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Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Wyatt Hawthorne

| Nickname |

Wyatt

| Age |

22

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Racial Orientation |

American, Born and raised in Texas

| History

Wyatt was born in a small town in rural Texas, his father, was very much “new magic,” although many a night after heavy drinking his father would frequently claim that his father, Wyatt’s grandfather, was a bastard of Aleister Crowley conceived during ritual sex magic. His father was a compulsive liar so Wyatt very much doubts any validity to that statement. His mother’s family is “old magic” but disowned his mother after her engagement. His father, who legally had his name changed to Magnus, while charismatic was also extremely manipulative with a violent streak. His mother, Laura, was a kind women who, when he was very young he remembered as being free-spirited and full of joy, but the older he got the more and more he could see these qualities being drained from her.

During his early childhood, they were poor but his father very quickly became successful, seem to have a knack for business and investing. As their wealth grew they moved frequently and his father often made time to teach young Wyatt magic. His lessons were strict and his preferred methods of discipline were generally violent. Wyatt was thirteen when an order of powerful witches and warlocks came for his father, who had been using the darkest of magic in order to further his wealth and power. His father’s ability to practice magic was bound and he was turned into the more mundane authorities. To the non-magical community, Magnus Hawthorne was known as The Satanic Ripper, a now infamous serial killer who during his trial would engage in long rants about his magical abilities, while those who practice magic knew him as one who broke every sacred law of magic and who could’ve put the entire community in danger.

The Hawthorne’s money was gone before the year was over and the state of Texas would go on to execute his father. Before the verdict was even given Wyatt and his mother moved to Austin to get away and for the first time darkness did not follow them. His mother returned to her maiden name to avoid recognition but Wyatt kept him, refusing to let himself feel shamed by what his father did, planning to one day have his name be connected to bringing goodness and light into the world rather than darkness and cruelty. His mother worked hard to provide as a cook but made the choice not to use true magic any longer, although she did do fake tarot readings and such at carnivals and festivals. His mother also forbids magic in their home, Wyatt practiced exclusively in secret, teaching himself when he could.

His mother died the year before he applied to Raindale, liver failure after a life of trying to drink away the memory of Magnus. Her family didn’t come to the funeral, would not help out financially, and refuse to have any contact with Wyatt due to what they see as his association with darkness. It bothers him much more than he likes and part of his need to prove himself as both a capable Warlock and a good man comes from their refusal to see him as anything more than the son of a monster and as a way to honor his mother by replacing the wrongs associated with his family with something right.

| Personality

Kind-Outgoing-Patient-Bold
Proud-Impulsive-Naïve-Stubborn

| Likes

-Hot, sunny days
-Food, especially spicy food, seafood, or a nice rare steak
-Nature
-Loud music
-Marijuana

| Dislikes

-Alcohol
-Cold weather
-Any mention of his father, especially being told he looks like him
-Magic used for power or selfishness
-Anger or violence

| Hobbies

A joker, smoker, and a midnight toker; he enjoys relaxing with a cigarette or something on the greener side and doesn’t take much too seriously, having had enough heavy stuff happen early on Wyatt likes to keep life light and fun. He enjoys live music, parties, and a good bonfire.

| Fears

His past and impulsive nature cause him to worry about how susceptible he may be to the dark side, he doesn’t want to turn out bad the way so many people expect him too and thus stays away from anything he views as potentially dangerous magic. Also clowns and old dolls because they’re just extremely creepy.

| Dreams

To become someone who is recognized, in a positive light, for who he is and not for who his father was. To be able to say his name with pride and to know he has to lead a good life and put something good back into the world.

| Year

2nd

| Classes

First year he took summoning, potions, and cleansing. This year he’s on to mythical creatures, herbology, elemental magic, and soul restoration.

| Specialization

Wyatt’s not certain he’s found exactly what he’s gifted in due to how strongly he shies away from power and also finds his broad interests and eagerness to learn to distract him from focusing on one thing for too long. Right now his interest is leaning towards healing magic, the thought of helping people is appealing. He is also very excited for mythical creatures classes.

| Strengths

Wyatt’s kind and outgoing nature make him skilled at connecting with people, his dedication to things, even ones he finds difficult to learn to make him a decent student despite most of his pre-Raindale experience being self-taught. He also has a strong moral compass, even though he frequently doubts his nature, making it difficult to stray him from his path.

| Weakness

His deep fear of power and its corrupting influence puts a self-imposed limit on what he can accomplish. He also has a deep-seated need to please people and for them to like him. Wyatt is prone to self-doubt and general mopey-ness when people don’t like him.

| Familiar

Clyde, a tri-colored Treeing Walker Coonhound who is missing his right eye. Wyatt found him a few years back chained up in a yard, looking emaciated, on a hot Texas day without a shelter or water bowl in sight. It was like the dog was calling out for him, so, he took the dog home and they formed a powerful bond. Their agreement is pretty simple, after using a great deal of his own magic and energy to heal the dog, Wyatt now feeds and cares for Clyde and in turn, Clyde acts as his familiar. Clyde being a fairly lazy hound dog is known only to move quickly when there is food unattended or something worthy of a chase. His baying can often be heard around campus in the spring and Wyatt is often stuck apologizing for the food his dog has stolen. Clyde’s hobbies, besides thievin’, include long sun naps and alternating between looking incredibly judgmental or innocent of any possible wrongdoing that may have recently occurred.

Clyde

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Wyatt Hawthorne

| Nickname |

Wyatt

| Age |

22

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Racial Orientation |

American, Born and raised in Texas

| History

Wyatt was born in a small town in rural Texas, his father, was very much “new magic,” although many a night after heavy drinking his father would frequently claim that his father, Wyatt’s grandfather, was a bastard of Aleister Crowley conceived during ritual sex magic. His father was a compulsive lair so Wyatt very much doubts any validity to that statement. His mother’s family is “old magic” but disowned his mother after her engagement. His father, who legally had his name changed to Magnus, while charismatic was also extremely manipulative with a violent streak. His mother, Laura, was a kind women who, when he was very young he remembered as being free spirited and full of joy, but the older he got the more and more he could see these qualities being drained from her.

During his early childhood they were poor but his father very quickly became successful, seeming to have a knack for business and investing. As their wealth grew they moved frequently and his father often made time to teach young Wyatt magic. His lessons were strict and his preferred methods of discipline were generally violent. Wyatt was thirteen when an order of powerful witches and warlocks came for his father, who had been using the darkest of magics in order to further his wealth and power. His father’s ability to practice magic was bound and he was turned into the more mundane authorities. To the non-magical community Magnus Hawthorne was known as The Satanic Ripper, a now infamous serial killer who during his trial would engage in long rants about his magical abilities, while those who practice magic knew him as one who broke every scared law of magic and who could’ve put the entire community in danger.

The Hawthorne’s money was gone before the year was over and the state of Texas would go on to execute his father. Before the verdict was even given Wyatt and his mother moved to Austin to get away and for the first time darkness did not follow them. His mother returned to her maiden name to avoid recognition but Wyatt kept his, refusing to let him self feel shamed by what his father did, planning to one day have his name be connected to bringing goodness and light into the world rather than darkness and cruelty. His mother worked hard to provide as a cook but made the choice not use true magic any longer, although she did do fake tarot readings and such at carnivals and festivals. His mother also forbid magic in their home, Wyatt practiced exclusively in secret, teaching himself when he could.

