Post by brooke izari greyback on Feb 18, 2013 19:36:53 GMT -5
BROOKE IZARI GREYBACK
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NAME: brooke izari greyback
AGE: seventeen
HOUSE: gryffindor
BLOOD STATUS: mixed - half werewolf
WAND: 6 1/2 inches, dragon heartstring and oak wood------------------------------------------------------------------
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PLAY-BY: emmy rossum
GENERAL APPEARANCE:HAIR: Just a bit longer than shoulder length, brunette, and naturally wavy. Sometimes gets straighten. Often put up in a ponytail.
EYES: Brown.
BUILD: Fit; while not easy to tell under her clothes, she's got a fair amount of muscle mass. She has some tattoos along her torso and one on her chest.
HEIGHT: 5'4"
ATTIRE: She's confident enough in herself to dress however the hell she wants, really. Most of her wardrobe is a mixture of blacks, whites, and greys... But the one thing you'll never catch her wearing is a dress. She hates super formal clothing and would prefer something she can get rough in.------------------------------------------------------------------
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LIKES:
- animals
- adventures
- winning her fights
- adrenaline rushes
DISLIKES:
- losing her fights
- being out-witted
- flirty types
- authority
- amoral people
GOALS: survive and conquer basically. She wants to get through life on top, as an alpha female, and she's doing a damn good job so far.
FEARS:
- betrayal
- showing weakness in any aspect
PERSONALITY:
- IRATE: Brooke is not your typical young adult, in which she tends to be bitter...a lot. She clings onto anger easily, and can hold grudges for long periods of time. Others tend to stay away from her, which she doesn't mind, for too much company tends to annoy this fiery woman. At times, Brooke could care less about the state of the world, and feels little to no remorse for life itself. She has few qualms with hurting people, though it tends to drain her emotionally if she thinks too hard about it.
- ISOLATED: By contrast, Brooke also gets very lonely from time to time, and wants to approach others, but does not have the best social skills and often finds herself struggling to relate if she manages to actually speak her mind. That said, despite all of her negativity, Brooke can actually be a girl with morals, and even friendly, if one can manage to not get on her nerves... which, I might add, is a nearly impossible challenge. Just standing next to her is like waiting for a time bomb to explode in your face. Despite the fact that Brooke is snappy and irritable, she sympathies with those that are struggling, she just, unfortunately, cannot express that in a... nice way (to elaborate a bit: her advice may seem harsh when she feels kind enough to give it out, however, she only means the best for that person. Her blunt statements often give people the wrong idea).
- VIOLENT TENDENCIES: Brooke is a quote "problem child" in a few ways, but the most prominent one is her tendency to gravitate towards being physically violent. While she'll rarely hurt someone badly, when she gets angry, she's one of those girls that doesn't have any issues with leaving a bruise or three on you. And believe me, she packs quite the punch. Her constant anger seems to only be quelled by one-upping other people, and to her, that's putting out a beating.
- LOVES ANIMALS: Brooke discovered early on in her life that she had a strong adoration for animals. She admires their loyalty and ability to love unconditionally and has always been one of those girls that will melt at the sight of a puppy (and really, this might be the only thing remotely "girly" when it comes to Brooke here). She tends to hoard creatures in her room behind the backs of the teachers and students.
- FEARS WEAKNESS: And the one thing no one expects: Brooke actually has a very deep running fear of becoming weakened: physically, mentally, and or emotionally It's the main reason behind her antagonistic behaviors. To her weakness is unforgivable and a way for her to get hurt - and let's just say she's already been hurt one too many times to let it happen again.
- STUBBORN: Brooke is quite set in her ways. She likes to believe what she knows from personal experience unless someone can prove that she's wrong. This is not limited to anything, including her own experience with love. It often gives people the idea that she's very cynical and pessimistic, and that's honestly not far from the truth. She's also quite judgmental, and quick to jump to conclusions - but because of her stubbornness, she rarely will apologize for things she says.
- COMPASSIONATE: ...but in reality her capacity to love is great. She is fiercely loyal, protective, and supportive to the few friends she has. Of course, Brooke would never admit aloud just how much she cares for someone, but her actions always speak louder than her words.
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CLOSE FAMILY: Brooke's only close family is her mother, Nikkita Sangloup. She never knew her father, Fenrir Greyback, but despises him based on what she knows of the man. She has no other siblings from her mother, but has many half-siblings that Fenrir left behind for her to discover.
HISTORY: Brooke's upbringing is a somewhat unusual one. Her mother, Nikkita (lovingly called Nikki by her daughter) should have probably never been allowed to keep a child. Let's just say, Nikki was a little bit off the chain when it came to well... everything. Now that's not to say Brooke was an abused, misused kid. Absolutely not. And she can tell you herself how much her mother means to her. The stem of insanity that was shared between Brooke and her mother all has to do with their tempers. Yes, if you thought Brooke has a short fuse, she pales in comparison to the craziness her mother brought to the table.
Again, that said, Brooke loved her mom. Idolized her. She respected and wanted to be that same kind of strong, independent woman her mother had always been. Brooke, takes it a bit too much to heart: even when she was a child, she picked fights with other children. Unfortunately, actions like this went unpunished at home - in fact they were often rewarded. Years flew by, and though Brooke struggled with her peers she always maintained a strong sense of self. She had, indeed, turned into a strong, fiercely independent woman by the time she a teenager at Hogwarts.
However, there's always that one thing that throws someone's life completely off-balance, and that was when Brooke's mother discovered she had lung cancer. A chain-smoker in her early life, Nikkita had never thought about the consequences of what it might mean later. Brooke had to slowly watch her mother deteriorate over the years into the exact opposite of what she had always been: a weak, dependent, sickly old woman. Brooke grew bitter. Not because the attention was taken off of her, she had her pets to love her after all, but because the sight of seeing her mother turn into a pathetic mess disgusted her. Why was she not fighting against the grain like she'd always done in the past? Why was giving up?
