Post by brody alastair scott on Apr 23, 2010 0:44:51 GMT -8
so Brody was the lucky one
"If it's wrong, I'll fight 'til it's wright."
`taking pictures of anyone
age. Seventeen.
rp experience. 3-4 years.
how you found us. Caution, originally.
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`to show us that tomorrow is eventual
nicknames. Brod, Scott
age. Seventeen
date of birth. August 19th, 1991
grade/position of staff. Junior
sexuality. Homosexual
member group. Wisher
stage of corruption. Selfish
face claim. Alex Pettyfer[/ul][/size]
`tonight i sleep to dream
weight. 135 lbs
tattoos&piercings. Tattoo on the upper right side of his chest, tongue and left ear pierced.
distinguishing features. His curly blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes.
physical flaws. Several deep scars over his back and shoulders from a motorcycle accident.
personal style. He likes to dress up a little bit when he's out and about with nice jeans and usually a clean tshirt or button up. The kid likes to look presentable. When he's relaxing in his room, though, undies are all a boy needs. ;D[/ul][/size]
`a shock to my body
dislikes.
strengths.
weaknesses.
fears.
wishes. I wish I could meet him.
personality.
- Aims to please.
- Perfectionest.
- Submissive.
- Normally happy.
- Charming.
- Somewhat girly.
- Likes being adventurous.
- Usually goes with the flow.
- Follower.
- Likes challenges.
- Doesn't take being wrong well.
- Brags.
- Sympethetic.
- Cuddily.
- Short temper.
`its a pity to appear this way
why were you sent here. Bipolar disorder and Atelophobia (Fear of imperfection)
mother. Mia Scott
father. Unknown.
siblings. Felicity Scott (5), Paisley Scott (9), and Pia Scott (14)
pets. Cat (Egyptian Mau, Murry)
other family. Mike (Step-dad), Lola Kings (Aunt), Shiloh Kings (cousin), G-ma Scott (grandmother)
history.
Brody had a pretty normal family growing up, despite an absent father. His father was alive, he knew that much. Mia would tell him as a young boy that his father was none of his business. Brody would lash out, unpleased with his mother's replies, though he was pretty sure that he wouldn't
t like having a father anyway, by the way that his Aunt Lola's face grimaced when he was spoken about. He often wondered if his mother made him go away or if he left the family on his own. He was jealous of his younger sisters sometimes, because they were born after Mia remarried. They had a father. He wanted a whole family too.
As Brody grew older, the reason of his father's absence all those years passed became clear. His mother was angry and asked him to stay away from their son, because Brody's father had an affair. With a man. It was because of this and the hurt in his mother's eyes that Brody kept his own homosexuality to himself.
Keeping such information to himself at school wasn't easy for him either. All of the other boys through middle school and the beginning of highschool before he was sent away, were involving themselves in relationships with the "cute" girls. Brody didn't notice so much until some of the guys started poking fun at him about how he couldn't get a girl to go out with him. To prove them wrong, he did just that. She was just a random girl. Her name was a blur now. His focus was somewhere else at the time; pointed toward a boy who's eyes told a magical story. Whether the boy had the same feelings, Brody didn't know. He wanted everything to be right.
His emotions were rockets zooming and returning. The stress was too much for him to handle.
Brody's behavior grew uncontrollable by the time that he was sixteen. His moon swings were horrendous and would snap back and forth in a snap. He could be helping Paisley with homework one second, and screaming at her the next for not understanding. Mia drew the line she came home from work to find her youngest daughter in tears and eleven holes in the bathroom walls where Brody had locked himself in.
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`i swear i saw it somewhere
rules word. -admin edit-
roleplaying sample. See Bennett.[/ul][/size]
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