His mother died the year before he applied to Raindale, liver failure after a life of trying to drink away the memory of Magnus. Her family didn’t come to the funeral, would not help out financially, and refuse to have any contact with Wyatt due to what they see as his association with darkness. It bothers him much more than he likes and part of his need to prove himself as both a capable Warlock and a good man comes from their refusal to see him as anything more than the son of a monster and as a way to honor his mother by replacing the wrongs associated with his family with something right.

| Personality

Kind-Outgoing-Patient-Bold
Proud-Impulsive-Naïve-Stubborn

| Likes

-Hot, sunny days
-Food, especially spicy food, seafood, or a nice rare steak
-Nature
-Loud music
-Marijuana

| Dislikes

-Alcohol
-Cold weather
-Any mention of his father, especially being told he looks like him
-Magic used for power or selfishness
-Anger or violence

| Hobbies

A joker, smoker, and a midnight toker; he enjoys relaxing with a cigarette or something on the greener side and doesn’t take much too seriously, having had enough heavy stuff happen early on Wyatt likes to keep life light and fun. He enjoys live music, parties, and a good bonfire.

| Fears

His past and impulsive nature cause him to worry about how susceptible he may be to the dark side, he doesn’t want to turn out bad the way so many people expect him too and thus stays away from anything he views as potentially dangerous magic. Also clowns and old dolls because they’re just extremely creepy.

| Dreams

To become someone whose recognized, in a positive light, for who he is and not for who his father was. To be able to say his name with pride and to know he has lead a good life and put something good back into the world.

| Year

2nd

| Classes

First year he took summoning, potions, and cleansing. This year he’s on to mythical creatures, herbology, elemental magic, and soul restoration.

| Specialization

Wyatt’s not certain he’s found exactly what he’s gifted in due to how strongly he shys away from power and also finds his broad interests and eagerness to learn distracts him from focusing on one thing for too long. Right now his interest is leaning towards healing magic, the thought of helping people is appealing. He is also very excited for mythical creatures classes.

| Strengths

Wyatt’s kind and outgoing nature make him skilled at connecting with people, his dedication to things, even ones he finds difficult to learn make him a descent student despite most of his pre-Raindale experience being self-taught. He also has a strong moral compass, even though he frequently doubts his nature, making it difficult to stray him from his path.

| Weakness

His deep fear of power and its corrupting influence puts a self-imposed limit on what he can accomplish. He also has a deep-seated need to please people and for them to like him. Wyatt is prone to self-doubt and general mopey-ness when people don’t like him.

| Familiar

Clyde, a tri-colored Treeing Walker Coonhound who is missing his right eye. Wyatt found him a few years back chained up in yard, looking emaciated, on a hot Texas day without a shelter or water bowl in sight. It was like the dog was calling out for him, so, he took the dog home and they formed a powerful bond. Their agreement is pretty simple, after using a great deal of his own magic and energy to heal the dog, Wyatt now feeds and cares for Clyde and in turn Clyde acts as his familiar. Clyde being a fairly lazy hound dog is known only to move quickly when there is food unattended or something worthy of a chase. His baying can often be heard around campus in the spring and Wyatt is often stuck apologizing for the food his dog has stolen. Clyde’s hobbies, besides thievin’, include long sun naps and alternating between looking incredibly judgmental or innocent of any possible wrong doing that may have recently occurred.

Clyde

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt studied the map handed to him by Father Luca, three spots marked where victims had been found, and a triangle over acres of woods and railroad tracks. Seemed like a likely place a vampire to hide, a weird stranger staying in town just as people started dying would probably draw a lot more attention. His experience with small towns was that it was hard to fly under the radar, there was nothing to do but gossip so anyone new or who didn’t fit in generally became the main subject of said gossip. It usually made hunting in small towns much easier.

“Excellent, Father, I think this is a great place to start.” He said showing the map to Nicole and Lilith. He was more than happy to start their hunt in the woods, it was way less suspicious to see strangers with knives, bows, and guns in the woods than around town and without knowing for sure what they were dealing with here the more weapons they could have the better. Plus he always felt more at home in the woods than he did around civilization, even if it was just a small town. “Shall we head to the woods and see if we can track anything, or I can go alone if there’s other leads you want to follow up on in town?” He offered, addressing the two other hunters.

