Post by Brock Martin on Oct 6, 2008 15:39:42 GMT -5
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name;; Katie
age;; 17
experience;; 6-7 years
time zone;; 5 Eastern
password;; your password seems to have run off.
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name;;Brock Martin
nicknames;; None
age;; 18
date of birth;; November 5th
species;; Werewolf
year;; Senior
sexual orientation;; Bisexual
occupation;; student
face claim;; Brock Harris
general appearance;;
Face: Brock's face mirrors the rest of his body. It screams masculinity. His jaw is the classic Superman Square, usually decorated with a light fuzz of a beard or sideburns. His eyes are a soft steel blue, nearly silver. He has thick eyebrows, small eyes, and fine lips. His hair is a silky dark brown, nearly black. He keeps it cut short, sometimes spiking it, other times covering it with his favorite white cowboy hat.
Body: He has the washboard abs expected of a man his height and weight. An 8-pack, at that. He is 5'11" and weighs 160 lbs, but that doesn't make him small at all. His entire body is rippled with bulging muscles, the outcome of a strict daily workout regimen.
general personality;;
Party Goer:
Brock loves going to parties. There isn’t a single thing he doesn’t like. The women, the men, the sex, the booze, the drugs…it’s all good. He’s certainly no innocent, but he wouldn’t call himself guilty, either. He just sees it as living life to the fullest, even if it means making mistakes or ruining someone’s night. Though, how could sleeping with him ruin your night? He isn’t afraid to take advantage of people, either. Though, if they later ask him if he did anything to them, he will not lie.
Seductive:
He isn’t your normal Prince Charming. Rather than search the entire kingdom for his one love, he’ll have the entire kingdom search for him. He never has been good at playing hard to get, but he’s always been quick to make the ladies and men alike swoon. And he doesn’t mind taking advantage of his good looks and personality.
Playful:
Brock adores games. Whether they’re sex games or board games, he’s always up for some fun. He’s a fun romantic. If you were expecting a long walk on the beach, you better make that a game of tag on the beach. If you were hoping for a quiet night at a restaurant, you better change your plans to a fun swing-dance dinner. He’s always ready to twist things up, just to help him enjoy himself.
Prankster:
Yes, he’s a hopeless prankster. He’s not quite a class clown, but he’s always ready to make others laugh by hurting someone else. His telekinesis comes in handy when it gets to the point of confusing the hell out of someone, too.
likes;;
* Games
* Fun
* Mass Mayhem and Planet-Wide Panic
* Causing the above
* Women
* Men
* Working out
* Horses
* His cowboy hat
dislikes;;
* Annoying habits
* Crybabies
fears;;
* The sound bathroom fans make
* Bears
quirks;;
* Refuses to learn how to play certain sports, like skateboarding or biking
secrets;;
* Though he’s bi, he has never actually dated a guy
magyck;;
* Enhanced Strength
* Telepathy
* Telekinesis
family members;;
* Lee-Ann Martin – Mother
* Gary Martin – Father
* Greg Martin – Brother (deceased)
history;;
* Brock was born in a small town near the center of Germany. He was originally a twin to Greg Martin, but the boys were born prematurely. Brock was fortunate enough to survive his birth, but his brother Greg had a deformation in his lungs that killed him three weeks after being born. Though Brock was unaffected by the death, his parents became extremely overprotective. They forbade their son to partake in sports, lest he get hurt. They always made sure they had a close eye on him. Children’s Aspirin, Tums, and various other medical supplies were scattered about the house, always within arms reach.
In short, Brock lived in a bubble.
For twelve years, his parents obsessed over his wellbeing. The smallest cold would send them scattering, forcing him to miss sometimes up to a week of school. By the time he reached middle school, he was so far behind that each summer he had to have a daily tutor. He wasn’t slow by any means. He was just too sick too often.
When he was in the seventh grade, he failed enough of his classes to have him held back. Social Services, worried about the brilliant-but-failing child, conducted an inspection of his household over that summer. Though they found everything to be in check, they were given a warrant to remove him from his parents’ care-giving. They were forcing him to miss far too much school, the Services insisted, and were ruining his education.
So, for the next four years, Brock bounced from his grandparent’s house, to his aunt’s house, and back again. It was during this time that he realized he had gifts. He had had them all of his life, of course. He had just been far too restricted to really notice them. If a fridge door shut on it’s own when he thought about it, no big deal. Probably a loose bolt in the door or something. When he could hear his parents thinking, he didn’t worry. They were probably just talking out loud. But now, he noticed things more. As he matured, he got strange urges. When he was in 8th grade, he morphed for the first time. In the middle of math class. When he was at the board. And fighting with the teacher.
He never went back to that school again.
It was in 9th grade when he perfected his telepathy. It was 10th grade when he mastered his telekinesis. And all through the years, his grades climbed and his attitude grew a personality of its own.
He was in 11th grade when he got the letter from Winterthorne. Though he begged and pleaded, his grandparents would not allow him to go. They refused to allow him to be amongst the “poisoned children”. His parents were poisoned children, they said, and they didn’t want him to become the same way.
When he entered his senior year, he said enough was enough. If his grandparents wanted to stop him from going to Winterthorne, they would have to physically stop them. Of course, they were far too old to do so. And so here he is. School central.
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