The clock stood, tall and ever high no matter what the weather. It withstood the worst of storms, and this evening in particular was a test of the old clock's ability to hold itself well. Still, through the rain, thunder, and blistering winds, the seconds ticked by. And on the top of that specific clock tower stood a young man.

He, in appearance, was quite formally dressed, almost completely in white. A pure white. He had the ability to control time, turn it back, and although he didn't do it too often, move it forward. His clear glass monocle he removed with a black glove for a brief moment to clean it off, for the rain had taken its toll on it. He sleeked back his white hair and readjusted the monocle.

"Uck," he muttered under his breath as he reached the top of the tower. "Blasted rain." He was, regrettably to himself, soaking wet. His chains weren't helping to clear off the rain from the rest of his clothing. His snow colored pants had gotten the worst of it. The young man attempted to straighten his collar, and he held some success, though he removed his gloves to better straighten his hair. He just wanted something to go right tonight.

Aeon is this young man's name, and he quite literally, is a keeper of time. He set his weapon to lean on a wall inside the clock tower. He liked living inside this clock tower. It was dry, and it was a way for him to escape. Aeon has a responsibility he wasn't always enthused to keep up with. A keeper of time was given unique powers however those powers, if misused, could turn the entire world into chaos. He had to make sure that anything he did was not going to affect the course of history. Aeon didn't want to effect the future or his own time because of one thing only. Actually, one person. No, not even a person was his sole purpose for such carefulness. The Lord Dracula, a vampire who somehow, no matter who in that Belmont clan destroyed him (or thought they did) for good, he seemed to squirm his way back.

This was an annoyance to Aeon, and he knew that there were plenty of other reasons not to screw up events of past occurrences, but the reminder of Dracula always kept him on his toes. He'd studied multiple historical events just to make sure that when he did go back in time for whatever reason, he knew not to interfere with certain individuals that may become involved with Dracula eventually. Even the mothers of some of the greatest Belmonts he dared not influence.

Today was a different story for Aeon. Nothing had gone as he'd hoped. Not that he'd violated important events or anything, but today just was a downside. What he accomplished in a different time period wasn't as he expected, and he hadn't escaped it without injury, the most noticeable being his wrist. A chain from an opponent had managed to wrap itself around his wrist and the blades attached hadn't been too friendly either. He'd wrapped the wound himself, but the bandage wasn't going to last forever. The second thing that he preferred never happened today was the discovery that his clock blade needed a good sharpening. Sure, it was a small thing, but after slicing through multiple zombies and ghouls, it seemed to be a waste of his precious blade. He'd gotten into a dicey situation, and time travel wasn't his first way out. His energy was down, for time travel consumed much of it.

Well, he thought to himself, at least I'm alive. That was one good thing about tonight. But, what was he alive for? It was even raining outside, which just happened to be another unfortunate occurrence today. He'd finally gained enough energy to time travel, and when he did, he landed right in the middle of a rainstorm. Excellent greeting home from what he'd just been through prior. Besides life, Aeon wanted something, anything else, to be positive.

He checked his watch, reading it was only eight o'clock at night. His trip to another time had been a total of two days, 17 hours and 58 minutes. Not bad, he thought. He'd never liked to be gone through time for more than a week. For one thing, he didn't have many places to sleep. Usually, he'd find a motel or something, but not all time periods had such a thing. This is why Aeon tried to study history before he took a trip. Though not always did the history he studied match the place he'd traveled to.

Aeon sighed, looking out from the tower at the thunder and lightning coming from the sky. Such energy, thought he curiously and fascinated. The forces of nature could catch his eye at times too. As Aeon sat inside the clock tower he was to call his home, he had an idea strike his mind.

He wondered what it would be like to take a trip through time that had nothing to do with his business. What if it was for his amusement and nothing more? As long as he didn't interfere with history too much or alter too many events in significant ways through his once and a while rather rash actions, he could take a trip for the sake of an adventure.

"Perhaps one less violent this time around," he said to himself, creating a small echo from the walls of the clock tower. "Sure, I could get this sharpened, go somewhere drier and maybe have a conversation or two with the commoners." That was something he rarely did, talk to commoners. But really, if he did want anyone to talk to on a trip through time, it almost always was guaranteed to be a commoner. They, after all, had the least influence on history's pathway.

After a rest for another half an hour or so, Aeon took one last glance at the rain outside that was still pouring down pretty harsh. He swung his blade around a few times to get the water off of it, making damn sure that the clock wasn't being affected. Aeon shut his silver pocket watch. He spun his blade's clock at random, not caring where he went to what period in time. As long as it wasn't a year of Dracula, he felt fine about time travel. After analyzing the time his blade told him, and seeing it wasn't a time of Dracula, Aeon took a slice through the air. The clock produced a golden aurora around itself, and Aeon stepped through his new cut in time, waiting to see where his time travel would take him.