» brendon richards.

[brendon richards.]

ABOUT YOU::
Name:: julieee.
Age:: olddddd. not really.
Gender:: femalee
How active do you plan to be?:: active :]

YOUR CHARACTER::
Name:: Brendon Jackson Richards.
Age:: Eighteen.
Grade:: Senior/Twelve.
Gender:: Male.
Clique:: The Geeks.♥
Personality::

Gawd to even explain what goes on in Brendon's head is nearly impossible; including how his personality works. It's not like he's a moody bastard, but he's just..confusing, sometimes. I mean, one moment he can be laughing and joking around with a group of his friends and then the next he can be punching walls and throwing around everything he can get his hands on. Okay, so that might be a little dramatic, but he's easily irked at times; especially when you mess with his friends. I guess this leads us to the first fraction of his personality; loyal.

Oh yes, it would be a huge lie to say that Brendon isn't loyal to those he cares about. Bag on his family, sure, he's learned to not care about them, but when you pick at his friends, you're basically picking a big gash at him. Anyways, Brendon is very close to his friends and tends to make them very easily; he's very friendly, to say the least. Since I don't feel like starting another paragraph yet, we're going into Bren's mean side right now; this side of him hardly ever comes out, but it can pretty easily. If you push him hard enough. Which, we're pretty much went over.

Brendon's a nice boy--compassionate, if you will--, sometimes too much for his own good. Like I've said--and if I haven't, I have now--, it's really hard to not get along with Brendon. He's so easy going, it's almost like it's hard for him to say no. This, unfortunately, sometimes leads him to become somewhat of a doormat. Not to say that he doesn't know how to stand up for himself, but sometimes his lack of ability to reject someone gets him taken advantage of. Anyways, Brendon is nice to anyone, pretty much; there are, admittedly, some people even he can't be nice to. Example? Fakes, liars, people he thinks don't have an ounce of nice in even their finger. He has a thing with people not respecting him or his friends, as I've said many times previous,--or even the people around him that he doesn't know. So, if you don't respect anyone but yourself, I suggest not associating with him.

He has a rather short temper, surprisingly, though he prefers simply to keep silent and be silently disdainful of people who annoy him than to raise his voice and chew them out, or to hit them. He's rather a pacifist, but mainly because he's lazy than from any desire to see people love each other. Though when he's drunk, he'll shout just as much as any other person. And that's when it's scary; when Bren actually raises his voice. It's bad enough when he's been bolstered with alcohol, but when he gets so angry he starts to shout completely sober ... that's truly frightening. So, a word to the wise, don't get him mad enough to shout. It's pretty simple.

Mature. Brendon is mature, yes, but it doesn't seem like he has a stick up his arse all the time. He knows when it's time to work and when it's time to have fun, accordingly. Bren's very dedicated to his school work, needless to say, but he doesn't coop himself up with his laptop, school books, and calculator; that's not like him. To be honest, the majority of his personality is based on fun; his appearance may give off a different vibe--what with his rather broad shoulders, thick, confident jaw, and beady brown eyes--but fun is something Brendon knows, if nothing else. That's certainly a way to explain Bren; he knows how to have fun. You're guaranteed to have a laugh around him, whether it's because he's dropping his nerdy knowledge on you and you find it funny, or if it's him actually cracking a joke, or doing something stupid; Brendon is about fun.

Appearance::

There are many distinct features about Brendon that you notice right when you look at him. For example, his pair of beady, entrancing, dark chocolate brown eyes, the strong, defined jawline that his features beholds, and the thin, though slightly more broad, shoulders that curve into his neck; on that, which, Brendon has a vein that pops out whenever he's angry or straining his voice. Oddly enough, some find that feature attractive and charming, even though he hates it to the next century. I'm not saying that he's the most attractive, handsome boy, because he's far from it, but his looks are that of a sheer gentleman. His arms are strong, due to the hobby he'd picked up a rough two years ago; the guitar. A hug from him is like a hug from your father; strong, caring, and somewhat bear-like, if that's a way to describe a hug.

More often than most would prefer, you'll find a ridiculous beige, or black, beanie covering his rich blonde hair. Not that his hair is very long, so it's not that hard to cover with a simple beanie, though strands do poke out to the side of his forehead, around his ears. Though he dies it a darker brown occasionally, Brendon really doesn't mind the sheer blonde colour of hair his genes have stuck him with; honestly, he quite likes it. He claims that, because his cheeks tend to flush and/or turn a slightly rosy colour, it 'contrasts well'; and this, my friends, is where his geeky side comes out. See, just by looking at him, you can't really tell that he's got his nose in a book quite often--the only thing that would give it away is the Star Wars or Wicked hoodies he owns and wears around the privacy of his dorm. But, alas, there are those little characteristics that stick hi right back into the geek category. Beside the point, though, that is.

