<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FireAiden_zps841c0083.jpg)</div>Name: Aiden Kendall<br/>Species/Element: Dark Witch - Fire Diety<br/>Wearing: Black leather pants, fingerless leather gloves, black combat boots, black sleeveless shirt<br/>Time: August 1st, around noon<br/>Location: Kendall Manor to Town Square: Outside Cain's Den<br/>Tag: Cali,Open<br/>- Mentioned: Christa, Vincent.<br/><hr/><br/>Aiden turned his head to his sister as she slid in the car. Mising a few inches, that's what she said. That was not why he enjoyed men. He never submitted to a man. No, it was always the man who submitted to him. He liked them because they were sturdy and didn't break as easily as a dainty female. He was not interested in anything more than pleasing himself. So, he also did not need a woman's clingy co-dependant ways. But, more so...it was a thrill, a control, much of which stemmed from his youth. A dark basement and various torture devices flashed through his mind and he shuddered. He was drawn from his haunted thoughts as she mentioned a Christmas card.<br/><br/>He shook his head at Cali, his pet. She was a riot at times.<strong> "I don't think that either of us were on it begin with, love."</strong>He turned his dark eyes out the window as she began to drive, taking them toward the town square. the man that he was going to see had to be a tattoo artist. He would never get a tattoo as long as he lived, and Cali knew the reason why. However, he needed to talk to this man. Aiden could feel, smell their family blood like coursing strongly through him. At least, he thought it was the man. He had never approached him until today, but he had walked by the shop many times and felt it.<br/><br/>Aiden got out of the car as Cali parked, walking to the door with her. He frowned as she pulled on the door and it was locked. So, he leaned against the brick wall with her. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one from the pack and then, he offered the pack to her. He lifted the cigarette to his lips, the end lighting, it would seem on it's own. He took a drag off of it, inhaling the smoke in to his lungs. He removed the cigarette and then exhaled with a sigh.<strong>"Tie her up like the pup she is and put her in a closet?"</strong>He shook his head.<strong><strong>"I don't know yet, Cali. I don't know what I am going to do. I...want my sister back. I want our sister back, but they have her so brain washed..."</strong></strong>He frowned. It really bothered him.<br/><br/>Christa wanted to be like those lights so much, but she was their blood. She was their family. Not that he held much reguard for their mother and father, but that was different. They had created him and then they were trying to control him like some puppet on a string. They were smothering him. When you smother fire, it goes out. If something hadn't been done...he and Christa would both be dead, now.