AARON MCMARSHALL ◇ Reprobate

Aaron McMarshall isn’t your typical sniper, and he’s not the type to brag about his abilities, though he has every right to. Despite being blind, Aaron’s senses are honed to a razor’s edge—he can track a target through the subtle vibrations in the air, hear the smallest rustle of fabric, or detect the faintest shift in his environment. His blindness doesn’t limit him. Instead, it’s a tool he’s mastered. In fact, he’s one of the best marksmen the Reprobate has ever known.

To those who know him well, Aaron is an enigma—prickly, often sarcastic, and seemingly distant, he’s hard to get close to. He wears a black blindfold over his pale, pupil-less eyes, a physical marker of his unique condition. Despite his hard exterior, Aaron can warm up to those who manage to break through his walls, and once he does, he’s fiercely loyal. He’s also highly disciplined and professional in his work, often seen as a perfectionist when it comes to his kills. He works alone most of the time, trusting his own judgment over anyone else’s. Though he can be blunt, he does have a dry sense of humor that he occasionally lets slip.

Though he remains quiet about his past, those close to him know that it’s haunted—he doesn’t like to talk about it, but it’s part of who he is. His blindness was the result of a botched job, and ever since, he’s refused to take it lightly. His sense of guilt can drive him to be the best at what he does, but it’s also the source of his prickly demeanor.

Appearance:

Eyes: Pale white, almost glowing in their otherworldliness. He is blind and wears a black blindfold that covers his eyes, a symbol of his condition, but also a testament to how he has adapted to his lack of sight.

Hair: Black, messy, and unkempt, often falling into his face. He doesn’t bother with grooming much. His hair reflects his no-nonsense, rough-around-the-edges attitude.

Build: Lean, wiry, with toned muscles that come from years of physical training and stealth. He’s not bulky, but he’s incredibly agile, able to move quietly and swiftly despite his blindness.

Overall Vibe: He exudes an air of quiet intensity, a presence that’s felt rather than seen. His movements are calculated, precise, but there’s a certain eerie calm about him that makes him seem unsettling to others who don’t know him.

Age: 28

Height: 6’1”

Weight: 175 lbs

Eye Color: Pale white with no pupil, almost angelic. He is blind, and he wears a black blindfold to cover his eyes.

Hair: Black, messy, and tousled, usually falling into his face.

Cock Size: 8.9in (erect)

Aaron isn’t the type to jump into relationships easily, nor is he quick to open up about his deeper desires. His blindness has made him attuned to non-visual sensations, which translates into certain kinks and behaviors when it comes to intimacy. He often enjoys the sensory experience of touch and sound, and finds comfort in being guided, both physically and emotionally. He enjoys the feeling of control that comes from someone else taking the lead, but also likes to maintain a certain level of dominance in specific moments.

Role: Switch Sexuality: (TYPICALLY) Demirose (Demisexual and Demiromantic). Aaron needs to develop a relationship with someone before wanting to date and/or have sex with them. He is also pansexual.

Blindfold Play: Aaron’s natural blindness makes him incredibly attuned to his other senses, so blindfold play isn’t just something he enjoys; it’s something that enhances his intimacy. He feels the world in a deeper way when his other senses are heightened, and being unable to see allows him to lose himself in the moment.

Sensory Overload: He’s drawn to heightened sensory experiences, whether it’s through touch, sound, or scent. He often enjoys intimate encounters that engage all of his senses, especially if it allows him to rely on his partner’s guidance.

Control Dynamics: While Aaron is usually more reserved, he does have a dominant streak. He enjoys controlling the rhythm of the interaction, making sure everything is executed to perfection, but he can also let go when he trusts someone to take the lead.

Softness in Dominance: His dominant side isn’t loud or forceful; it’s more of a subtle command, where his partner understands his needs without much spoken word. There’s a gentleness in his dominance, a careful push and pull where Aaron creates an intimate space for both him and his partner.

Sensual Restraint: Given his reliance on touch and sound, Aaron enjoys being restrained in a way that enhances the sensations he’s already attuned to. Rope, soft fabrics, or even being held still in certain ways heightens his awareness and builds trust with his partner.

Trust in Silence: One of Aaron’s deeper sexual tendencies is his trust in silence—he’s often aroused by the stillness, the quiet moments where communication can be made through touch alone. Silence allows him to be more aware, more vulnerable, and more present.

BACKSTORY

Aaron McMarshall’s early years were a blur of chaotic silence and unrelenting expectation. Born into a family steeped in military history, the McMarshall name carried a certain weight. His father, a decorated sniper in a covert military unit, had high hopes for his son. From a young age, Aaron was trained not just in the basics of physical endurance but also in the art of war, stealth, and precision—skills that would mold him into the deadly assassin he would eventually become.

