Post by Brenton Douglas on Aug 18, 2007 4:57:46 GMT -5
Excellent work! Accepted. With much pleasure, welcome to Hogwarts!
[Full Character Name:] Brenton William Douglas
[Character Gender:] Male
[Country of Citizenship:] U.K.
[Blood-line:] Muggle Born
[Birthdate/Age:] January 13, 1996/ 12
[Height:] 4'6"
[Weight:] 89lbs
[Wand Hand:] Left
[Pet:] Double-ended Newt- Archimedes
[Physical Character Description:]
Light coloring, soft skin, almost the look of a cherub.
Brent's hair, in different lighting is considered two different shades. Dirty blonde and light brown, it cannot be decided which is the more correct color. In dark rooms, the brown shines through, whereas in brighter lighting, one would swear blonde is his natural coloring.
His eyes have a round, bright look. The shade of golden amber, with a brownish-reddish tint, and yet too sweet to be thought of as anything but innocent. Although his eyes may be of perfect look, they are not as perfect as such. Glasses were prescribed long before, but Brent has yet to place them on his face since the day they were picked up at the optometrists. They are a tiger-eye rim with small, squared lenses. The lowly contraptions are always with him, in the back of his pocket, but for what reason no one has discovered as he does not place them on the bridge of his nose.
Standing at the gracious height of 4'5”, with his head held high, he almost clears 4'6”. Some may consider this short, but he will tell you, it's within his royal bloodline, were he any taller than he is at his age, he would be thought of as nothing more than a peasant among his family.
Small for his age, as he is, his weight goes well with his height. Reigning in at a whopping 89lbs, he claims to almost be able to glide across water with his respectable family heritage of gains. The shape of his face, rounded and chubby, off-sets that of his body type, scrawny for lack of a better word, but yet the cherub look goes well and is not out of place.
In reality however, not everyone can be perfect. And Brent does not claim to be perfectly so. Teeth he wished were as white as daisy petals, and straight as door nails, are really a pale shade of sunflower yellow, and as crooked as jagged rocks at the bottom of a cliff. Due to his knowing of almost unhealthy, and definitely not wealthy, teeth, he smiles with his lips, caring not to show his non-pearly whites to those who have no reason not to believe his truths. His smile is gloating, one that shows he carries the world in the back of his pocket, it isn't presented to him on a silver platter, after all, how can something be presented that is already held?
The clothing he adorns consists mainly of Hogwarts uniform. It is very unlikely one would find him in anything but the impeccably clean and pressed uniforms, even outside of classes. However, when one does find him in such clothing, he is in his best, bedraggled, ripped, torn, and baggy clothing. Nothing too flashy. His shoes are of the highest quality, shiny, slick, and blacker than black. If it were not for his mother working over-over-over-time, he wouldn't be able to have such niceties, thank goodness for charming effects. If he hadn't told his mother he couldn't arrive at school in anything but the best of the best, he would be in nothing less than threads.
[Personality Character Description:]
Life begins many ways for people, for Brenton, life began in a way considered normal, but has changed in due course to his own devices.
A Pathological Liar, Brent believes everything he says. For such a long time, he has wished for nothing more than the best of the best, and he sees the only way to gain such a thing, is to believe it first. Make it believable to others, then if he already has it, there is no taking it away.
Conniving, but not under the intentions to be so; only to hide who he is, to warp reality with fantasy. He easily falls into the ability to scheme and connive, allows such things to take place in the reality he's created for himself. It isn't that he does such things to hurt others, no. In fact, he often will spin tales about such others to not only better himself, but to better the company he keeps. If one were a lowly peasant, and yet he enjoyed the company of such, he'd help create a background, something to make them seem to be the royalty he himself is.
Brent's greatest goal in life is to keep everyone believing him at all times. Were he unbelievable, he wouldn't stand a chance. However, although he isn't honest, he does tell the truth if it helps to keep his cover on. Were the truth going to save him from humiliation, from being found out, he'd tell it quicker than one can honestly say a tongue twister. If something is beneficial, he'll give it up, only to better himself, of course.
Very kind, is not interested in hurting anyone, only wants to make himself look better. Brent wouldn't dream of hurting another, unless they were to blab his secret about. If one is willing to play along with his game, to let him continue to live in the world he's built for himself, he'd be glad to make them a Lord or Lady of his land, but if they were to in any way threaten him or his cover, that person would be lower than the lowest merchant thief of any land.
Brenton is arrogant. He holds his head high, he sniffs in the direction of anything that could be considered below him. Overly proud, but only overly enough due to his own heritage, due to the occupations of his true parents.
Not overly-so annoying, but can be with all the truths of himself. Brent is a sweet talker, one who could almost make anyones heart melt with his innocence.
Not as caring as he should be, doesn't care if others need to do more to complete his bidding. He is a straight-edge on the rules, because he knows if he broke rules, he'd be found out about too quickly.
Not athletic, cannot play sports well, is usually one of the last kids chosen from the playground. Brenton does not have a temper, but can be threatening to those who find out information, he is not afraid to pull his wand.
Creative and Intriguing, is able to remember all of his more important lies, can keep them in order, and knows who he's told what.
[History:]
Born on Friday the 13th of January 1995, Brenton William DouglasX was given birth by Queen Maleficent his mother, Malissa Douglas on a bright, bird-chirping horribly stormy morning. His father, King Trident Troy Douglas was out to tea with the Queen of Hearts on a 'business' trip and unfortunately missed the birth of his only child, in Childerditch, England.
This so called business trip was only one of many in the course of youngPrince Charming's Brent's short lifetime. Often his father disappeared for a few days, sometimes up to a month at a time, and Brent has never been willing to believe the truth known why. He's been told it was merely a business trip.
Childhood consisted of being brought up by his neighbor, an elderly woman who cared for the boy herself, telling him stories of greatness that even he would one day find within himself. Malissa, being poor and distraught without Troy by her side constantly, was forced to work day in and day out at the local factor, packaging plastic spoons, just to get by on a weekly-basis. Were it not for Mrs Elizabeth Fortune, the elderly, gray-streaked haired neighbor, Brent would not have eaten three round courses a day, he'd have been lucky to have one.
A spotted lifetime of two to three guardians, had he been asked, he would have easily told how Mrs Fortune was his mother, not the woman who gave birth to him. Thus, when he received his marks of the best grades, Mrs Fortune would have been the first to know. It was unfortunate, however, that she was not available to answer her door at his persistent knockings.
The door had cracked and Brent allowed himself entrance as he had so many times before. He called out for her excitedly, unknowing that she would never answer his beckons. After searching the whole house, in which she lived, Brent finally found her.
On the floor of the kitchen, she laid motionless and very content looking. Puzzled by the sight, Brent dropped his report, and went to her side. As the marks floated down to the floor, Brent's head bent down as he had forced no tears to be shed for the mother he had never had and yet, had lost. He later would find that Mrs Fortune had passed due to a stroke, though many told him she passed peacefully. Later, as Elizabeth Fortune's Will was being read, she left something so precious of hers to Brent that changed life for him, as he once knew it. To Brent, she left her beloved storybook. The same one they read from everyday they spent together. The same one in which the people aspired to be the best they could, or even better.
With the death of Mrs Fortune, life changed. He spent more time alone as his mother worked, and father drifted in and out of his life. Brent read more and more stories to occupy the time he didn't have with people, and eventually found that his life could be just as great and inventive as the stories he read. Brent soon began with little white lies, inventing a life better than his own. Soon, he was Prince Charming, his parents were royalty and whoever knew or said anything else about it, paid their dues.
However, it didn't stop at just little lies, it continued. Little lies became bigger, organized, twisted webs of facts that were made only for the storybooks he read. Brent would not allow Elizabeth's death to be in vain, and for her he decided to make something of himself. Make, and turn himself into one of the prestigious members of fairytale society. Even if it meant that he had to lie about his whole existence to do so. Since that summer, he's told so many “truths” were it seems that young Brent knows not of where reality ends and fairytale begins. And now that one fairytale is true, the fact that he is a wizard, it only makes it easier for him to believe that all fairytales must be truth.
[Pros and Cons]
Brent's look of innocence makes him out to be one of the most believable kids you'll ever meet. Why would he need to lie? He has the best clothing he goes to school in, the newest supplies, and the attitude of.....royalty? Or so he makes everyone believe.
Brent is highly creative, and not only with his storytelling, but also he has the voice of a spirited angel. No lie this time. When he sings, it's as if birds begin to sing with him because he hasn't yet hit the age of puberty, his voice rings high, and most of the time, on key.
Through every falsehood, there's a truth. And in looking for such truths, Brent finds that through many books he has, he has read. Thus, he is very book smart. Research not only for school, but also for himself. He looks for new and exciting ways to tell someone about his lifetime, and in doing so retains a lot of information that he has read. The more it sounds like reality, the more his peers are liable to believe him, and above all else, he understands that concept.
Pathological liar. To become who he wants to in order to live up to the man he believes that Mrs Fortune wanted him to become, he believes that he has to lie. However, he doesn't call it lying as much as he calls it, life calculating. Because of this, however, the lines of reality and fantasy become quite blurred for the young boy. As much as he is lying to others, he's ultimately lying to himself as well, without even him realizing it.
To innocent, because he looks innocent and doesn't understand the extent of the damage his lies could actually create.
Ashamed of who he really is. He's not one to go about bragging about his real life because he finds that there is nothing worth telling.
[RP example:]
It was truly a wonderful day. The sun was shining, the snow was glittering, and the noise was ceased. That incessant fool who'd been trying to play harmonica by the lake had been put to a stop quite quickly. Young Master Douglas was not in the mood for such noise, such blasphemy coming from a musical instrument.
Today was a day for silence. A day for all to enjoy the harmony that had been presented to them. A natural silence, one that should be taken care to be followed.
Brenton walked along a path, one made in the snow by some obvious beggars, hoping to get on his good side that morning. Well, had the Prince been in a better mood, perhaps he'd be willing to toss a few coins in their direction, but alas, today was not such a day. For the Prince of Nottingham did not have his coin purse on him today, no, today he was without. Without change, without horse, without bow and arrows. Today, he was vulnerable. Today, he was alone.
Or, so he thought.
[Full Character Name:] Brenton William Douglas
[Character Gender:] Male
[Country of Citizenship:] U.K.
[Blood-line:] Muggle Born
[Birthdate/Age:] January 13, 1996/ 12
[Height:] 4'6"
[Weight:] 89lbs
[Wand Hand:] Left
[Pet:] Double-ended Newt- Archimedes
[Physical Character Description:]
Light coloring, soft skin, almost the look of a cherub.
Brent's hair, in different lighting is considered two different shades. Dirty blonde and light brown, it cannot be decided which is the more correct color. In dark rooms, the brown shines through, whereas in brighter lighting, one would swear blonde is his natural coloring.
His eyes have a round, bright look. The shade of golden amber, with a brownish-reddish tint, and yet too sweet to be thought of as anything but innocent. Although his eyes may be of perfect look, they are not as perfect as such. Glasses were prescribed long before, but Brent has yet to place them on his face since the day they were picked up at the optometrists. They are a tiger-eye rim with small, squared lenses. The lowly contraptions are always with him, in the back of his pocket, but for what reason no one has discovered as he does not place them on the bridge of his nose.
Standing at the gracious height of 4'5”, with his head held high, he almost clears 4'6”. Some may consider this short, but he will tell you, it's within his royal bloodline, were he any taller than he is at his age, he would be thought of as nothing more than a peasant among his family.
Small for his age, as he is, his weight goes well with his height. Reigning in at a whopping 89lbs, he claims to almost be able to glide across water with his respectable family heritage of gains. The shape of his face, rounded and chubby, off-sets that of his body type, scrawny for lack of a better word, but yet the cherub look goes well and is not out of place.
