Brenden Taylor Scott

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Character Name: Brenden Taylor Scott
Nickname(s): B-Scott or just Brenden
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Jock
Weight: 190
Height: 6'0
Appearence:

Brown eyes captivate the audience before him as a beautiful jawline follows. Having had his nose broken once he now has a bit of a bump in the middle though it still seems straight for the most part. A light tan brings color to his chiseled athletic body. Hair is usually shabby though has a darker feel to it. Of course he can be described best as tall, dark and handsome.

Clothes consist of a mixture. Mostly he wears best brand labels though can rock just about anything. Ideally he likes to be comfy and for that reason it is found to be that he wears jeans and t-shirts a lot. Another accessory that typically comes with the package is an ear phone hanging downward as another clings to the inside of his left ear. I-phone in hand this boy is usually set.

A few different scars run up and down his body. On his upper left shoulder is a scar that reaches three inches long. Though it is semi thick it isn't too bad. The other scar that follows that story can be found on mid chest though it holds the length of about an inch and seems more raggedy. Other than those two scars he has one last one on his right side.

Personality:

Having a positive outlook on life and full of energy, versatility, adventurousness and eagerness to extend experience beyond the physically familiar he is a people person. He enjoys traveling and exploration, the more so because his mind is constantly open to new dimensions of thought. Basically ambitious and optimistic he keeps the attitude even when his hopes are dashed. His strongly idealistic nature can also suffer many disappointments without being affected. Honorable, honest, trustworthy, truthful, generous and sincere, with a passion for justice are other major parts of his persona.

He's usually on the side of the underdog in society and will fight for any cause he believes to be just, and is prepared to be rebellious. He balances loyalty with independence. Having both profound and widely ranging minds, equipped with foresight and good judgment, he can be witty of a conversationalist. Loving to initiate new projects he thinks rapidly, is intuitive and often original, but is better at adapting than inventing and is at his best when working with colleagues of other types of character that compliment his own.

Of course with all these finer things come his darker side. He can be blindly optimistic, careless, irresponsible, superficial, tactless and restless. Most of the time he can shove these down but to be on his bad side is one's ultimate death wish. Temper doesn't come as quick as it once did but when it shows it's horns it takes a lot to calm him down. Usually a hug from a lovely girl and some calm words will do him justice quiet easy.

History:

Tesla played in the boy's garage as the sun came up. "Forty five." Brown eyes seemed more intense as he listened closely to lyrics. Of course it was the guitar and melody of such music that got to him. "...forty nine." "Don't let the things from the past eat you up inside, Now here we go, on with the show, making our way, just to live for today, it's in my sight, and the time is right, for taking a bow into the now." Lyrics continued onward as Brenden stood and started on another routine.

Knocking out his crunches he was onto pull ups. "...three..." Images flashed before his eyes as he envisioned his father and what he would never be. It seemed to all stick in his head as he tried to get rid of it. Mother had helped kiss his wounds growing up. She had patted his back when he cried and kissed his forehead when he was adorable. Why could this have gotten so out of control.

"Now that it's all been said and done, do you like what you've become, now that it's all but over, you haven't changed and what a shame." Tesla continued to play as his emotion became wrapped around his past. "...eleven." Getting angrier, the more he though of it, the quicker he went. It seemed that anger fulled him best.

School was a place of which he could escape the insanity created within his mind. Only there could he could find there was the football field that lay green with shaven down grass. Sounds of cheerleaders and screaming fans motivated him even more so. The louder they were the more he would knock out some really good plays.

Envisioning his father again he imagined what he could have done differently the night of the incident. Finishing his set of pull ups he switched to push ups. What if he had just pushed him back? What if he had unleashed all that he had learned within his MMA classes? Would his mother have been alright? All these remained unanswered but for now Brenden would continue to beat himself up mentally.

As a baby his parents had been nothing but supportive. Enrolling him into the best schools they expanded his intelligence of music that had far exceeded his age. By four years old he now could take on chords and such while playing guitar. Of course, what then followed with his music lessons was the history of rock n' roll. Father dreamt of being a musician but his life style and up bringing had forbidden that type of playful and reckless behavior. Therefore, he experimented with Brenden who took a lot of interest at first.

Going into middle school the boy found that the boys whom most girls would flaunt to consisted of tough guys, skater boys and the oh so famous jock. 6th grade had began with a number of friends from grade school who all shared the boy's intelligence and interest in music. Of course it also occurred to him that they were the few that would get picked on and such by others. Mostly he stood up for them until the day that an eighth grade cheerleader asked him if he partied. Shaking his head the eager seventh grader followed her after school to a kick back that held outrageous amounts of alcohol and a bowl of pills.

This had been upper class living. A cocktail party was the name of this get together and the moment those assorted pills hit his tongue he felt in heaven. A 'hot' girl was flaunting his way and everyone looked like they felt so free. Not to mention this was the year that Brenden had began to come to certain realizations about his family. They weren't the well rounded family he had been tricked into believing they were. Father was by no means perfect nor was mother. Both lost their pedestals as he realized just how human they were.

Yelling would occur late at night as the pain filled sounds of his mother rang in his ear. Some nights it was about an affair though he had no idea what that meant and others it was about something completely different. "twenty three..." Continuing to count he watched the rays of sun slowly creeping up his garage. Of course once he reached the number of satisfaction he changed to another routine. Now it was all about the legs as he worked the machine.

As the weights went up and leg bench went down he continued to reminisce in his bitter sweet life. 8th grade had come and go and still he was with the popular crowd of middle school. The only major thing was that he had dumped all those goody two shewed friends that kept him sane. Feeling alone he had a girlfriend who made it worse. Constantly nagging at him to change he tried for her and gave it his all. This relationship lasted until tenth grade when he got slapped in the face for trying to hug her while she yelled at him for nothing as usual. He was done and that day he walked away.

All he had left was football, which he had picked up back in the second semester of seventh grade. That and guitar were his two best friends. He wasn't by any means an addict he simply experimented. Of course once football came around he would strictly drink. His mother had long since shut down and his father had been the cause of it. What he would witness later on the night of his sophomore championship he wished he could have gotten out of his mind. To shorten the traumaticy things had gone way out of hand and that night things changed for the worse.

Cops were called and it went on Brenden's record. Although he wouldn't admit to what took place the court found him guilty and gave him community service which of course he knocked out come next football season. Mother, again, protected his reputation and made sure that this incident was hidden by the media severely. Cut out of the news it was as if nothing had happened. Only when researched could any one find out what happened to the scott's that tragic night.

Shuddering Brenden stopped his work out and took a breather. The sun was up and it was a new day. Wiping the sweat that had beaded on his forehead he stood and walked into the house. Getting ready for another day of school he found that it was easier living with his older brother in law and for that was truly thankful everything had happened as it did. Sometimes he still worried for his mother's sake but today was going to be a good day.

Sample Rp:

I also play Renata Nicole Pricee.

Celeb:

Sean Faris

Out Of Character:

My name is Vegas and I am 18. I have role played for 6 years and you can contact me via email at [e-mail]

[( shannon )]

This was very good and very thought out. He's strongly developed. I would give a more in depth review of this because it really is great, but I'm like half asleep, haha. I can give you a full edit tomorrow if you'd like. Accepted! (: