying as hell conclusion he'd come up with years ago. People are, above all else, utterly unpredictable.

Which would, in retrospect, probably explain why he was petrified by a chair right then.

It wasn't even the kind of chair you think would affect someone. It wasn't wooden with handcuffs on the legs and arms and electrodes everywhere. It wasn't lined with spikes with blood soaking the seat, the floor around it. It wasn't wet and dripping, live wires sparking in the background. No, it wasn't anything like that. It wasn't a chair someone would expect to see in a horror movie, in the deepest nightmares of a twisted and haunted individual. It was simply... a chair. A single, metal, fold out chair standing innocently in the middle of his room.

Once again; unpredictable.

He tossed his bag on the bed, moving forward stiffly, every muscle in his body tense, his steps quiet and slow, like a cat stalking its prey. As if any noise, any sudden movement might make this stupid chair just get up and run away. It was stupid. It was just a chair. He knew it was just a chair. No more than metal, harmless, not booby trapped, not a trick. It was just a chair, sitting in the middle of a room in a hallway in a spaceship, in some random quadrant of space. Everything else he'd been able to handle perfectly, calmly, rationally. No flip outs, no panic that wasn't planned. He'd taken in the information he'd been given and he'd processed it as best he could, given his mental state, his physical recovery. And yet there he was, circling a chair like it was about to attack him, not even sure why this one, random addition in this crackdream of a situation was getting under his skin so hard, why-

Aaron turned, shifted in the slow circle he was walking around the object, and the light caught his eye. He squinted, was momentarily blinded in that one eye, the other struggling to compensate, to protect against the unexpected glare from the overhead lights - is this a test sir where are you from son what's your name so you wanna be in the army i can make that happen with all due respect no more a normal person'd be questioning the morality of what we just asked you to do we're sin eaters what was that do you want to stay here five the number five not just a science project do you want to stay - He blinked, his vision righted itself, the hand on his watch ticked forward, his lungs emptied of air. A chair. Nothing but a chair, now. No anxiety, not tension, just a chair and a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. A mental slip, a memory, heat on his skin and discomfort crawling along his bones. He kicked a foot out, pushing at one of the legs, sliding the chair across the wood and watching. There was no threat anymore, nothing being triggered. It was just a chair to go in his room, something someone had left here on accident. Nothing more.

It was just a chair. And it proved he was still human.

Comms Sample:
[When the video comes on, the man on screen - Ken, Ken, Ken, if he can just hold onto that name for a little longer, that personality... - really... doesn't look so good. He's covered in a sheen of sweat and looking pale, his eyes both glassier than usual and a bit... dim.]

Hi, I know- shit- [He presses the heel of his hand against his forehead, screwing his eyes up and trying to bring his thoughts back together and- he prepared for this.] I know I... I- just... just gimme a second, I think... [He pauses in his scramble, staring at something in his hands, just off screen for a long fifteen seconds before he jerks, comes back to himself, and grits his teeth.]

Cue cards. [He holds up a piece of paper, the smile on his face really anything but a smile] I have a problem. An actually really... shitty problem. [From the way his eyes are flickering from the paper to the camera, it's obvious he's regarding it for this bit] I need a doctor. Not just- I need a chemist. Someone used to working with viruses, creating medication.

If you can do what I need to happen... I know a few things that'll make it worth the trouble.

[Thank goodness the innuendo of that statement is mostly hidden underneath the serious, almost deathly tone of his voice.

Mostly.]