Vinehurst High

Brody wasn’t fazed by the fact that Kurt seemed unimpressed by his jokes, he kept near the guy and made sure they made it to the bathroom. Of course, on the way there they passed by Hannah “two faced” Franklin. Okay so that wasn’t her actual nickname but it was what Brody thought of anytime he saw her. She put on the most insincere performance as she coed about Kurt and how she may just faint at the sight of blood. Brody offered her the single finger salute as she winked at him, paired with a sarcastic grin. Irene mentioned something about Hannah having a problem with her, “Even though we go to school with a guy totally named Lucifer, I’m pretty sure she’s the actually Satan.” Brody joked, as the paused by the bathroom which was currently closed for cleaning. Brody moved the sign out of the way while Irene offered Kurt something to drink and some applesauce. He smiled a little, it was nice to know some people in this school were still kind, offering their lunch to a guy she barely knew.

“Hey thanks for helping us out, you’re really awesome. Um, maybe I could buy your lunch today, since it looks like you’ve given Kurt the good parts. I think it’s chicken finger day which is usually pretty okay as far as the café’ goes, and you could sit with us, if you want to, you don’t have to though.” Brody rambled on to Irene, kind of nervously, as he lost focus on Kurt once again. Whatever Kurt now had a drink and some applesauce so it wasn’t like his situation was all that dire. Brody hadn’t had a lot of chances to talk to Irene, he had wanted to but she always seemed busy with art or something and he didn’t really know what to say. He then felt his ears turn red as he thought about how awkward he probably sounded and he glanced back at Kurt. “We should probably get moving before the bell rings.” He said as he quickly helped Kurt into a room where Irene wouldn’t be following.

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

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Vinehurst High

Brody helped Kurt to his feet and nodded at his request not to involve the nurse. Out of a hallway full of people only one other person had come over to help Kurt, Irene, a girl he recognized from art. He recognized her because last year he had spent more time noticing her than actually working on whatever he was supposed to be doing in class. She was wicked talented, while Brody could barely manage to draw a stick figure, and he was always impressed with people who could create something beautiful from the most basic of supplies. For a split second, he forgot about Kurt, and the geyser of blood that had been flowing from his nose, and only noticed the attractive redhead offering to help them, usually girls avoided them in an attempt to not catch the weird.

He snapped back to attention when he heard Sol shout Kurt’s name. Oh right, Kurt, the guy that’s bleeding and about to pass out. We should probably focus on that. He thought as Sol started to freak out and then run off to find something for Kurt to drink before the guy passed out. He nodded to Sol when he asked if Kurt was gonna be okay, it was just a bloody nose after all, chances of survival were very high. “Of course, he’s gonna be fine. He added insuring those around him. He glanced back at the very pale Kurt. “No worries bro, Sol’s gonna get you 500cc’s of Mountain Dew, stat, we can save you, we have the technology.” He assured his friend in his most dramatic voice. He kept close to Kurt just in case he did actually pass out, that way he could at least make sure he didn’t hit his head too hard or anything.

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt couldn’t help but silently agree with Father Luca not being much use at vampire hunting. He thought it was strange that Nicole didn’t want any biscuits, who didn’t appreciate a free meal. Wyatt helped himself to the still warm and flaky biscuits the good Father had been kind enough to provide. He chewed as he listened to the others talk. Nicole seemed to be in a rush to be out of the church, a place that did make some people uncomfortable, and he wondered what the rush was, it was still light out so they likely weren’t going to make much headway on the vampire tracking until night. Whatever, he figured that was her own business, there were some people out there whose entire lives didn’t revolve around hunting after all. He could vaguely remember what that was like to think about something other than killing monsters. He thought back to a time when the highlight of his day wasn’t free bred in a dusty old room.

No point in dwelling on the past now though, for now he had to focus on the hunt. He quickly swallowed the remains of biscuit he had in his mouth. “I guess it’d be helpful if you could tell us anything about the victims and where they were found. Maybe we could establish a pattern, a certain part of town the thing prefers to hunt at or what kind of person it tends to go after, anything you can think of to help us track the thing or even some incidental details that might have struck you as odd.” Wyatt asked the priest, hoping for a bit more to go on than a vampire in town, the quicker they stopped this thing the better. After he spoke he popped another half a biscuit in his mouth, it had been a while since he’d had hot food.