Brendon is a rather thin boy, though he would never see to it, nor admit that it was true. He's had mild...er, problems in the past, but he's over those; at least, he claims. But, alas, you can usually see the boy's ribs if he's not wearing a shirt; nothing too defined, but the thin lines of his bones are easily seen by the human eye. Of course, you'd have to catch Brendon without a shirt on, first; and I bid you good luck. As we may have gone over, Brendon's not exactly the most comfortable with his body. Regardless, he's got a few things to show off if he was to take his shirt off; go to the pool, the beach, etcetera. A simple, thick-framed star is inked onto his chest, along with the mirror image of the star on his foot. That one's more easily spottable; and what one will most likely ever see.

His mouth is a confusing subject; there's some things he loves about it, some he hates, and some he just loves to hate. First off, there's his teeth; he can't stand them. He'd rather have no teeth than have the ones he has. To be perfectly honest, though, they're not that bad. I mean, a little crooked, sure, but it's hard to come across perfect teeth these days without braces, right? Besides, he likes to blame his heritage; I dunno if you've ever heard the rumour that British gents have horrible teeth, but Brendon likes to believe it. Just to make himself feel better. Either way, his teeth really aren't that horrible. Now, his most distinguishing facial feature--not counting his jaw--is one of those that he loves to hate; his solitary dimple. For some odd, genetic--so he likes to say--reason, Brendon's ended up with a single dimple on his left cheek. Sometimes he thinks it makes him look ridiculous, while other times it only works for him; some girls thinks it's the most adorable thing they've laid eyes on.

To be frank, Brendon isn't the most attractive boy of the academy, as I've mentioned, but he could hold his own. Sure, there was a few things that could be adjusted--wardrobe, at times, hair style, again, at times--but, we really won't go into those. Besides, Brendon could complain and bitch about the way he looks for hours; it would never end, I tell you!

Flaws::
»his teeth are 'hideous'. he's 'too short'. he has a small torso. his feet are 'too big'. he's a neat freak.
Likes::
»music, guitar, vocals, writing, the English language, horror films, old films, films in general, skittles, good hygiene, good novels, whipped creme, video recorders, record players, shoes, technology, food, sleeping, running, reading, rainbows, hugs, rain, clouds, snow, jackets, beanies, kitties, science, hot chocolate, disco balls, unicorns, rubber duckies, piano, soup, playgrounds, road trips.
Dislikes::
»hair spray, aggressiveness, excuses, back-stabbers, talk shows, shopping, fakes, liars, really strong people, beaches, insensitivity, being cold, judging, supernatural things, airplanes, bugs, silence, large bodies of water, lazy people, his birthday, failure, drama, stupid drama, immaturity, bad grammar/spelling, backstabbers, small crowds, lack of hygiene.

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History::

Brendon was spoiled. Oh yes, Mr. Nice Guy was spoiled silly as a young tyke. You'd think he'd be a spoiled brat now that the connections are cut off, having gotten every single thing, and more, that he wanted while growing up, but his parent's antics seemed to give him a bitter attitude on everything. At least everything that reminded him of them--I would say their smiling faces, but Bren doesn't even remember what they look like when they smile. Why? Well, let's start from the beginning.

On a lovely, bright, sunny Thursday afternoon, Brendon Jackson was brought into the world. oh if only the people he currently didn't like had known, they'd demand him to be shoved right back into his mother. As it was, he came out crying, like every child would be, at precisely two thirty-four in the afternoon. He was a joy until about fifteen, we all wonder what happened to the little guy. Well, perhaps it was the whole thing about his parents never being home, sending him presents from Cuba, China, Japan, London, and Australia, accordingly. Sure, the presents were delicious and awfully thoughtful, but the presents that Brendon would actually appreciate never showed up, hardly ever; his parents. Every seventeenth of July was just like the next from when he was three years old and on; the butler would wake him up while the maid would shove him into the shower so she could tidy up his room. He'd get out of said shower to the smell of pancakes and bacon, sometimes hash browns, eggs, and toast, too. Every single time he's hoped to take the last step from off the stairs and see Danny and Tom's smiling faces from the eating table. But, alas, it was only the two maids and the content butler until he was fifteen years old. Why then? Well, that was his question, too, until he took a seat at the table and began eating his toast in silence.

Silence. Yes, silence, on his fifteenth birthday. Of course, it ended up to only be that way because his parents were to share the news that they were to move to Florida while he went to California to live with his Aunt Josephine; oh joy. That was the last time he would stand for hearing his father say "You doin' okay, sport?" and then clap him on the shoulder before getting onto the plane and leaving once more. Oh no, that was the last time; Brendon would see to it. From then on he's always been a bitter little boy--now, not so little--to pretty much anything that reminds him of his family; horses, since he was given about five every two years, birthdays, jewelry, house keeping, etc. He doesn't give anyone the time of day if he doesn't think they have hope of getting through to him; he doesn't want to waste his time, these days, with people who remind him of his parents.

Family:: Daniella[Danny] Richards; 38. Thomas[Tom] Richards; 41.
Pets?:: Bumper --> Beagle, half a year old.
Other/Extras:: »he has an unnatural fear of large bodies of water. and flying in airplanes.
What was wrong with the list?:: nine was missing, silly.[/size]