IC: [Name:] Duke-Jeremy "Brody" McAdams [Age:] 15 [Birthday:] May 26th [Race:] Human
[Physical Description:] Brody is petite--he's 5' 3", so he comes up about to most people's KNEES, more or less--and he weighs 115 pounds or so, skinny little thing. He's effeminate, which isn't at all helped by the fact that he prefers to wear a lot of make up, he frequently wears dresses or skirts, and he keeps his hair long, eyebrows plucked, and paints his nails. He's androgynous enough that he passes as a girl with very little effort, and he very much looks his age--more often than not he's mistaken for younger than he actually is.
His style is pretty distinctly goth. He prefers to make his own clothes, and generally finds his stuff from thrift stores, pieces of formal suits that he alters to suit his needs, though he also really likes to wear frilly sort of Lolita skirts. He's a bit old school goth that way, with the white face and the huge ratty blue-black hair, dressing kind of like a little 18th century gentleman. It's adorable a little. He has several body mods, including piercings (one in his nose, three in his lip, stretched lobes, a ring in one nipple and a bar in his tongue) and one tattoo, of an upside-down crucifix right under his belly button. He has cutting scars on his wrists and thighs; it is VERY unusual for Brody to show much skin below the neck.
Under all that make up, he has a long face with a round chin. His nose is long but rather flat and a little buttony, and he has very full, pouty lips, they're one of his best features. His eyes are large, and naturally green, though he favours coloured contacts, ranging from blue, red, purple, white, etc. He's white, a generic American mutt with just a bit of Native American, enough to make him slightly exotic-looking. He has dusky, olive skin, which he makes paler with make-up. Overall, he's a very pretty boy, and sometimes he's a very pretty girl.
[Personality:] Brody is about the sweetest damn boy you will ever meet. He trusts strangers pretty implicitly, something that frequently gets him in trouble as he has a tendency to go off with people who intend to hurt him, and he attaches himself to people who frequently abuse his trust. He grew up in a very small town and is ridiculously naive as a result, very sheltered, and though he tries to be close-minded some of his assumptions about the way life is are kind of... backwards and bizarre. At 15, he's emotionally unstable and immature, though he insists upon being treated like an adult, which he clearly is not.
Brody's faith in God--specifically he believes in the Christian God, and Jesus, because... that's what he was raised to believe--is pure and strong, but he's distrustful of at best and hateful towards at worst as far as organized religion goes. He has infinite faith in humanity, and assumes most people are inherently good. Brody is driven strongly by a desire to help people; he is drawn to people who are damaged, and feels compelled to try to 'fix' or save them, although to his credit he is pretty damn subtle in his methods. He believes that all people have the potential for salvation, not necessarily in a religious sense but definitely in a personal one, and he believes in a God who is loving and benevolent towards all, regardless of race or creed. He doesn't like to talk about his faith, but he is very, very adamant on this point. Brody is slightly delusional in that he has hallucinations and visions of God, which is ... basically because he is ~*crazysauce*~. They're harmless, really, just every now and then he seizes up and hallucinates angels and demons and junk.
Brody's a sensitive, artistic soul; he's a painter, a very talented one at that, art is about the only thing he's good at that really interests him. He's pretty uneducated, he went to a low-income rural public school and dropped out as a sophomore, so he doesn't have much in the way of book-smarts, or street-smarts for that matter since the town he grew up in operated VERY different from, say, London. He has some self-esteem issues, stemming mostly from his parents telling him all the time that there's something wrong with him and being generally abusive shits; he clings to any affection wherever he can get it, which results in him becoming attached to ... some people he shouldn't. He's desperate for love and affection, and will seek it out at any opportunity he can. Which leads us to sex: Brody is not, by himself, an overly sexual person, in fact he's kind of a prude (though being a deviant, delinquent teenager, it is CERTAINLY on his mind often) and still a virgin. However, he is very, very easy to pressure into fooling around, though it generally makes him feel dirty and slutty afterwards. He needs to learn that sex is healthy, and okay, and ... also what condoms are for. He is usually attracted to boys his age who are shy and effeminate, and slightly older, dominant women, although he also tends to be attracted to older, sophisticated men mostly because he is constantly seeking out a father figure in some kind of bizarro Electra complex.
Brody is friendly, but he definitely keeps people at arm's length; he's fairly private about a lot of things, though he will talk at LENGTH about other people, trying his best to help them and make them feel better. He loves telling stories and jokes, and he is quite the little chatterbox, especially when he's nervous; you'll notice he's comfortable with you if he starts to shut up a little. He's pretty sassy, though he has a healthy respect for his elders. He's not particularly intelligent, though he certainly has his moments, and his being fifteen years old means he's emotionally volatile and prone to some fairly violent moodswings. He is extremely fond of mind-altering substances, especially marijuana and ecstasy. He suffers from some bouts of depression; he's had suicidal thoughts before, and he cuts and starves himself so he can feel like he has some degree of control over his life. As easily manipulated as he is, he gets profoundly uncomfortable when he has to completely give up control to someone else; his freedom and independence is very important to him.
In conclusion: perky, moody teenaged boy with daddy issues!
