Post by SECRET ROSE on Jul 23, 2010 10:40:17 GMT -5
~Brooke~
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“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?”
xXx xXx“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?”
I'm not lost in shadow, I'm not lost at all
i can't stand to sing, i cannot stand tall...[/font]
Brooke D. Rose
Before: Alice(It’s his PARENT’s fault)
Gender:
Male
Age:
Sixteen
House:
Chamerance
More than a man that stands in the rain
i'm just out to find, the best way to solve pain...[/font]
Crimson leaning towards Violet
Hair color:
Light Purple
Height/Weight:
5’7” 130lb
Distinguishing Features:
Girly features, the scars along his wrists and his ankles
Appearance:
Brooke’s build is slim, feminine. He doesn’t help that fact with his insistent need to wear a trench coat that hides his flat chest. He tends to dress a bit goth, but is often mistaken for some easy girl because of it. Due to his pretty face, he is often teased once people figure out he’s male. His long hair doesn’t help much either. However, because of his constant smile, his extroverted, almost constantly happy personality, his air is bouncy enough to attract males and females alike. He is usually wearing at least one bracelet and an earring; both are magical items that dull his power. [/ul]
It's not easy to be me
[/size]wish that i could fly, a reflected sky to be...[/font]
- Fire
- Books
- Quiet
- Smiles
- Sensible People
- Sewing
Dislikes:
- Obnoxious People
- Being Teased
- Water(in the sense of swimming or having it dumped on him)
- His Power
- This School
Fears:
- Loss
- Quiet
- Timing(mostly having the wrong timing)
Best memory:
Tailoring Work in his first life
Worst memory:
Chester Forests
Overall History:
Brooke was born as Alice Feldings to a rich tailor who wanted a daughter. His mother met his father through business; but he was killed before they could be married. Instead, Alice’s mother got a boy, and no ring. So, she tried to make the best out of the situation and pretty much make Alice a girl to the best of her ability.
Thus, Alice became a crossdresser and was doomed for the rest of his life to be… well, at the very least gay. It was how he was raised, and he never knew life any other way. He was happy in that life; it was full, and many people spoke to him and were friendly. He was nearly married, still pretending to be a girl(well, the soon-to-be spouse knew of course.) However, that was about the time Alice turned fifteen, and the first berserker event happened.
Alice had always had access to weaponry; his mother had taught him how to use it, even. A bad choice on her part. The crossdresser went into one of his “Red Trances” and murdered his family, his friends, his fiancé, with a simple pocket knife. Most insane humans would have been proud, but that was when he slipped out of the berserker trance, and realized what he’d done. He couldn’t stand it; he killed himself too in some futile hope that he’d go wherever they went.
Alice traveled for endless time until he reached the castle. He was captured, put into living flesh once more, renamed, and given an even more dangerous ability than his proficiency in weapons. And then, because the castle staff realized this, they gave him a room to sit in, things to make the power unusable, books, and they shackled him to the floor. They never let him out, they gave him more books, stronger shackles each time he broke them. Ever since he was a child, Brooke knew this torture in that form.
And then the headmaster, the principle, came to see her creation. The child, who was already scarred from the shackles he wore and who was as quiet as a dead mouse. He read. He didn’t even look up at her with those strange eyes, matching his powers so well. And the headmistress said to the man who had led her there “How much harm can he do? He’s just a child, let him go.” And as if to prove the other man’s point, Brooke didn’t even look up as he unleashed a fraction of his power, and everything in the room shattered, or disintegrated. The slightest smile touched the boy’s lips as he stretched his wrists, and went back to reading on the couch; the only thing in the room that hadn’t perished.
From then on, the principle monitored Brooke. She watched as he grew, but never moved from that place he’d called ‘home’ since he was born again, and on his twelfth birthday, she freed him with the words “If you wish to leave this room, why do you not?” He turned his red eyes on her for the first time in all those years, and said simply “Where would I go?”
With those words, Brooke had won the headmistress’ trust. She began telling the staff to let him go outside at times, to let him have his own will when he asked for it. He was retrieved whenever those berserker incidents happened, whenever people died, but never was he himself killed. Maybe the headmistress herself was scared of Brooke, along with the staff, or maybe it was that she saw all that power he had, the ability to destroy everything, and saw a bit of herself.
She was the only one who had been able to see his guilt, let Brooke be free, and he was thankful for her. His Red Trances lessened, and nearly stopped. He would talk for her, to her, unlike any other. He nearly died then. For three years, he was put into a coma of his own creation: his power and his self warring. Neither could prevail, in the end. They became one. He was truly, the most dangerous being the headmaster had ever known besides demons.
Brooke was different then; he went even quieter, resentful maybe, for what the castle had made him into. He rarely spoke even to the headmaster anymore. He roamed the hallways, took classes that he didn’t need like a dark shadow. There was something missing in his life; always. He needed friends, but could never find them because of who he was.
Brooke was given one more chance at life through words the headmistress repeated to him: “If you wish to leave this castle, why do you not?” He took the chance, the lifeline and said “Where else would I go?” like so long ago. At that moment, Brooke just went back to being quiet, warm, but quiet. He still rarely looked at you when you spoke to him, but he would try, with some of the randomest people, to become friends. He was freer, the Red Trances stopped, except for very rare occurrences where Brooke came in contact with blood. At those times, he used all his mental capability to stop himself and only ever killed one person.
Brooke’s life was better, yes, but he never made any friends. He never would, even now he walks alone. And he believes he deserves it. But somehow, something inside him kept popping up and saying ‘I’m missing’ and he couldn’t help but begin to try. He never succeeded. He never even found anyone willing to spare him a word except the headmistress.
Habits/Quirks:
- No-eye contact conversations
- One word questions and answers
- Tapping on book covers
Personality:
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Brooke is quiet, not necessarily shy, just quiet. He doesn’t like talking to people unless they talk to him first, and refuses to talk to people with prejudices against crossdressers, gays, Goths, or girls(no, he isn’t one, he just really hates sexists.) He really hates being sad or talked down to, even though it’s a constant for him. Brooke really loves to be around people, as long as they’re not foolish or way too loud. He is slightly uncomfortable around girls, but doesn’t hate them just for their gender. He tries to be open and voice his opinion in total honesty, but it often comes out in some mean way which gets him hated even more. He tries to be friendly, but the knowledge of his power is well known and Brooke often scares people he wants to like him. Brooke really loves to read, and it’s the one thing you can be sure he’ll doing at any one given time.
It may sound absurd...but let me be free
find a way to lie, about a home i’ll never see...[/font]
Powers:
Flames of Destruction
An immensely powerful ability, just the slightest touch of the fire can turn something into ash. However, once it reaches more than a small flicker, it begins to drain Brooke’s energy. He has never found a limit, though, to the stage after that. For all Brooke knows, this power could destroy the world if he really wanted it to, if he could learn how to control it even once he’d fallen unconscious from the effort.
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Even heroes have the right to bleed
i’ll only cry once i’ve been freed[/font]
Current residence: CF
Family: Mother, Father
I may be disturbed...but won't you believe
it's all right...tonight i can leave[/font]
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