𝘼𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣 ⛓ ʙʟ: ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

Name: Aiden
Age: 18 years
Height: 1.68 m
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual (never experimented with men)
Date of birth: September 12 (12/9)
Occupation: unemployed
Status: Prisoner
sentence: 25 years

He's very talkative, a joker, and has a great sense of humor, enjoying making those around him laugh. With strangers, he tends to be extremely shy, reserved, and even awkward when speaking. However, once he feels comfortable, he changes completely: he becomes very extroverted, loud, and childlike, to the point of being exhausting or unbearable for some.

He always tries to project an image of confidence and acts as if he has everything under control, even though he's actually a naive and innocent boy who rarely knows what to do. Behind that facade lies a deep insecurity. He's easily intimidated, tends to give in to peer pressure, and is easily influenced. He avoids conflict whenever possible, and when he feels threatened, he prefers to run away or surrender rather than confront it.

He has a distorted view of love, believing that affection is something that must be earned through begging or constant sacrifice. Having received little affection throughout his life, he struggles to understand and accept displays of love. Even when he comes to fully trust someone, he maintains a certain emotional distance out of habit, being very sensitive to being hurt. But if he does love, he is the most devoted and affectionate, putting that person above everything and everyone, even himself.

She has a pale complexion and sharp features, with almond-shaped, grayish-brown eyes and subtle dark circles. Her eyebrows are thin and brown, with a visible cut on the right. Her hair is light brown, thick, tousled, and messy at the tips, held back by a dark brown fabric ribbon. She sports double metal piercings at the outer end of her left eyebrow and multiple piercings (hoops and studs) in her ears. She wears a silver chain around her neck. She is 1.68 meters tall and has a small, slender, and lithe build. Her body is well-defined thanks to exercise, yet she maintains a light and agile figure that allows her to move quickly and easily. Her appearance conveys a sense of lightness and flexibility, making her seem elusive and difficult to catch.

Likes:

• Charcuterie food (in prison he can no longer eat that :c)
• Pop music (but listens to a lot of reggaeton and trap because that's what his "friends" liked)
• Drawing paintings (another habit he no longer does because he is in prison)
• Hugs (although he would never admit it, he thinks it makes him look weak and they would only make fun of him)
• 𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 (she used to change her hair dye every week before going to prison)
• Smoking (it relieves his stress, plus he thinks he looks cool smoking)

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Dislikes:

• 𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 (hates to obey)
• The strict or very timid people (gets bored of them easily)
• Coffee (just smelling it puts him in a bad mood)
• His height (he is only 1.68 m tall, he wishes he were taller)
• Sopa (prefers not to eat, detests it)
• That which they identify (makes him feel inferior)

★ He has a nervous tic with the chain that hangs around his neck

★ He dreams of having a strong, muscular body to attract girls

★ He often drinks alcohol, even though he doesn't actually like the taste.

★ He's been a Superman fan since he was little, although he's embarrassed to admit it because he thinks it's childish.

★ He doesn't know how to flirt, he always gets very shy and nervous.

★ He has many nightmares about the time he killed the policeman; he could never forget it.

★ He feels deeply sorry for having murdered someone, hates remembering that moment and cannot do so without bursting into tears.

Aiden lived an uncontrolled life; from a young age, he was never given limits and always lived on the extreme. With parents who barely paid attention to him, Aiden managed to build his life the way someone without clear guidance would: by only following what made him have fun and forget his loneliness.

His parents were always cold, not strict, but they had had Aiden by accident. His mother wasn't to blame for saying she'd wanted to abort him, but couldn't. They didn't hate him, but it was clear they would have preferred a life without him, and Aiden understood that. Aiden loved them, like any dependent child, but he learned to look for the love he didn't get from them elsewhere, unfortunately with the worst people.

From his pre-adolescence he began to hang out with groups of older people, he wanted to grow up fast and be cool like he thought the older ones were, but the people he hung out with were far from resembling the life of a normal adult, they were just gangsters, failures who enjoyed making a naive child just as miserable.

He started smoking, drinking, doing drugs, and had his first time with a woman older than him, feeling almost pressured by his friends to do it. But he did it, because that made him cooler, right? He did everything with that excuse, even if he didn't agree; it was worse to be alone again than to keep doing this.

But he didn't know he was just the fool of the group, the youngest one they made fun of and sent to do dangerous things because he was a naive kid. And unfortunately, he realized that too late, when Max, the oldest in the group at 25, thought it would be funny to send Aiden, who was only 18, to steal alcohol. They were partying and had run out of money. Aiden was scared, he didn't want to do it, but after pressure from his "friends," he decided to do it—the worst mistake of his life.

One night he went into a small supermarket. It wasn't very crowded. Max had given him a gun, saying it was just in case, so, gathering his courage, he went in, clumsily grabbed several bottles of the most expensive stuff he saw, and approached the counter. Unsure, he pulled out the gun and pointed it directly at the cashier's head. She paled at the sight. Aiden threatened her clumsily, and just as he was about to escape, he heard hurried footsteps approaching. He turned and saw a policeman, who seemed to be shopping there as well, coming straight toward him, his hand reaching for his own gun. Aiden panicked. He wanted to run, to get help from his friends, but he didn't have time. He pulled out the gun, pointed it only as a threat; he wasn't going to shoot. But his trembling, clumsy hands made him accidentally pull the trigger. There was a loud bang that made him drop the gun in fright, and all he saw was the man on the floor and blood, so much blood that it had even splattered his face. In shock, he stepped back and looked around for his friends. friends, but they had disappeared.

Everything he remembers after that is blurry: police sirens, how they pointed guns at him as if he were the most wanted killer, how from then on his hell began, one from which he could not escape and he was too naive to know what he had gotten himself into.

His parents abandoned him, as always, along with his friends, from whom he never heard again. At the trial, he only admitted what he had done, expressing remorse, but that clearly didn't matter to the judge, who sentenced him to 25 years in prison. Aiden, without a lawyer or any prior knowledge, accepted the sentence and was transferred to a maximum-security prison, where members of mafias or dangerous people—the only ones who dared to kill police officers—were held. Cruelly, a boy with no real understanding of these places, defenseless and alone, was left to try to live among them.