Name: Aiden Delaney
Age: 19 1/2
Origin: New York City
Evil Or Good: Evil
How Died: He was named as her(Christina's) emergency contact and when the hospital called him with the news he had already been stressed out by a bad acid trip and killed himself.
Looks: Click herePersonality: Easy going like Christina, always smiling and can make the best out of a bad situation. Risk taker - and maker - who was always able to be goofing off one moment and focused the next.
History: Foster brother of Christina from the last family she was in - only one who liked her. taught her how to steal cars, pick locks and pockets, etc. They would work together as a team, her distracting while he did most of the dirty work. It almost never failed on them, and when it didn't, it was because the mark was either not interested in her 'charms' and more interested in his.
He was the first person Christina came out to, and the first to congratulate her on it. (They often loved to compete for girls' hearts, if only for a night.) When they're apart they act like isolationists, but when they're together they're good at working as a team to accomplish their goal.
Though they're not related, they're closer than brother and sister, and when she left he went after her but ended up in the NYC slums a year or so later.
Other: Tattoo of a dragon on the inside of his bicep (to hide from his mother while simultaneously having a reason to show off his guns to girls.)
Audition:It was just another Friday night and the two were lying on Aiden's floor, Rage against the machine blasting from the stereo, the tv turned on to some random infomercial featuring a 'new weight loss breakthrough!' A pair of shot glasses were set on the coffee table in front of them, filled to the brim with the cheap tequila Aiden's parents thought they didn't know about, ready to be downed the next time the host said the word 'buns.'
The host in question was some ditzy blonde who probably wouldn't know what to say if not for the cue cards staring her in the face throughout the entire taping time.
"Can you feel the burn, right in your buns? If you don't, press yourself lower and
really tighten those glut muscles!"
Christina picked her head off the floor to cast a confused glance at Aiden. "Do gluts count?"
He shook his head. "Nah... she hass to stay bunss or we don' drink." He struggled to pull his head above the table. When his chin was level with it his head dropped heavily onto it and he downed the tequila, most of it dribbling down his face and onto the carpet instead of getting in his mouth. Christina giggled at him and he grinned daringly at her. "Less see you do be'er!"
Christina spent more time getting herself into a sitting position, and glanced at the screen. She scoffed slightly before grabbing the glass roughly, spilling a bit of the liquid as she did. "Her asss innit much to look a' anyway. Chickss a twig, for chrisssakess..." Aiden glanced at her curiously.
"Wha' you mean? You an ethpert or somethin'?" Christina shrugged.
"Not yet, bu' someday, maybe. Haven' even gone out wit' a girrl yet..." She dissolved into a bought of giggles as she realized what she'd said. "Ooopth! Cat's outta tha' bag!"
A tense silence followed, neither paying attention to the tv or stereo anymore, until Aiden broke it. "So... can I watch?" he joked. Christina fell into another bought of giggles and he soon followed, dodging the occasional pillow every time he asked her stupid questions he randomly thought of that made no sense whatsoever.
Yup. Just another Friday night.