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Name: Aeroe Markus Fuelle
Pronounced; Air-Oh Mar-Kus Fee-Elle
Gang: Wind
Sex Male
Age: 19
Birth date: 17th January
At school? Is so what Grade: No School
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Depends on how drunk/stoned he is.
Smoke/Drink: Both.
Nationality: French & British
Power: Cold & Ice Manipulation.




Celebrity: Alex Pettyfer.
IN THE MIRROR:

Steady eyes. That's the first people notice, that or the hair, but let's focus on his eyes for a second. The color isn't anything special. He hasn't got violet eyes, or bright almost florescent blue. No, Aeroe was given a rather boring hazel color. Even saying hazel is a bit of an exaggeration. In fact, it's rather hard to describe the color of his eyes, its a darkish brown with the slightest green tint. It is not the color of his eyes that are particularly important. No, it's the shape, and the way that they seem- well, dead.

He has very thin eyes, framed by thick but short lashes. They are then framed by dark but thin eyebrows. Still, I'm not at the point I'm trying to put across. The color, the shape of his eyebrows? That's not why people notice his eyes. They notice them because they always seem dark, it's always like he's somewhere else- and there's no evidence to say that this other place is a good one. His eyes, look dead. They actually scare people. Especially the Fu, the people who live for laughter and happiness.

Back to his hair, which I guess is his most prised possession- who'd blame him. Lucky enough to have hair that starts out dark and then goes into a sandy blond as it gets to the top. He keeps it roughly three inched long at the top and an inch or two at the sides. It seems to sort itself out in the mornings completing his lost, scruffy puppy look.

His face? Well, it isn't perfect- his ears are too big and his cheeks are slightly to gaunt but he really does have one attractive face. His lips are small but symmetrical, his jaw his strong and his cheek bones prominent. His nose is large, with a small bump in it but it fits in his face. His teeth are all real, no fillings, very white and very straight. Thanks to his now deceased mother.

The sound that comes from his mouth is ever so slightly croaky from his various smoking habits, his voice is distinctively British but on certain words he sounds French. He speaks both French and English fluently thanks to his English mother and French father but he lived in England up until a few years ago so that is why he sounds English. However, when he does speak French he has a perfect French accent.

Aeroe is tall and muscular. Not body builder muscles, but he does have his hint of a six pack. His skin is lightly tanned and he has a tattoo of a crucifix on his chest. Despite allot of money he tends to buy vintage, scruffy things- ripped jeans and old jackets mixed with a few plain tops.

IN A NUTSHELL:

Angry. Angry at his dad for dying. Angry at his family for trying to help him when he wants to be alone with his sadness. Angry at himself for not being able to breakaway from his misery and angry with everyone else for being happy when he's not. He's angry at the world for giving him the life that he has to live.

Aeroe is arrogant and appears fearless. Willing and ready to pick a fight with anyone. This however is mainly a side effect with the various drugs he's taking- speed, E and similar stimulants, rather than an actual personality trait. He takes any thing and everything, never found without a bottle of straight vodka and a cigarette (if not worse).

He hates allot of things including the sun and anything warm. He hates being hugged, and being comforted. He hates being helped. With anything and everything. He helps to feel helpless and weak. He hates it when people shelter him. He likes things cold and rough. Any thing from relationships & Sex to clothing.

This is Aeroe number one.

I know what your thinking. Aeroe number one? What the fuck? Well, people are beginning to worry if Aeroe's developing split personality disorder. Although, these personalities are very different they haven't developed names yet or other key characteristics that can some from the disease. However, if you know Aeroe it can become very clear very quickly whether he is Aeroe number one (his most common) or another.

Depressed Aeroe. Depressed is an understatement. Let's called Depressed Aeroe, Aeroe D for now. D for depressed. We'll call Aeroe 1 Aeroe A- A for Angry.