In reality however, not everyone can be perfect. And Brent does not claim to be perfectly so. Teeth he wished were as white as daisy petals, and straight as door nails, are really a pale shade of sunflower yellow, and as crooked as jagged rocks at the bottom of a cliff. Due to his knowing of almost unhealthy, and definitely not wealthy, teeth, he smiles with his lips, caring not to show his non-pearly whites to those who have no reason not to believe his truths. His smile is gloating, one that shows he carries the world in the back of his pocket, it isn't presented to him on a silver platter, after all, how can something be presented that is already held?
The clothing he adorns consists mainly of Hogwarts uniform. It is very unlikely one would find him in anything but the impeccably clean and pressed uniforms, even outside of classes. However, when one does find him in such clothing, he is in his best, bedraggled, ripped, torn, and baggy clothing. Nothing too flashy. His shoes are of the highest quality, shiny, slick, and blacker than black. If it were not for his mother working over-over-over-time, he wouldn't be able to have such niceties, thank goodness for charming effects. If he hadn't told his mother he couldn't arrive at school in anything but the best of the best, he would be in nothing less than threads.
[Personality Character Description:]
Life begins many ways for people, for Brenton, life began in a way considered normal, but has changed in due course to his own devices.
A Pathological Liar, Brent believes everything he says. For such a long time, he has wished for nothing more than the best of the best, and he sees the only way to gain such a thing, is to believe it first. Make it believable to others, then if he already has it, there is no taking it away.
Conniving, but not under the intentions to be so; only to hide who he is, to warp reality with fantasy. He easily falls into the ability to scheme and connive, allows such things to take place in the reality he's created for himself. It isn't that he does such things to hurt others, no. In fact, he often will spin tales about such others to not only better himself, but to better the company he keeps. If one were a lowly peasant, and yet he enjoyed the company of such, he'd help create a background, something to make them seem to be the royalty he himself is.
Brent's greatest goal in life is to keep everyone believing him at all times. Were he unbelievable, he wouldn't stand a chance. However, although he isn't honest, he does tell the truth if it helps to keep his cover on. Were the truth going to save him from humiliation, from being found out, he'd tell it quicker than one can honestly say a tongue twister. If something is beneficial, he'll give it up, only to better himself, of course.
Very kind, is not interested in hurting anyone, only wants to make himself look better. Brent wouldn't dream of hurting another, unless they were to blab his secret about. If one is willing to play along with his game, to let him continue to live in the world he's built for himself, he'd be glad to make them a Lord or Lady of his land, but if they were to in any way threaten him or his cover, that person would be lower than the lowest merchant thief of any land.
Brenton is arrogant. He holds his head high, he sniffs in the direction of anything that could be considered below him. Overly proud, but only overly enough due to his own heritage, due to the occupations of his true parents.
Not overly-so annoying, but can be with all the truths of himself. Brent is a sweet talker, one who could almost make anyones heart melt with his innocence.
Not as caring as he should be, doesn't care if others need to do more to complete his bidding. He is a straight-edge on the rules, because he knows if he broke rules, he'd be found out about too quickly.
Not athletic, cannot play sports well, is usually one of the last kids chosen from the playground. Brenton does not have a temper, but can be threatening to those who find out information, he is not afraid to pull his wand.
Creative and Intriguing, is able to remember all of his more important lies, can keep them in order, and knows who he's told what.
[History:]
Born on Friday the 13th of January 1995, Brenton William Douglas
This so called business trip was only one of many in the course of young
Childhood consisted of being brought up by his neighbor, an elderly woman who cared for the boy herself, telling him stories of greatness that even he would one day find within himself. Malissa, being poor and distraught without Troy by her side constantly, was forced to work day in and day out at the local factor, packaging plastic spoons, just to get by on a weekly-basis. Were it not for Mrs Elizabeth Fortune, the elderly, gray-streaked haired neighbor, Brent would not have eaten three round courses a day, he'd have been lucky to have one.