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Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Seb ([dragonbutts])

Bas was like a frustrated cat, he hated being cooped up inside with nothing to do. He was restless and agitated; he wanted to hunt something, even if it wasn’t human. Unfortunately, unless he was craving rats from the basement, there was nothing to hunt in the manor. Waiting for anything, especially for the night, wasn’t exactly his strong suit, so to the pass the time he had to find something to do. Although Kyle was a cool guy he was somewhat predictable which made Bas lose interest in him fairly quickly, and Marianne was always going on about art and stuff he was barely interested in, and most of the rest of the coven was either out, missing, or refused to put up with his antics. The only option left for entertainment was the new vamp, Seb.

Seb was like a shiny new toy, Bas had yet to figure him out completely, he’d yet to figure out how to make him lose his cool so he was not yet predictable. Bas’s new game was to figure out the best ways to both manipulate and aggravate him, and eventually he would solve that puzzle and need a new form of entertainment. For now, though the name of the game was instigation and it seemed that noisily rummaging through the study had barely earned him a look of annoyance; Bas welcomed a more difficult challenge. So far Seb had proven to be about as lively as a god damn statue, and statues were boring. Bas’s challenge to himself was to see if he could get the guy to liven up some before nightfall.

“Nothing, huh?” Bas said in response as he picked up a decanter of scotch, scotch that was old by human standards but still young in comparison to the vampires in the room. Bas pour two glasses of the amber liquid. “Doesn’t look like nothin’, what it looks like is brooding. And fucking Christ on a cracker man that’s like vampire cliche number one.” He added as he place on of the glasses of scotch by Seb. Bas took a swig of his own glass and for a second he missed the warmth a strong drink used to give him. “You’re old as shit and all so I’m guessing you’ve forgotten how to have fun, or maybe you’ve never knew how to have fun in the first place, I don’t know. What I do know is that sitting in some dusty old room all day is gonna make you wanna go sunbathing. So instead of spending the day gloomin’ about…” Bas paused dramatically and took a second to finish the scotch in his glass before continuing. “You wanna play Mario Kart?” Bas asked, picking a game that had causedveven the coolest of heads lose their tempers.

Vinehurst High

Brody slept like the dead, the sound of his alarm beeping obnoxiously failed to stir him. It wasn’t until the sound of his father, fist banging against his door and slurred voice shouting at him, that he finally rose.

“Boy, you shut that damn thing off or I swear to god-” His old man yelled, he jiggled the door knob but Brody always slept with his door locked; after you get woken up with a kick to the ribs a few times you learn. When the door didn’t open, the man knocked louder.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s off.” Brody said, frantically turning off the clock radio that sat on the floor next to his mattress. He heard his old man grumble something and shuffle off. He got up and rummaged through the clothes piles in his room, searching for the clean pile. He grabbed some clothes, his shoes, and backpack and threw them near his bed. He unlocked his door and peaked out of his room, the old man had passed back out in his own room which meant he was safe to use the bathroom without any more unpleasant encounters.

After a shower, he returned to his room and got ready for school. Everything but his shoes, socks, and boxers were from the thrift store; faded jeans with naturally occurring ripped up knees that was just a bit too big and too long for him, an old, faded, Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a red flannel shirt. His shoes, black and gray Etnies, had seen better days, but he’d keep wearing them until they literally fell apart. He grabbed his wallet and phone and shoved them into his pockets and threw his backpack over his shoulder. Before he left the house, he threw on a snapback and grabbed one of his boards,

As soon as he was outside his wheels hit the pavement; skating was his preferred method of getting around although to make it to school on time meant catching a bus for part of the way. Before heading to the bus stop he stooped at one of the corner stores for a red bull, a cheap sleeve of donuts, and a pack of Camel Blue’s; the guy at the corner store never asked for ID. At the bus stop he ate the white powdered donuts, drank the red bull, and smoked a cigarette while waiting. He flicked the almost finished cigarette into the street just as the bus pulled up.

