Statistics

Aesthetic: Awesome

Age: 25 (Season One)

Alignment: Enactor

Badge: Explosion

Color Type: Red

Debut: Don’t Ask

Effects: Bada Boom (Aaron throws an explosive punch); Chaos Dunk (Aaron knocks the opponent out of the sky with a burning upper arm); Red Card (Aaron body checks the opponent); Heat Stamp (Aaron hops several feet in the air and crashes down)

Extra Forms: Hardboiled (Aaron exerts himself, turning a superheated bright red)

Family: Rosalinda Chesterson (Grandmother); Edward Chesterson (Brother)

Standout Features: Bald, oblong eyes, vest.

Rank: A- (Main Character)

Character Inspirations

Aaron’s facial structure is inspired by Tyler of Total Drama, but I don’t have that kind of space.

Development

Aaron’s initial design was a completely different beast. He was a cerise/burgundy color and looked far more intimidating, his concept being a huge, menacing looking guy who was actually fairly chill and introspective. The general gist of his character was reused for Brick, who still looks completely different from him.

By the time he actually appeared in Rough Sketch, Barry/Aaron had a drastically different execution as a guy who looked physically imposing but was actually kind of a doofus. He’d gone far from his original idea, but I liked the character so much I turned him to a more recognizable maroon shade and initially renamed him Rooney. Despite now being a literal maroon, he’s far smarter and more adept than his bumbling RS incarnation.

“So, what am I?” he asks, voice raw.

His body hurt in more ways than he can count, the IV drip the only thing keeping him almost coherent. The doctor looks over a screen, making him question if his question was heard. He opens his mouth to ask again, perchance louder. The doctor holds up a hand, silencing him.

“Technically, you are still the same simple minded Agent you were before,” he answers, almost like he was talking to a puppy. “Just one with a few little tweaks and modifications.”

“Am I an android now?” he asks.

“No, you still have plenty of,” he seems to hold back a retch. “Organic components.” He hmms. “If we have to get technical, you are a cyborg now.” He waved his hand in the air. “I wouldn’t even bother try and explain it all if you weren’t drugged up.”

He sits in the lone chair, backwards, arms crossed on the back of the chair so he can rest his chin on something softer than hospital plastic. Can that man do anything normal? It would be almost comical if he wasn’t having a crisis.

“You are still the same Agent to me Stone,” he growls. “You think some government lackey was in charge of your” he gestures at him as a whole. “Operations. Fat chance I would let anybody near such a delicate operation.” 

The doctor reaches over and he flinches before he realises the doctor is simply brushing his hair from his face. It was almost comforting, damn right tender the way he was holding his face in his gloved hand.

“Why are you being so,” he swallows thickly. “Nice to me?”

“Because you won’t remember any of it,” the doctor announces with a free hand. He gestures at the IV drip. “Special blend will wipe this all away in the morning.”