Her frustration was brought with her everywhere she went - including, of course, her classes... and it was there she met Henry. She should have known better than to trust another kid, let alone one that wound up in Slytherin. But he wormed her way under her skin, and became her crutch throughout her mother's struggle. Of course, Henry was put in Slythering for a god damn good reason, and it became clear over time what his intentions were. Emotionally abusive is probably the best way to describe the relationship she and Henry had. He manipulated her at every turn, abusing her loyalty and trust, and eventually nearly drove her to suicide. He even opted to help her succeed. But Brooke had an ounce of enlightenment in her lowest moment and realized how she'd been betrayed by him.
At last, she escaped Henry's clutches when he graduated from Hogwarts, and she was forced to begin again. After her experience with such a man, however, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to help the less fortunate, the used and abused, but not people - oh no, she couldn't trust anyone as far as she could throw them... especially after her near-death experience - but she could trust animals. She adored them anyway - always had. And so she's training hard to be the next Care of Magical Creatures professor.------------------------------------------------------------------
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ALIAS: Smiff
AGE: Twenty
TIMEZONE: Pacific
EXPERIENCE: 5ever
OTHER CHARRIES:none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Her body was begging for her to stop moving and succumb to sleep… to just keel over in the tempest, curl up, and let exhaustion finally, finally win. Brooke knew better than to do that though. Besides, she was no quitter - never had been and never would be.
Damn though… the cuts and lacerations stung.
Pure willpower was the only thing keeping her moving against the churning wind and rain at this point. Each gust was like a knife to her already wounded body, but Brooke grit her teeth and pressed on. As much of a difficulty it was to navigate around the darkened alleys while in such excruciating pain, the storm was a perfect cover up for the trail of crimson she was leaving in her wake. It made the worst situation she could think of a whole lot less likely to happen. He couldn’t follow her home.
That didn’t make things feel any safer though… the clock was ticking with every step she made. With each stride she could feel her body start to falter from all the energy she was expending from just trying to walk. It was as if with every pace, the running water came and sucked the life right out from under the soles of her feet. Brooke needed to apply pressure to the gashes lining her body before she could grant herself the liberty to rest though; and the sooner she could make it home to do just that, the better.
Our damn fights… they only get worse, she thought, swallowing down another agonizing surge of pain. She couldn’t ignore it forever though. Seconds later the ache came back twice as bad and Brooke was forced to stop, bringing a hand to the wound at her navel, gripping at the torn fabric where he had cut through both her shirt and her skin like it was little more than a sheet of paper.
That fight had made her feel so… so helpless… so insignificant…
… so weak.
Henry… she thought, eyes narrowing as the world spun, vision blurring. But no, she was going to keep going. She had to. She was nearly there. You little shit! You knew— you knew I couldn’t fight back against you!
She felt revolted even thinking about him now. This was stupidly ironic: Henry was one of those guys she had never trusted from the very beginning. But he kept on pushing her…
Pushing her…
Pushing her…
And then somewhere along the line he had cut a tiny rift in her heart, so small – microscopic even – that she didn’t even recognize it when it happened. Then using that miniscule opening, he wormed his way inside and captured Brooke in some kind of… spell. Yes, it was like some kind of illusion, a dream maybe… a suppressed desire to have someone… care about her. But the misleading signs were all there, now that she was thinking about it. How could she have not seen them?
Maybe she simply didn’t want to.
“What? Did you think I actually cared, Brooke? You said it yourself, remember? We’re not friends – and we never will be!” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block his voice from her mind, but doing so only made a vivid image of his face appear, twisted, cracked smile and all. Trying not to choke, Brooke set her jaw again, putting her free hand against the wall… and one more time she pressed on.
That tone…. That mocking, loathing tone he’d used to repeat her words… her words!
“You and I… we’re just two sides of the same coin now. Look at all that you did, Brooke, you monster! Look at how many people you’ve made suffer just like this!”
The laughter seemed to echo through the chambers of her mind as her home finally came into sight. Brooke made one final, desperate dash to get out of the horrible situation she was in, but slipped on the pavement, falling just short of her door. Thunder cracked overhead, but even then she was sure that someone heard her ear-shattering shriek of agony. Hell, maybe even he could hear it.
The mere thought made her lip curl up into a growl, “Not… yet…” But the laughter seemed to only grow louder at her protest. “Not yet!”
She fought, pushing herself to her knees and staying there for a moment, limbs shaking viciously, threatening to yield at any moment. Brooke paused, catching her breath, trying to rid herself of the piercing aches in her body before attempting to get back to her feet. She was unbalanced still, nearly tumbling again as she tried to make it to the door a second time, crashing into its frame and leaning against it. With her face and shoulder pressed against the wood, she dug into her pockets with her opposite arm to find the key.
At long last, she was home.
Home.
But there was little time to celebrate the small victory. Without wasting another second, Brooke stripped her bloodied, soaked clothes off and limped to her bathroom. She rummaged through drawers, tossing what was useless behind her until she finally found the first aid. Fuck, she hoped she had remembered to restock this.
Brooke stared up at the mirror above the sink to get a better look at the damage, but immediately regretted doing so. Wincing, she had to stop and stare for a long, long while. An unfamiliar, almost completely foreign face was looking back at her from there. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot from crying, either from pain or fear… maybe both, and had crimson streaks flowing down her face like tribal markings from the wounds she’d suffered to her head.
Brooke couldn’t even recognize herself like this, “How did this… happen to me?”