He got off the bus after a few stops and skated the rest of the way to school. He made to the campus just in time to see Sol catch some air only to earn a lecture from Mr. Kovacs. In his opinion, Kovacs was a total douche, last year he had literally told Brody that ‘if he caught him using school grounds as his personal half pipe he’d put his board in a wood chipped,’ like what a jackass. He said nothing to the nerds who rode their bikes to school but was always picking on the skaters. But, since today his target seemed to be Sol, Brody rolled past him giving the man’s back the finger and sticking his tongue out as he passed, and hoping Sol saw him do it.

Upon reaching the front door he pushes down on the tail of the board until and turns toward the door stopping quickly, Brody then steps off and gives the tail of his board a quick pop and catches the front truck in his hand. He headed towards his locker but before he made it there he noticed a small crowd had formed in the hall. They were like sharks that smelled blood, and it usually meant one thing, a fight. When he got closer however it seemed like he had missed all the action and found Kurt slumped down by some lockers with a freshly bloody nose. Brody approached and sat next to Kurt and sat his board on his other side.

“Man you couldn’t even make it to homeroom without startin’ a fight. I’m not mad bro, just, like, disappointed. Mostly that you didn’t wait for me and, hey man, you should pinch your nose and lean forward, you look anemic enough as it.” Brody teased his friend as he leaned against the cool lockers, noticing that he looked a bit paler than usual. Man, for a guy who looked like the wind could blow him away he certainly had a talent for finding trouble. Brody liked that, Kurt was scrappy like an alley cat, never doing what was in his best interest. They had a more than a few things in common besides shitty dads which was probably why they got along pretty well.

“Whatcha think, Skellington, you need an escort to the nurse? She’s always hooking me up with apple juice and ice packs. Or you know we could plot, like, sweet, sweet, revenge on our enemies.” Bordy kept rambling on, Kurt looked like he might pass out so he was hoping to give him something to focus on.

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt laughed a little and shook his head at Lilith’s reply, seemed like she just couldn’t help swearing in the church. Luckily it didn’t seem to bother Father Luca and if there was any kind of higher power in the world he hoped it would be enlightened enough to care more about someone sacrificing their own life and happiness to save others and fight evil more than they would care about what one said in a church. He followed the others from the main part of the church into a smaller room, one designated by the Father as their meeting place, discussing vampires out in the open wasn’t always smart. As he followed Father Luca he also noticed the bags of food, was that biscuits?, that he carried with him. His stomach growled fairly audibly at the thought of hot food. He sat in the row behind Lilith, the proper way, he always felt like a certain about of professionalism was expected of him, an idea instilled in him by his father and the older more traditional group he tended to hunt with. Although it was nice to have someone around who brought a more relaxed energy like Lilith did.

Out of respect for Father Luca, and the position that he held, Wyatt tried to give the man his full attention as he explained the situation his town and community were in. But his attention kept shifting to, what for him, was the most heavenly thing in the whole building; the aroma cascading from the bags Father Luca held. True it was tragic that Father Walter was missing and likely dead but that was the fate that awaited most who spent their time battling actual demons. He didn’t want to bring up the delicious food he knew the bags contained right after Luca’s news about his probably deceased mentor but it was the thing his mind and eyes kept drifting towards. Luckily Lilith broke the silence, immediately assuring Father Luca that this would all be ‘easy peasy.’ While Wyatt wasn’t religious he was superstitious and she had, mostly likely, doomed them all. Whatever was going on in this town he now doubted it was going to go smoothly.