Aeroe D will happily (ok, maybe that's not the best word to use) spend hours and hours, continually sobbing his heart out. Aeroe D is normally brought on by the comedown of drugs- when he can't find anymore to sort himself out. D isn't just depressed he's suicidal. Seven attempts so far. In front of a train, out of a window, overdoses. Aeroe's tried everything and luckily each attempt has been stopped.

Aeroe C. C for childish. At this point Aeroe will revert back to a childlike state. Giggling at everything and gasping in awe at the tiniest things. He can appear very cute, and truly happy. He looses all sense of shame and guilt and is happy to run around doing whatever he please. Whether it's spending thousands in a toy store or hours visiting the zoo.

Aeroe B. B for B. It should be H for Horny but B for Boy like fits nicer.
This is the charming, lady killer Aeroe. The man who can walk into a club or bar and pick up the bird of his choice. The gem of the party. When in this state women and sex is all that is on his mind. I hate to say this, but if he doesn't get the woman he's after he'll take her by force- i,e, rape her. Although, in this attractive state it rarely comes to anything that serious. B is arrogant and cocky but irresistibly charming.

In every state but D Aeroe fails to show any guilt, or conscious. He is self-centered and selfish. He doesn't care about the Fu at all.

All of these Aeroe's have one thing in common- They hate anything Hot. Whether it's food, drinks or a sunny day- they cannot stand it. He'll have ice cream for dinner- or at least a sandwich.

So there we have it, the beginnings of

OPEN UP THE BOOKS:

Aeroe's father was a tall man, tall, well built and handsome. He worked as a builder, a French immigrant who had been running for something. Arriving in this country with nothing but a worn shit, slacks and anceint workers boots. After a year in England the young Frenchman could just about speak English- although is accent was still very strong and why he came still a mystery.

It was summer when Roberte arrived at a large manor with his fellow workers. This was their latest job- to add another wing on to the already enormous house. Working late one evening Roberte caught a glimpse of a beautiful lady- the manor owners daughter. She was wearing an evening gown, she must have just come back from a big party.

The beautiful girl, Elizabeth stumbled into the house- slightly tipsy. Her giggle where light and heavenly but the stopped suddenly. Elizabeth had just noticed the large builder staring at her with a contented little smile on his face. The confused heiress smiled back before being pulled away by her other giggling friends.

About lunchtime the next day Elizabeth & Roberte started talking. She had come down with two large mugs off coffee and boldly offered the frenchman one. He accepted it and from then on they met more and more frequently.

Roberte's boss was not happy. Roberte was quite, he didn't socialize with the other workers, he kept himself to himself and worked fast and worked continuously. Now with this women, he would either be off somewhere with her or daydreaming about her. Roberte used to do the work of three men, and now he could barely do the work of one.

Elizabeth's mother wasn't happy either, her father was always away so he hadn't even heard of the little affair but both Elizabeth and her mother were fearful of that day. Elizabeth was meant to marry someone rich, someone famous- to carry on the family's reputation- to carry on their riches. Not to fall for some poor gutter scum who could barely speak English. Luckily for Elizabeth she could speak fluent French.

At roughly the same time Roberte's boss took Roberte off the job and Elizabeth's mother moved her away to one of their many houses around the county. Was their love lost forever?

A few months later Elizabeth was getting bigger, companions thought that it was just from comfort eating but as the months got by her belly was taking more and more of a shape- a pregnant belly.

Elizabeth panicked, she became distraught, she refused to eat, She couldn't have a baby, not alone, not so young- only 19. Spur of the moment, and in desperation Elizabeth's mother started making calls and begrudgingly found Roberte once again.

Just a week after their reunion the baby was born, a baby boy, a baby who they called Aeroe. Unhappy with the match Elizabeth's mother sent the family away with some money and told them to not come back. She would send money every so often but she didn't want to be linked to such a failure.

Happy with her lover and son Elizabeth left with little sadness and they moved to Kent. After just a year Elizabeth fell pregnant again and soon Aeroe had a brother to play with called Markus. Within another year Elizabeth was pregnant again- it seemed like the couple still couldn't keep away from each other.

