Subject: Cheesy's Partner
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Posted on: 2014-07-29 03:04:00 UTC
Okay, the original idea for Cheesy's partner was something from a magic-based continuum, but then, I was suddenly struck by an idea.
An interesting, amazing idea.
An idea that completely bucks everything out the window.
I'm going to do a self-insert.
Name: Aaron Edwards Mousse
Gender: Male
Species: World 1 Human
Age: Mid-twenties
Department: Department of Floaters
Preferred weapon: Aaron doesn't bring much skill to the table, but he'll grow very, very fond of a simple knife.
Appearance: Caucasian, with dark brown hair, glasses over green eyes, and a completely unchecked case of vitiligo. Uniform takes two forms: jeans and a black T-shirt with DoF flashpatch on back and a green baseball cap, or a black buisiness suit with green tie, complete with flashpatch cufflinks. Which one he wears is seemingly random.
Abilities: Due to almost a year of surfing the site 4chan without using brain bleach products, Aaron is more resistant to Sues in that he requires about one-sixth as much bleeprin as your average agent.
Personality: Aaron is a lot more easygoing than Cheesy, being the optimist to Cheesy's pessimist and the jokester to Cheesy's grump. He's also kind and caring about others- something that isn't immediately clear when he calls you a "faggot" almost offhandedly the first time you meet him. Hint: That's a test to see how thick-skinned you are.
However, when the (almost nonexistent) kid gloves come off, and Aaron gets angry, it's an entirely different kind of rage to Cheesy's fiery fury. He becomes cold and calculating, a hunter with the source of the anger having a large target painted on his back. And he won't stop until either that target is dead... or someone calms him down.
He at first won't care for the 'duty', but events will transpire in the first mission that change his mind. Quickly.
History: Aaron, after a job interview, sat down, turned on his tablet, went onto 4chan, and started reading a fic someone posted. Halfway through the fic, he fell through a plothole, tablet, suit, and all, straight into a meeting of the Flowers that Be- er, to be more exact, straight into the meeting room's table. That's pretty much it.