A spotted lifetime of two to three guardians, had he been asked, he would have easily told how Mrs Fortune was his mother, not the woman who gave birth to him. Thus, when he received his marks of the best grades, Mrs Fortune would have been the first to know. It was unfortunate, however, that she was not available to answer her door at his persistent knockings.
The door had cracked and Brent allowed himself entrance as he had so many times before. He called out for her excitedly, unknowing that she would never answer his beckons. After searching the whole house, in which she lived, Brent finally found her.
On the floor of the kitchen, she laid motionless and very content looking. Puzzled by the sight, Brent dropped his report, and went to her side. As the marks floated down to the floor, Brent's head bent down as he had forced no tears to be shed for the mother he had never had and yet, had lost. He later would find that Mrs Fortune had passed due to a stroke, though many told him she passed peacefully. Later, as Elizabeth Fortune's Will was being read, she left something so precious of hers to Brent that changed life for him, as he once knew it. To Brent, she left her beloved storybook. The same one they read from everyday they spent together. The same one in which the people aspired to be the best they could, or even better.
With the death of Mrs Fortune, life changed. He spent more time alone as his mother worked, and father drifted in and out of his life. Brent read more and more stories to occupy the time he didn't have with people, and eventually found that his life could be just as great and inventive as the stories he read. Brent soon began with little white lies, inventing a life better than his own. Soon, he was Prince Charming, his parents were royalty and whoever knew or said anything else about it, paid their dues.
However, it didn't stop at just little lies, it continued. Little lies became bigger, organized, twisted webs of facts that were made only for the storybooks he read. Brent would not allow Elizabeth's death to be in vain, and for her he decided to make something of himself. Make, and turn himself into one of the prestigious members of fairytale society. Even if it meant that he had to lie about his whole existence to do so. Since that summer, he's told so many “truths” were it seems that young Brent knows not of where reality ends and fairytale begins. And now that one fairytale is true, the fact that he is a wizard, it only makes it easier for him to believe that all fairytales must be truth.
[Pros and Cons]
Brent's look of innocence makes him out to be one of the most believable kids you'll ever meet. Why would he need to lie? He has the best clothing he goes to school in, the newest supplies, and the attitude of.....royalty? Or so he makes everyone believe.
Brent is highly creative, and not only with his storytelling, but also he has the voice of a spirited angel. No lie this time. When he sings, it's as if birds begin to sing with him because he hasn't yet hit the age of puberty, his voice rings high, and most of the time, on key.
Through every falsehood, there's a truth. And in looking for such truths, Brent finds that through many books he has, he has read. Thus, he is very book smart. Research not only for school, but also for himself. He looks for new and exciting ways to tell someone about his lifetime, and in doing so retains a lot of information that he has read. The more it sounds like reality, the more his peers are liable to believe him, and above all else, he understands that concept.
Pathological liar. To become who he wants to in order to live up to the man he believes that Mrs Fortune wanted him to become, he believes that he has to lie. However, he doesn't call it lying as much as he calls it, life calculating. Because of this, however, the lines of reality and fantasy become quite blurred for the young boy. As much as he is lying to others, he's ultimately lying to himself as well, without even him realizing it.
To innocent, because he looks innocent and doesn't understand the extent of the damage his lies could actually create.
Ashamed of who he really is. He's not one to go about bragging about his real life because he finds that there is nothing worth telling.
[RP example:]
It was truly a wonderful day. The sun was shining, the snow was glittering, and the noise was ceased. That incessant fool who'd been trying to play harmonica by the lake had been put to a stop quite quickly. Young Master Douglas was not in the mood for such noise, such blasphemy coming from a musical instrument.
Today was a day for silence. A day for all to enjoy the harmony that had been presented to them. A natural silence, one that should be taken care to be followed.
Brenton walked along a path, one made in the snow by some obvious beggars, hoping to get on his good side that morning. Well, had the Prince been in a better mood, perhaps he'd be willing to toss a few coins in their direction, but alas, today was not such a day. For the Prince of Nottingham did not have his coin purse on him today, no, today he was without. Without change, without horse, without bow and arrows. Today, he was vulnerable. Today, he was alone.
Or, so he thought.