Now that I think about it...he does feel a bit Gary Stu-ish...
Spring Time Exploration~!Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: Winter 10
Role: Though he could be considered by most as a homeless, jobless university dropout, Brent considers himself an explorer and a scholar, someone living off the land whilst he continues his goal of studying the supernatural beings that surround Lily of the Valley. Nevertheless, he's no caveman, and spends a sizable amount of time doing part-time work as a jack-of-all-trades freelancer.
Adventuring, Hiking, Backpacking, basically anything that involves going outside and walking.
Supernatural things and magic, anything that has yet to be explained by science.
Writing in his journal, which exists only digitally on a USB plugged into his laptop.
Camping, because that's what real adventuring men do.
Cold showers, which has led him to be quite a common sight at Fiora Falls...much to the chagrin of parents, who shield their children's eyes from the sight of some eccentric, young nudist.
Stews and soups, especially those that are meaty, yet not TOO meaty. His favorite dish is chicken congee, but, alas, he has yet to find someone in Lily Town who could make it.
The Harvest Goddess, because she seems to be one of the few 'gods' left in the world that aren't just mere bystanders.
Fishing. All those hotblooded fishing mangas and documentaries and novels he's read and seen in the past were lying when they described how exhilarating the experience was.
Milk and cheese. Lactose intolerance sorta does that to you. He still drinks three cups of soymilk a day though, and somehow, he still manages to enjoy pizza.
Mainstream music. Probably because he can't stand it when people repeat the same lines six times and calls it a 'chorus'. And because there's no manly music. Interestingly enough, he enjoys some types of rap, and was quite a fan of Linkin Park in the past.
Hot showers. He feels like he's suffocating whenever he takes a steamy bath.
Close-minded assholes in the scientific community, who think that just because it exists as 'myths' means that it can't be real.
The rich 1%. Because he wants them to share all the capital that they have. Q.Q
Brent Roless is vivid, vibrant, vivacious, a person who, to many, feels larger than life. He's a rare type of city-person, one that is overtly emotional and unafraid to reveal what's on his mind. To some, the young man is a contradiction, a person who prides himself in being a 'manly, fearless explorer', yet has no problems with breaking such an image whenever he tears up while watching sad puppy movies. Despite all this though, it should not be taken for granted that Brent is an honest person. He's someone who just does what he wants, a person who, in another age, could have been a famed explorer...or a lawless highwayman. Ultimately, it could be said that he enjoys living in the countryside because he dislikes the laws of society and wishes to do what he must for the sake of himself.
He is dedicated to his tasks, and has the motto of “if I have to do it, might as well have fun”. In that way, Brent's the type of person to climb up mountains with his head raised up high, smiling. He cares little for amassing large amounts of money, adopting the ideology that “the richest spend their money the fastest”. Indeed, he has many sayings that dictate his life, and with a healthy body, a sharp mind, and a pure soul, he's in no rush to achieve any goal. Though Brent is steadfastly devoted to his life-long goal, he'd rather enjoy the journey than try to go for record-breaking speeds. Many of his past employers had been initially confused by this. How could someone who's goofing off so much still get so much done?
He likes things that are interesting, and would rarely mask his enthusiasm. After all, his goal is to change this close-minded, superficial, boring-as-gray world, and he can't do that if he chose to hold back in any manner.
Born in the big city, surrounded by steel and technology, Brent was the second son in a family that was composed of a doctor of a father, a journalist of a mother, and a perfectionist of a brother. In that big house on the top of a suburban hill, his parents slept in separate rooms, and his brother was always kept inside his room or at the library, most likely keeping up with their parent's expectations. And like his brother, Brent was subject to the same type of hard work that was expected of all members of the Roless family. His 'normal' childhood was that of school, tutors, and a twenty-minute scenario in which his family were all in one place, eating dinner. After that, his older brother would retreat back into his room, his father would start his night shift in the hospital, and his mother would go out with her fellow journalists, to de-stress after a busy day of work. A life in which everyone did what they wanted to do by themselves, as long as they did so to further their own careers.
The concept of 'family' and 'community' were things alien to him. He did what he had to do to get ahead of his peers, even as early as elementary school, in order to do what was the norm for those of the Roless family. One had no place at home if they weren't one of the best. And Brent was quite easily one of the best. Talented in sciences and math, all those things that were 'logical', he could have almost been a nerd, if it wasn't for the fact that he was physically adept as well. In a way, he was 'perfect', but in another way, that was simply to be expected from someone of the prestigious Roless family. He skipped a few grades in elementary school and got to high school early, and, naturally, excelled there as well. Though he wasn't as much of a sports ace, his skill with the scientific, the mathematical, and the clear-cut logical only blossomed further. He had many admirers, and many enemies, but no friends. It was hard to befriend someone who was younger than you, yet still superior to you in every aspect. It was harder when that individual made no attempts to hide the fact that he disliked everyone else.