His father, however, was a ghost in his life. Cold, distant, and consumed by the very thing he had trained his son for, Aaron often felt more like an afterthought than the heir to his father’s legacy. His father’s emotional neglect would carry through Aaron’s childhood, the silence between them growing into a void that Aaron learned to fill with ambition and a desire to be the best. But despite the physical training, Aaron always felt the gnawing emptiness of longing for his father’s attention, his approval. Instead of comforting words, he was met with cold expectations.

By the time Aaron was in his mid-teens, his father had grown even more distant, having retired from active duty and instead became a private contractor for mercenary groups, involved in high-profile assassinations. That was when Aaron began taking his father’s lessons into his own hands, striking out on his own and proving his worth as a marksman. It wasn’t just about doing the job; it was about surpassing every standard, every expectation placed upon him, and becoming the perfect sniper. By the age of 21, Aaron had already established himself as one of the most skilled and deadly snipers in the underground world, working freelance for various organizations and leaving no room for error.

But it wasn’t until an operation in a foreign country—an assassination of a high-ranking politician—that his world came crashing down.

The job seemed routine at first. A high-profile target had been identified, a corrupt politician with ties to a string of illicit organizations. Aaron was contracted by an anonymous buyer to take the target out from a long distance, from the shadows. As always, he was meticulously prepared. Every detail, every angle was calculated. It was supposed to be a clean shot—his target would never know what hit him. But things went horribly wrong.

Aaron was deployed to an abandoned building, a perfect sniper's nest, overlooking a busy marketplace where his target would be making an appearance. The plan was to stay unseen, remain calm, and take the shot when the target was positioned in the sweet spot. However, the operation wasn’t as smooth as it should have been. There had been an unspoken tension, an unpredicted shift in the wind, a small misstep. An unexpected secondary target appeared—another individual, whose presence disrupted the carefully orchestrated chaos Aaron had come to rely on.

It was in those crucial moments of uncertainty that Aaron’s blindness came to be.

Aaron fired his first shot, but it wasn’t clean. The second target—a guard in the area—had positioned himself in a way that broke the line of sight. In that split second, the shot that should have been perfect missed by inches. A loud sound erupted from the guard’s weapon as he returned fire in the chaos that followed. Aaron, despite his usual calm, was temporarily disoriented, trying to re-establish a position, trying to find his mark again. But then came the explosion.

A single bullet, a ricochet, or perhaps a blast from the compound's defenses—Aaron couldn’t be sure—but everything around him went white-hot. A brutal, searing pain shot through his skull as debris from the blast sent him into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in total darkness, but it wasn’t the kind of darkness he had been used to. His vision, once sharp as a hawk’s, was now nothing but a swirling mass of empty void. He could no longer make out shapes, faces, or targets. His eyes, once clear and deadly, were now a pale, ghostly white, completely blind.

What should have been a clean, efficient mission turned into a failure, and Aaron’s world crumbled. It wasn’t just the loss of his vision—it was the realization that something inside him had broken. The mission had failed, and for the first time in his life, Aaron was faced with an undeniable truth: he had become a liability. A skilled marksman, but now a man dependent on senses that had once been so sharp.

Aaron spent the next several months in isolation, trying to come to terms with his new reality. He was no longer the hunter; he had become the prey. He could hear the whispers about his failure, the mocking words from the mercenary circles, his name no longer carrying the weight it once did. His reputation was tarnished, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t escape the guilt.

But it was also during this time that he began to rediscover his other senses. He learned how to listen, how to feel the vibrations in the air, how to judge the smallest movements in his environment. His body had adapted to the blindness, and over time, Aaron realized that, even without sight, he could still be deadly—perhaps even more so. The world wasn’t as he remembered it, but he could still navigate it.

His path led him to the Reprobate. He had heard whispers about them—an organization that dealt in high-profile assassinations, espionage, and anything that required precision and discretion. A place where he could sharpen his skills, hone his instincts, and prove that even without sight, he was still the best.

The Reprobate accepted him, not just as a sniper, but as a deadly force in his own right. They trained him to rely on his senses in ways he had never imagined, teaching him to work with his blindness, to make it a strength instead of a weakness.

Now, Aaron is one of the most feared and respected members of the Reprobate—a ghost in the night, a shadow that strikes without warning. His blindness has become his trademark, a symbol of how far he’s come and how far he’ll go to achieve perfection.