“Ranger huh? Does that make you the barbarian or the wizard” He joked back at Lilith. “You have my word, Father, that we’ll do all we can to stop this evil.” He added, standing intently. He was relieved that Luca had brought up the subject of payment on his own, it was always awkward to bring up but necessary; doing this for free was unsustainable although he only accepted payment after the job was completed. His attention then turned back to the bags of food. “So uh, are you just really hungry or were you looking to break bread with us.” He asked, gesturing to the food the Father had been carrying around and had seemingly forgotten about.

Vinehurst High

Brody Sullivan

Theme Song:Here's to Life - Streetlight Manifesto
"And I don't know much, but I do know this: With a golden heart comes a rebel fist. But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit."

Name: Brody Keegen Sullivan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Role: Skater/Stoner


Appearance:
Brody stands at about 5’9 with an athletic build although he hides his physicality under loose fitting clothing. His skin is tanned both from spending a good amount of time outdoors and a refusal to put on sun screen, like ever. His shaggy brown hair is a wild mop that’s almost always hidden under a hat and seems to be almost untamable. His eyes are bright blue and he’s got big broad smile. He’s got a few scars, one along his left forearm from a bad break, another over his right eyebrow from a gnarly wipeout, and has broken quite a few bones in his time, a cast of some kind seems to be almost an accessory for him. As for clothing, he shops almost exclusively at thrift stores, and a lot of times goes to ones in the nicer part of town to find better stuff. He prefers jeans, usually a little loose fitting; it can be hard to always find your exact size when you only buy second hand, t-shirts, and hoodies. As for accessories, other than casts and injuries, he’s almost always in a hat and with a skateboard.


Personality:
“The saddest people smile the brightest.” -Author Unknown. Words that can kind of sum up Brody. As a man who has gone through a lot in his short time he manages to always look on the bright side; as long as he’s still alive there’s always a chance for things to get better. He’s no quitter; hard work and perseverance have gotten him far in life, and he’s more than willing to put his all into something he cares about. He doesn’t take shit, and won’t stand by and watch others take it either; Brody is more than willing to stand up for anyone he sees getting bullied even if it means taking a beating, he has, after all, been through worse. He won’t hesitate to back a friend up in a fight either. Although he hates to admit that he has that side to him, Brody likes to fight and he has a quick temper. His willingness to resort to violence sometimes worries him, mostly that he’ll be like his father and ending up like him is his biggest fear.

Overall at school he seems happy go lucky, he likes to joke around and have a good time. Brody never appears to take anything other than skating seriously. He doesn’t care to burden others with his problems, and can’t stand being the guest of honor at a pity party. He plays everything off like it’s no big deal, he keeps a lot of things bottled up and generally has a very unhealthy way of dealing with life. Growing up he was deprived of attention a lot, which lead to him absolutely craving it, he’s willing to do almost anything for attention from his peers, even if it’s dangerous or makes him look stupid, it’s better than nothing. This tendency can lead to him coming off as annoying or immature to those around him.

He's never been comfortable completely letting his guard down with anyone, a lot of people have let him down in his life and so keeping people just far away enough that it’s okay to lose them just makes sense to him. He doesn’t often give second chances to those who’ve let him down and doesn’t trust anyone lightly. Questioning authority is basically a reflex for him at this point, adults have always failed him and trouble is attention. He hates being treated like he’s stupid. He hates anyone who grew up too easy, rich kids, seeing them as spoiled and entitled. He hates anyone who he sees as a bully. While he tries to be a good person, stand up for those who need it, ultimately he has a lot of hate and anger in him and fighting or skating seems to be the only release for that.


History:
“I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth!” -The Who (Substitute). Words that Brody can certainly relate too, growing up in one of the poorer areas of the city and raised by an alcoholic father, and a depressed, and pill addict mother, didn’t give him the easiest of upbringings. His mother worked as waitress, she was rarely home before his bedtime and saw her for maybe an hour a day if he was lucky. His father was constantly losing jobs mainly because of his heavy drinking. As a kid, he was always starving for attention, trying so hard for his parents to notice him at all but they were either too busy or too fucked up on something. He ended up spending a lot of time with his older cousin Zack who was a bit of a skate punk himself. Zack bought him his first skateboard when he was six and taught him everything he knew and it wasn’t long before a young Brody was out-skating kids twice his age.

