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Brody Glover uses he / him / his pronouns.
The hoodlum, he never makes any GD sense - you can usually find him being chased out of some place by some person with a badge. He has a penchant for standing on the side of the road on a literal soap box spouting about Lord knows what. Some people think he's crazy, some people think he's funny, most people think he's annoying.
Affiliations His tribe of outcasts
Appearance 10.12 early twenties / Blue eyes / Brown Hair (often bleached and dyed) / 5'11" / svelte
Tattoo on his neck - a fanged mouth, with '8x hell' leaking from it. Snakebites or septum piercing, occasionally. Calloused fingers and various scars - predominately a jagged one on his thumb. Dark-haired young female's portrait on inner-arm, above left wrist. Scribbled design on the same place on the right, with the letters M.O.B. and the number 7 incorporated, various other scattered tattoos.
Abilities He can move hyper-fast but his brain (and particular his vision) tend to have a hard time keeping up, and this gets worse the longer he uses this ability. This means a lot of full body slamming into walls; luckily he heals on the quick, but both of these abilities are touchy and consume lots of calories.
Strengths Fast. Despite whatever else he might tell you (or to what length he might go making the absurd point you can't be sure he hasn't already forgotten) Brody's greatest strength is, far and away, being quick. Whether in speed of escape, thought, or mouth, the boy can run circles around even the trimmest pig, and it was that alone that's saved his ass on more occasions than one could care to count.
Confident. Brody has a strong sense of morality - though getting him to explain it is not a headache you want to bring on yourself - and so long as he adheres to it, there is little to nothing you can do to shake his world. He aligns strongly with what he sees to be 'punk sensibilities', and so long as he's got a core group of friends he's bone-loyal to, who he can drink and do stupid things, there's nothing you can say to put him off his game. Good luck attempting to use sarcasm, shame, or any passive-aggressive tactics to get to him, and anything more direct is just as easily brushed off. You're never going to make him feel silly or out of place in a million years, even standing buck-ass-naked in the middle of the park.
Clever. Because of his behavior and manner of dress it's easy to underestimate the boy, and that's exactly how he likes it. More than clever, he's resourceful, and never too good for something made 99% out of duct tape.
Weaknesses Disestablishmentarianist. Admittedly, the word doesn't really fit (he's not even British) but it's long and he likes it, so there. The point is that he is not the world's biggest fan of authority, and that old story about fighting the law usually rings pretty true. He's never going to win the promotion, let alone keep his job, he's always going to get pulled in - regardless of whether or not he actually committed the crime - and he'll likely die in some prison or face-down on some sidewalk, because even if he did respect those in power, living off of mostly ketchup and a few hours of sleep a night is not exactly healthful.
Impertinent. His casual attitude and sometimes cross into disrespectful waters, and there's no going back at that point. His ability to deal with things in a surreal or downright ridiculous manner occasionally bars him from being as sympathetic as he should when the people around him are struggling with things. This effects his relationship with himself as he often neglects his own needs, and is dismissive of any concerns shown by others.
Obsessive. He has an addictive personality when it comes to things he finds that help him to validate his existence - heroes, music, drugs, you name it. This rarely strays into him being obsessed over the people he knows on the day-to-day however, as he's often too distracted by being in love with himself. Because of his level of self-worship, he refuses to sacrifice 'personal expression' no matter the cost, and generally to his own severe detriment.
Pets A rather small and grumpy black cat of advanced years. Female, altered - answers to 'Bottle.' Named after a misheard Misfits song.
NPCs / Close Relations No Information
More InfoHis childhood was whatever. No one put him in the hospital for years, he got the regular amount of school yard bullying and none of his teachers touched him on places he’d later have to relive with a creepy therapist and his dolls. His mom was lame (which was his best was of covering up his stupid, eternal love for her) his dad was even more lame for validating her lameness and making her change her name to something housewife like ‘June’ and his sister was the new puppy that everyone else would be just as disappointed with when they realized that they would have to pay for her vet bills and clean up her poop.
He did his thing, and he made his friends, and it was middle school that sucked. Because he’d managed to make friends with people that didn’t feel the need to buy into the general conformist idiocy that was being shelled out to their generation via a combined effort by the Disney Channel and Hot Topic – hurry up and choose your sides! And then, of course, his fucking best friend had to go off and get sent to a different school than the one he was going to attend. This one - the one he was in - would be more military oriented and get the boy’s head more squarely on his shoulders, so said his father.
Or some stupid shit like that.
He lasted a few months before he was kicked out. That was disappointing. The whole taking a few months thing, at any rate.
Somehow he’d talked him mom into public school, which was alright for awhile. The drug and music scene was something close to unrefined, which usually wasn’t an issue for him until he found himself up for days like every other stupid tweaker kid out there turning their brain into mush. It was then that he went off on his long rant about drugs, and the government’s attempts to control and sedate you with them until they could be bothered to come around and collect you and secure you a nice little cage with three squares and all the good, good lovin' you could want. He explained that they had all been chipped, and attempted to remove said chip mostly resulting in the loss of a lot of blood. And so he’d driven his ass to rehab, and once he’d gotten out they drove him right back home.