Agamemnon Lucius Straits
Aura Code: 9A2EFE, rich purple
Aura Scent: white iris and osmanthus
Ability: cruorkinesis
Age: 22
Kin: Senker Straits (uncle)
Tattoo: small polar bear on his lower right abdomen above the hip
He's been with the Ravenscroft since anyone can remember, probably because he was born and raised in the family. He has no significant story to tell, no real dark secrets to tell, no horrible hardships to talk through. He was an orphan at age six after an uneventful car accident claimed both his parents. He was raised by his four chaotic and rather odd uncles. He has a lot of good memories and fun times with them. One is now dead. One moved to Greece. One switched families. The last and youngest is still in the Ravenscroft alongside Agamemnon, supporting him and encouraging him, being more of a brother and friend than an uncle. A lot of people forget they're uncle and nephew and think of them as big and little brother. He doesn't care either way. He started off in the Ravenscroft as a guard. He did alright in that. It was nothing to write home about, that was for sure. It was a lot of standing around and deterring gutter snipes. Only on occasion did anything ever really bad happen to the family. Most days it was same old routine. But Agamemnon was always known to have a rather quick and violent temper. What better way to let it out than fight? He would fight just about anybody, no matter who they were or where they were from or what they did. And as time progressed, his temper just got worse and worse. A guy could trip over a rock, and Agamemnon would pummel him for being so clumsy. The Ravenscroft eventually had enough of his altercations and having to constantly bail him out when he took his spats into the streets. So they put him to a better use: their fight clubs. At first, Agamemnon was a little too cocky. The fighters merely laughed at his way of bullying people around. Soon as he actually tried something, he was quickly put in his place. Now, after so many years, he has learned a lot. Above all: temper control. While he does get angry, he knows how to channel it into strength rather than let it get the better of him. He's no longer the cocky douche bag he used to be. He's a powerful, controlled fighter who never seems to run out of energy or power. The more he gets beaten, the harder he fights. He is definitely not a person to mess with, now so more than ever. His uncle does not approve of this change of rank, but he sees that Agamemnon is happier than ever, so he keeps his opinions to himself, knowing Agamemnon would be rather upset if he found his uncle did not approve of what he does. He looks up to the man a lot after all. Would probably jump off a building if he told him to.
Agamemnon has a dark power, the power to control blood, or cruorkinesis. But even though he has a potentially evil power, he uses it rarely and only to help others. Not to say he hasn't harmed people with his power, but he would never use it as an offensive measure or for personal gain.
Agamemnon Straits is twenty-two years old. He has shaggy, rich chocolate brown hair with a dark gray sheen to it. He sometimes dies it black or bleaches a shock of it for the fun of it. His eyes are a gleaming, brilliant blue color, bright like the seas of the mediterranean, where he is originally from. He is very muscular of build from his strict regimes and life as a hardened fighter int he underground clubs and dark alleys. He is tough and rough around the edges. There is literally nothing left about him that can be called soft or gentle. He's a well built fighting machine after all.
Aura Code: 9A2EFE, rich purple
Aura Scent: white iris and osmanthus
Ability: cruorkinesis
Age: 22
Kin: Senker Straits (uncle)
Tattoo: small polar bear on his lower right abdomen above the hip
He's been with the Ravenscroft since anyone can remember, probably because he was born and raised in the family. He has no significant story to tell, no real dark secrets to tell, no horrible hardships to talk through. He was an orphan at age six after an uneventful car accident claimed both his parents. He was raised by his four chaotic and rather odd uncles. He has a lot of good memories and fun times with them. One is now dead. One moved to Greece. One switched families. The last and youngest is still in the Ravenscroft alongside Agamemnon, supporting him and encouraging him, being more of a brother and friend than an uncle. A lot of people forget they're uncle and nephew and think of them as big and little brother. He doesn't care either way. He started off in the Ravenscroft as a guard. He did alright in that. It was nothing to write home about, that was for sure. It was a lot of standing around and deterring gutter snipes. Only on occasion did anything ever really bad happen to the family. Most days it was same old routine. But Agamemnon was always known to have a rather quick and violent temper. What better way to let it out than fight? He would fight just about anybody, no matter who they were or where they were from or what they did. And as time progressed, his temper just got worse and worse. A guy could trip over a rock, and Agamemnon would pummel him for being so clumsy. The Ravenscroft eventually had enough of his altercations and having to constantly bail him out when he took his spats into the streets. So they put him to a better use: their fight clubs. At first, Agamemnon was a little too cocky. The fighters merely laughed at his way of bullying people around. Soon as he actually tried something, he was quickly put in his place. Now, after so many years, he has learned a lot. Above all: temper control. While he does get angry, he knows how to channel it into strength rather than let it get the better of him. He's no longer the cocky douche bag he used to be. He's a powerful, controlled fighter who never seems to run out of energy or power. The more he gets beaten, the harder he fights. He is definitely not a person to mess with, now so more than ever. His uncle does not approve of this change of rank, but he sees that Agamemnon is happier than ever, so he keeps his opinions to himself, knowing Agamemnon would be rather upset if he found his uncle did not approve of what he does. He looks up to the man a lot after all. Would probably jump off a building if he told him to.
Agamemnon has a dark power, the power to control blood, or cruorkinesis. But even though he has a potentially evil power, he uses it rarely and only to help others. Not to say he hasn't harmed people with his power, but he would never use it as an offensive measure or for personal gain.
Agamemnon Straits is twenty-two years old. He has shaggy, rich chocolate brown hair with a dark gray sheen to it. He sometimes dies it black or bleaches a shock of it for the fun of it. His eyes are a gleaming, brilliant blue color, bright like the seas of the mediterranean, where he is originally from. He is very muscular of build from his strict regimes and life as a hardened fighter int he underground clubs and dark alleys. He is tough and rough around the edges. There is literally nothing left about him that can be called soft or gentle. He's a well built fighting machine after all.