Or at least that's what everyone thought.

Heavily pregnant Elizabeth was left. Roberte decided that he had to go to Tokyo! Alone! Why? No one knew and it killed Elizabeth. Arguments raged and eventually Elizabeth caved- letting him leave and falling into silent resentment of her lover.

As soon as he was old enough (four) Aeroe was shipped off to boarding school. Eventually he was joined by his brother who he remained close to for most of the years and his sister who had been quiet and timid from the beginning (some people said it was linked to her mother's strange temper) bored Aeroe too much to befriend.

At the age of seven Aeroe knew he was different. Why? Because he could shoot icicles out of his hands. It's a funny story actually, how he found out. He was watching the spiderman movie, and him and his brother where playing around- pretending to be spiderman. Aeroe did the little finger thing screamed "pow pow" at the top of his long and imagine his surprise when a sharp dagger of ice only missed his brother my centimeters.

Shocked and outraged at his brothers accidental attempt to kill him Markus let out a large, annoyed breath of air- intending to storm off in a strop to his room but instead he blew Aeroe off his feet.

They sat staring at each other for a moment. Amazed at each other, and themselves- there and then they decided to practice their powers together and in secret and then become superheroes. They where going to where capes and spandex and fight for justice! Just like spiderman.

And so they did, they practiced but as they got older they realized superheroes didn't exist. Villains maybe, but superheroes didn't. They discovered girls, and coursework and drink and (in Aeroe's case) drugs.
They remained good friends, but Aeroe had always been a little wilder, a little more daring. Going to wild parties and getting absolutely hammered every night and, of course, taking the odd class C drugs- it wouldn't get worse for a while yet.

And then, out of the blue the family got a letter home. Aeroe was just approaching his 18th birthday and hadn't met his father once since he left, the letter was from him- inviting them to stay with him in Tokyo for aslong as they where willing. The letter told the Fuelle children that their father had a big secret they had to share. Aeroe and Markus looked at each other knowingly. Whether or not their sister had a power they didn't know, but they guessed they got it from their father.

And so they went, packed their bags and got on the plane. A grand new adventure. Aeroe was tingling in anticipation. He was going to meet his father. He was the only one who could remember him, even if it was only vaguely. He was tall, he remembered that and he always smelled of sawdust.

They where greeted by him at the airport. Instead of the man that Aeroe kind of remembered- always wearing overalls and covered in cement mix and paint they where met by a tall man in a suit. His hair was still scruffy though, his eyes twinkled with the sight of his children and his smile wide, attractive and friendly.

Roberte was almost brought to tears- his daughter, looked like a spitting image of Elizabeth- only Liz refused to talk to him, and that was what made him so sad.

Once in Roberte's large apartment Roberte began to explain about powers Aeroe was amazed to find out that one- his dad had the exact same power as him, two- his little sister had a power and three- so did his mum, she had the same power as his sister.

He then spoke of gangs, of the rival gangs, of the many small nameless gangs within them and about Fu and the dream of Fu, and how he came to Tokyo and became leader of the Fu and how he, Aeroe, would be the next in running to be leader.

Within a few months the three Fuelle children had learnt the ropes, and the other Fu members and they also learnt of their fathers death.

That's right.

He went out, to "attend some business" one night and never came back. The following morning Sophia was watching the news and started screaming. Aeroe and his brother ran in the room to see a picture of their father flashing on the screen, along with CCTV of him being shot and the announcement that a 6'4ft man identified as the successful business man Roberte Fuelle had been shot.

And that is where everything went wrong.
That is when Aeroe returned to his partying lifestyle while Markus tried to pick up the pieces.

This is where Markus started to hate his brother for "leading" the Fu. Leading them to destruction.

This is where the world started to end for Aeroe Fuelle.

& This was just a few months ago.