His life changed when he was twelve, found his mom hanging in the bathroom overdosed on pills. He’s more than certain it was intentional; she’d taken way too many for it to have been accidental and she’d been gone far too long for the paramedics to do anything. He does feel guilty about how long it took him too call 911, but he’d been frozen in shock for a long while at the sight of his mother, blue, and lying lifeless on the bathroom floor. His dad blames him, he waited too long, if he hadn’t been such an idiot they could’ve brought her back and sometimes he really believes that. His dad got worse after that, drank more, got violent, and normally took out his anger on Brody whose hospital visits were often assumed to be from skateboarding.

Brody was a scrawny weird kid, picked on all the time for being poor, being weird, and for because back then he was just such an easy target. Eventually it inspired him to work out, he was going to make sure he wasn’t such an easy target, that he would be capable to fight back, against bullies and his father. By the time he reached high school Brody was capable of defending himself. His family business he keeps to himself, the other kids don’t know how his mom died and back then he went to a completely different school anyway. People who ask get told it was a car accident, and he tries not talk about his dad but most people know he’s a drunk just from gossip. He keeps all the times they’ve been evicted, eaten at soup kitchens, or stayed in shelters to himself, he already gets shit for being poor no reason to make that worse.

Brody likes to work out at the school gym, in fact he looks for just about any reason not to go home; never knowing what mood he’ll find his dad in, or whether or not they’ll be another eviction notice on the door. For a while he could crash with his cousin Zack but a couple years ago, his cousin went to prison; stabbed someone over a drug dispute guess he wasn’t quite the role mode Brody thought he was. For money, his dad collects some welfare and every now and then has a job, Brody works at a skate shop and sells weed and occasionally other “party drugs” to help out but generally stays away from anything too hard.

As for school, Brody usually has more pressing matters on his mind than homework or studying; like if he’s gonna have any dinner or even a place to sleep, so his grades aren’t great usually in the C or D range, passing by the skin of his teeth. He’s not dumb or lazy though, he wishes he could do better and actually really likes his science, english, and history classes. He feels destined to end up in shit jobs like his parents, he doesn’t really think he has the grades or money for college, but sometimes dreams about what it would be like to have a job that really matters; maybe a scientist or lawyer or a teacher. He’d like to make a difference in the world, be something better than his humble beginnings.


Other:
Absolutely loves classic rock, punk, ska, hip-hop, reggae, metal, and grunge music. Catcher in the Rye is both his favorite novels and one of the few he's even read more than once. He'll eat just about anything and will finish your food if you're not going to eat it. Brody loves hot sauce and will put it on almost anything. He'll do stupid stuff to impress people, especially girls; once at lunch he ate a Carolina Reaper and spent the rest of lunch puking in the trash and violently hiccuping until he was sent home. Most people think he's cheap as he tries not to let on just how poor his family is, and will try and avoid spending money things while at the same time he refuses to accept handouts. He hates math class, staying still for too long, and he's terrified of needles. He'd chose weed over booze anytime, though it took him a while to be able to try alcohol after so many years of seeing what it had done to his father, but now a days he's willing to indulge a little. He works at a skate shop a couple days a week, mostly for the discount and the chance to talk to people as obsessed with skating as he is and makes decent money selling mostly weed and the occasionally other "party drug."

More than anything thought, Brody loves skating, it's almost like the only therapy he's ever had. Skating is meditation; focusing his mind only on the present, the action and the muscle memory, his escape from thinking or worrying about his life and future. It taught him that when you fall you get back up and keep going and that there is reward in that. It gave him an identity, friends, and people he could be himself around. Without it he'd be much worse off, and he might not have had an outlet or escape. Any day he doesn't have a chance to skate is hard for him, he gets restless, temperamental, and makes it so much harder to deal with things. It's not just a hobby for him, it's his lifeline, the one constant thing he's had that makes things better.