Post by iainbrandt on Dec 26, 2010 18:02:22 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Rachael
How many years roleplaying?: Five or six
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Iain Joseph Brandt
Age: 32
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Current Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Bio: Iain Brandt was born into a family of three, and a year later, his brother was born. Being the oldest, he always liked to boss around his sibling and be in charge of him, and even got into a few fights with him here and there as they got older. His brother was the one who maintained straight A's while he himself only ever managed to get B's and C's, which was half of the reason why he always fought with him. The other half was because he just liked to be mean and see him cry, though that always got him in trouble with their parents and often included a grounding.
Throughout his school years, Iain was a troublemaker and the class clown, doing whatever it took to solicit laughs from his peers. Fights and trips to the principal's office were daily occurrences, and he soon began to get into more serious, legal trouble: Stealing. This began when he was in the eighth grade and it still continues now, though it wasn't as bad as it once was. He was once so good at it that he was able to steal objects that would seem obvious, and was only caught once, when he was shoplifting tapes from a music store. They didn't press charges, and ironically, he got his first job there, and no one seemed to remember the kid who had attempted to steal fifteen cassette tapes.
After graduating high school, Iain had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do, but one thing was for sure - he didn't want to go to college. But his parents had other plans and they sent him off to the University of Colorado, where he planned to major in music and minor in English. It was mostly to please his parents, and he barely managed to get his diploma. By this time, his brother had gone to some college in New York to become a lawyer, and he found himself secretly jealous of him. In his eyes, their parents seemed to be more proud of his brother, and he formed the idea that his parents sent him away just to get them out of their hair. They didn't call and they didn't write to him at all during those four years, and they rarely invited him to visit for the holidays. He would show them and they would end up being more proud of their oldest son than their youngest.
Though he ended up publishing a book that dealt with post-apocalyptic themes and even appeared on the The New York Times bestseller list, it didn't seem like it was enough. His younger brother was still more successful and wealthier than he was, and he had their parents' approval. Soon, he cut ties with his mother and father and moved to New York, where his brother was living and working. As a second job, he began his career in music, all the while tracking his brother's every move. At one point or another, he planned to kill him, no matter the consequences, but he couldn't do it. That wouldn't earn his parents' respect, just their fear.
When the world ended and most everyone turned into flesh-eating, reanimated corpses, Iain was able to hole himself up in a hardware store that was close to his apartment. He was soon able to meet up with his brother, and, taking the chance that was given to him, killed him. There were no consequences to be had if their parents and most of the world's population was wiped out, right? Right. Actually, he kind of liked being able to have that kind of power. Killing him wasn't as hard as he thought it was going to be. Soon after, he was found by Emmy Robins's group. The only consequence of his brother's murder was a slightly guilty feeling, and the constant worry that someone might have seen. When they had to travel to Atlanta, he stuck to the group like glue, not wanting to get lost or harmed. He's definitely able to carry his own weight within the group and has no problem putting someone out of their misery if they've been hurt by a Walker. And he wouldn't have a problem killing someone even if they've done nothing to deserve it.
Likes:
- Discovering people's weaknesses to use against them later on
- Cold weather
- Walkers. He'll go out of his way to kill one.
- Music (obviously, being a former musician and all)
- Lame pickup lines
- Cheesy jokes
- Attention
- Slinkies
- Puns
Dislikes:
- The word 'spelunking'
- Snoring
- Enclosed spaces
- Having nothing to do
- Quiche
- Driving
- Mud
- Warm weather/humidity
Strengths:
- Persuasion
- Manipulation
- Follows orders well, even if he doesn't like taking them
- Kleptomania - he steals anything and everything he can get his hands on, especially weapons
- Sneaky
Weaknesses:
- Has a phobia of lawn gnomes
- Kleptomania
- Very inquisitive
- Usually has his mind on something other than the task at hand
Anything Else? Not that I know of, lol.
Roleplay Sample: The obnoxious clicking sounds coming from her heels were becoming unbearable and as he was kneeling in front of the grave, he shot a quick glare her way, which likely went unnoticed as she was too preoccupied with her spinning. Thoroughly annoyed, he looked down at the words etched into the stone, tuning out the bothersome sounds being made by her heels as they met the cobblestone beneath them. He knew she was bored; not only by her actions, but by how she felt. There was that dull, empty feeling lingering inside of him that really belonged to her, when he was quite exuberant about this. Groaning, he stood up, getting ready to tell her to stop spinning, but was met with a leap and a kiss, causing him to smile despite himself. He couldn't stay mad at her for very long, no matter how much he wanted to. The same could be said of her. Somehow, he always found a way to get out of trouble with her, which was a complete mystery to him considering some of the things he had done to upset her. Returning the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers only to look in the direction a strange sound came from seconds later. He didn't worry too much about it until a sense of dread hit him, causing him to look down at her and see the worried expression on her face.
And then the same sound from moments before was made again, and the feeling of dread became his own.
It could have been anything that had made that sound; a hunter, another vampire, or just someone patrolling the old cemetery. God, he hoped it was the last one. Keeping her close to him, he continued to look to his right for whomever the sound belonged to. He saw the blue and blond flash as well just as it dissolved into the night, reassuring him that it wasn't who he was thinking it would be. The retreating figure was too small to be any of those. His hold on his mate slackened and he tilted his head in contemplation as he removed his arms from around her completely. That was when Liz took off after the girl after she saw her for a second time and called after him to follow her. Groaning, he did so, but hesitantly. If the girl didn't want to be seen, Elizabeth should have kept it that way instead of chasing after her.
When she halted the chase in front of an old building, Xavier came close to running into her, but stopped only inches before doing so, not wanting to alert the girl. It wasn't much of a chase for the two vampires, and seeing as how Liz hadn't caught her during it, she hadn't even used her super speed, probably wanting it to be a challenge. "Liz - let's go," he whispered, grabbing for her arm to pull her away and stopping at the sight of the girl. Seeing her changed his mind, and he followed behind Liz, who was gradually making her way towards her and coaxing her into coming with them. This had to be some sort of a trap or something. If it wasn't, did she live here? How did she get here? Was she here before it closed for the night or did she find a way to sneak in like they had? Many questions popped into his mind, and he had intentions of asking her later.
Pausing, he sensed someone else in the room with them. Just before looking around for whatever it was, it made its move. Towards the girl. After that, everything happened very fast. Before he could stop her, Liz rushed him to try to grab the girl, and he acted instinctively. Doing the same and running at him, he ripped the vampire away from them to slam him into a nearby wall. His rash actions hinted that he might have been a newborn; a very bloodthirsty newborn who was about to miss his meal and lose his un-life. Drawing a knife out from his back pocket (he knew it was going to be useful for something) as he held him in place against the wall, he flipped open the blade to press it against the spot over his heart. Remembering that the other two were still there, he thought twice about killing the man right in front of the little girl. The vampire was lucky, otherwise he would have killed him by now. Growling as he listened to him ramble in French, Xavier yelled at him to shut up, and he obliged. Muttering to him in the language he understood, he told him to get out. If he saw him again, he was going to kill him. Releasing him, he watched him run out of the decrepit building with a grin. Folding the knife, he returned it to his pocket and looked at the girl, then Liz, sighing.
"Let me guess - we're keeping her, right?"