[History:] Born in a small town in Kentucky, Brody (then DJ, he didn't start calling himself Brody until high school) grew up in an isolated, highly religious community. It was obvious since he was quite small that he was different; he was a sickly kid, small and uncoordinated, bad at sports, etc. Like his older brother, Brody grew into quite the little delinquent. At 9, he started suffering terrible migraines, for which he was hospitalized a few times; at 12, he started speaking in tongues, complaining of pain in the holy wounds, and describing visions of Biblical scenes. Doctors could find no medical cause for this, and it was pretty much agreed upon that the boy had gone fucking crazy and was hallucinating all of this. His parents didn't help, in that they sincerely believed their child was being used as a conduit for God's word, and they encouraged this behaviour; one psychiatrist theorized that Brody was playing up his "condition" to earn affection from his parents that they wouldn't otherwise give. If this is the case, then it's all subconscious. He may have gotten his parents' attention, but Brody's social life was doomed; no one wanted to hang out with Creepy Jesus Boy.
High school hit, and Brody, becoming increasingly more depressed, went goth. His parents flipped out a little, but what really broke the camel's back was his parents catching him kissing another boy. They almost immediately packed his bags and shipped him off to an ex-gay camp, an experience Brody is loathe to speak about, but it was... bad.
After returning from camp, Brody's parents placed some incredibly strict restrictions on him--he wasn't allowed to watch TV or listen to the radio, he wasn't allowed to leave the house without adult supervision, his parents dressed him and dictated what he could and couldn't do in pretty much every way. He became increasingly frustrated with their unreasonable rules, often sneaking out of the house at night to crash high school parties; a few months post-camp some stranger rolled into town, and Brody was immediately smitten. The man called Daniel Horne was pushing 40, English, and kind of a pedophile, given the way he seduced 15-year-old Brody. Brody fell in love with him because he was the kindest adult in his life, showering him with attention and affection that he wasn't getting at home; he would have clung to any father figure at that point.
Daniel convinced Brody to run away with him, and the two of them fled to Georgia; it was about then that he confessed he was a vampire, which Brody had just about figured out on his own, what with the weird hours and the blood fetish and junk. Daniel started using Brody as a blood doll, something which Brody was a bit reluctant about since it left him weak and tired and sick all the time; Daniel always took too much, and he sexualized it, making it really uncomfortable for him. A few weeks later, Brody found out that his parents had died in a car crash. He wanted to go home to be with his brother and sister, to make sure his sister didn't get thrown into some foster home and that his brother didn't end up in jail or whatever, but Daniel refused to let him go. It was their first major fight, and Brody suddenly realized he'd made a mistake.
He wanted to go home. Daniel told him no, Brody ran away. He intended to go back to Kentucky, but of course he got hopelessly lost. He spent a few weeks on the streets, pulling some seriously shady shit just to survive--like dressing up as a girl and selling handjobs in red light districts--and was basically miserable, until Daniel found him again, and "saved" him. Brody forgave him, acknowledged that Daniel was the only person in his life now that he could trust, and agreed to go to London with him.
When they crossed the ocean, life took a profound turn for the worse: Brody became depressed, separated from what little family he had left by an entire ocean, and Daniel became dismissive of his feelings and cold, distant. He was using him for his blood, treating him more like a dog than a person, and Brody regretted deciding to leave with him again, although he was honestly, truly in love with him...
Well, fate prevented him from having to make any hard decisions on that front, when Daniel was murdered by vampire hunters right in front of him. This is where Brody enters the game: trapped in an alley by vampire hunters who don't believe he's not some sort of demon, with his staked, beheaded ex-lover lying a few feet away from him. Awesome! Fun times!!
[Weakness:] Trusting to a fault, which is a phrase as a writer I hate to use but it describes Brody very, very well. He'll follow complete strangers home without thinking twice. He's also very young and naive, and is completely not ready to take care of himself. [Strengths:] Loyal, and friendly, and likeable; many people find it difficult to really, truly hate him, because he is just so tenaciously loving and accepting of everything and everyone, REGARDLESS of whether or not they're psychopathic murderers with more emotional baggage than is in all of JFK. He has a very strong work ethic.
[Family:] His surviving family consists of a brother, Leslie Dustin, who's 21, and a sister, Katherine Anne (Katie), who's 12. They're both estranged, he has no way of contacting them. His mother and father recently died in a car crash. His extended family is all deceased or estranged. [PB:] Billy Macneil
[Anything else you would like to mention:] uhm... no :D?
RP Samples [RP Sample:] The hotel he checked them into was small. He would have preferred somewhere larger, somewhere a little more high-class, but the fact was it was nearing sunset and what he was concerned the most about was finding somewhere to hole up in that was dark, and where they wouldn't be bothered. So here they were, the door flinging open, his shoes thudding as they crossed the threshold. He could hear the tip-tap-tip of Brody's boots behind him, heard him close the door and close the blinds without even needing to be asked. He sighed, and lay down on the bed...
To Brody, all of this was new and exciting, because he'd barely ever been outside of his small town before, and now he was in a whole nother country in a huge new city. He was scared, of course, but he was also excited. He turned when he heard the bed creak as Daniel lay down on it, climbing up next to him and lying half on top of him. "Can I go out?" he asked.
Daniel groaned, and didn't open his eyes. "Please?" Brody added. "Promise I'll be good. Please, you're just gonna sleep all day and I don't got nothin' to do in here..."
He heard and felt Daniel sigh under him, knew he was thinking about it, and he sweetened the deal by pressing his mouth against the man's neck, kissing on him with one of his legs thrown over his hips. "Please?" he asked again.
Daniel sighed. "All right. You stay on the main streets and in the tourist areas though. And you need to be back here at sunset."
Brody let out a tiny squeal, clinging to him. "I'll be good, promise."
He finally opened his eyes, considering him. It was clear from the expression on his face that he didn't believe him at all, but he was tired, feeling the arrival of the sun, and didn't pursue it. "Hm. Now," he said, turning the boy over and bringing his mouth to his neck, "hold still..."
Brody held very still, feeling the prick in his neck.