Brent didn't pay any attention to those things though, not until he joined the Literature Club. It was an off-handed decision, made when one dinner with his family had his father mention that it would be nice if he participated in some more cultural clubs. Yet it was in that club that he met an individual. Tellizer was his last name. His first name was constantly in flux, the boy with the goatee always coming up with new nicknames. The oddity in the world that asked Brent a simple, grandiose, cliche question.
“What is the meaning of life, kiddie?”
Brent was logical, scientific and mathematical. Needless to say, he hadn't even considered such a question before. After all, biologically, life was just cells, fulfilling the functions necessary for survival in order to succeed in the basic instinct of reproduction. And yet, that brought out another question.
“Why do we reproduce, then, little genius?”
It was the first time that he experienced such an...interesting challenge, delving into a subject that he had no information about. One year passed in the Literature Club, a year that was actually, honestly, interesting. It was fun, researching things that had no scientific, logical basis. The next year, Tellizer didn't go back to school.
The goateed weirdo had graduated.
But enough of Brent's curiousity was ignited by then. Enough of his inquisitive mind was sculpted. And, in his senior year in high school, he realized the root of his apathy. The world was boring. There was no reason for him to constrain himself to the rules of a family that, according to countless real-life examples and books, was not even a normal one. There was no reason for him to interact with people who only did things to elevate their social position. There was so little reason for him to do what he did, that the pointlessness of it all had numbed him into not even thinking about what he studied before.
Studying what scientists had already discovered did not actually interest him. Doing the same math questions over and over again, just worded differently, did not interest him.
The construction of new knowledge, though, did.
He was sick of what people thought was the logical, the scientific, the mathematical, and the realistic.
Brent wanted to dream.
When he graduated from high school, attaining immediate acceptance to one of the best universities in the country, the boy had accepted. He took a student loan, lived on campus, and promptly spent his time doing anything but studying for his courses. His perfect grades plummeted as he joined as many clubs as he could, experiencing everything new that he had only seen as 'chores' before. And it was in one of those sketchy, borderline-questionable clubs that he found a goal, and a method of achieving such a goal.
In the Occult Club run by a third year who proclaimed herself as a modern-day witch (using money as a catalyst), there was a questionnaire that all new club members had to answer. One of those questions was as follows:
“If you had the choice, would you change the world? Or change yourself?”
Brent wanted to change the world, and he would do it, by finding irreputable proof that the supernatural DID exist, and then German suplex the foundations of thought that the current scientific community exists upon. After five months in the university meant only for elites, he dropped out, packed his bags, and got ready to go off to one of the few areas left in the world that housed the magical, the illogical, the mysterious.
On the platform of the train station, his brother appeared, smiled, and handed Brent a cheque.
Enough money to clear all of the dropout's debts.
“Go and make a difference, bro.”
It wasn't only Brent who sought to pursue his dreams, after all.
A month or so later, an up-and-coming author who shared the same first name as his brother started to be written about on blogging sites and newspaper.
Jack-of-all-trades – Brent had gained a great diversity of (mainly useless) skills during his time in university.
Happy Camper – Because camping is fun! And you have excuses to be whether you want!
1v1 Me IRL, Scrub – Though he's not exactly Mike Tyson or Bruce Lee, he can hold his own in a brawl. And he'll have fun while doing so.
Feed Me Jobs – In order to elevate his status from Camping NEET to just Camping Dude, Brent is pretty good at convincing other people to pay him to do things. Probably helps that he's willing to be paid in food or supplies, instead of cold, hard cash.
Courage the Coward – Like a true man, he's not afraid to show that he's scared of something. He's also not afraid to reach past his fears and do what must be done...granted that he's pushed hard enough.
He keeps a list of fears that he has yet to conquer, constantly updating it with a picture of the moment he DOES conquer such a fear.
Brent, due to his lactose intolerance, also dislikes cows, because they produce such products. Because of that, he sorta gets a funny, unpleasantly happy feeling whenever he eats beef.
He still keeps an e-mail correspondence with his brother, but has blocked every number that his parents could possibly contact him by.
His theme songs are
No Pain, No Game and
Fonte.
