Character Name: Brandon Roman Patton.
Nickname: Rabbit, Romeo, Slim, Etc.
Age: Seventeen Years Old.
Gender: Male
Grade: Junior
Subject: N/A.
Race: Human
Play-by: Marshall Mathers/Eminem.
Appearance:

One glance at this boy and the first thing that your mind will probably snort out is the fact that he looks like one of those thugs walking down the street, not necessarily in his features, but more so his style of dress and the fact that he barely shows any emotion on his features. He stands at six feet and three inches, tall when compared to most around, though due to his thin structure, it appears like he’s more than that, for he is what one would deem a slim soul, for unless a shirt is clinging to his bodice, it seems to be baggy on him, the same to say for his pants. Brandon weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds of bones and lean muscle, though even that light sinew shows boldly against that abdomen and chest of his, willing to attract the attention of some females, if he ever wanted it, though all he wishes for is some peace and quiet. His flesh is of a slightly dark milky shade, not nearly tanned, nor an ivory shade, it just finds a pleasant median in between, for he isn't the sportiest guy to stay out in the sun for hours, he prefers just to sit in the shade and scribble down his thoughts in the simple notebook he always carries around like it’s a part of him.

His hair is naturally a darker shade of ochre, seemingly almost ebony, though in certain stations of his positions, you can see the hints of chestnut that show that it isn't completely at one end of the spectrum. He had gone through a phase of bleaching his hair to a blonde to make a statement to his mother, show that she could never take away all his forms of expression, though he has reverted back to his natural color, preferring it over the other. It is kept cut short, never more than a couple of inches long, and it has this fuzzy texture, soft yet coarse at the same time. In normal life, he has good vision, though occasionally when he has to read small lettering, Brandon uses glasses, ones that give him an intellectual aura, yet drawing the attention away from his naturally argent-hazel pools, a shocking mixture between the two, though sometimes depending on the lighting or moment, they shift over to a more cerulean shade, this phenomenon actually thanks to his genetics, having occurred in a few people before.

Now this human’s style of dress is normally what one would expect on a rebellious teenager, yet not the complete stereotype at the same point. He usually wears a pair of skinny jeans with a wallet chain hanging from the pocket, an enormous hoody slipped over his slender chest, either that or shirts that are way too big for him. But every once in a while he does wear upper clothing that fits him perfectly, though he feels uncomfortable, as if someone is staring at him to see if he has any bruises to go along with that beaten face, well, the wounds he has most of the time. He tends to get into a lot of fights because of his solitary needs and aggression, explaining the reason why he always ends up hurt one way or another, be it a pulled muscle or a gash from the blade of a wandering gangster. That notebook that he carries around with him has all of his dreams, secrets, and songs jotted down in them, always attached to the teen, and if you even think of laying your hand on it without permission, be ready to get torn to shreds.

Personality:

Silent && Violent. If there was a pair of terms to describe this boy, it is definitely these two terms, for it is all he is made up of, all because of his past. Brandon is frighteningly antisocial, not wanting anything to do with anyone else, just wanting to be all by himself in some enclosed area with his notebook to write more about what he thinks of the planet, maybe even formulate a rap about those same feelings. He has what is known as selective mutism, meaning that he can talk, just chooses what he wants to say when he wants to say it, actually pretending not to hear most people when they speak to him, either that or he lashes out at them, even if they are trying to be helpful with him. He has a horrid mouth, cursing at everyone and everything, even those innocent from any accusations he makes of them, though this is his way of protecting himself, by driving them away from him, for if they are afraid of him, then they won’t talk to him. The human realizes the fact that he is one of the only normal people at this school, and he doesn't see that as a good thing, for while all the others have all these amazing powers and hatred for his kind, well, that just shows how screwed he is if he manages to piss off a werewolf or something. However, if you do manage to complete the hardy task of getting him attached to you, that is when he probably would just follow you around quietly like some stoic body guard, never letting you out of his side, and add this in with his intense aggression, then you can probably do whatever the hell you want with him backing you up. Slim is violent, ready to fight at any second, his fists always urging for a punch, he doesn't feel guilt at all, especially with a childhood like his, and he justifies that if you interrupt his privacy, then he can shatter your nose. Other than that, when he is in the presence of a lot of other people, such as in class, he’s that teen in the room that nobody wants to mess with, only because they don’t know who he really is, or where he comes from, the mysterious loner that bites like a crocodile, no gaps for friendship available.

History:

Born in the ultimate ghetto of some suburb in Brooklyn, Brandon Roman Patton was born to a drug addicted mother and abusive father, who constantly beat his mama, though when he turned three years old, his papa disappeared from the face of the earth, just leaving the two of his family members behind, not even saying goodbye. Though he was too young to even understand, but it was hard to leave with the woman, all she ever did was yell at him, tell him it was his fault that her husband left, and she withdrew from him, thus making him practically take care of himself. He would go to school and then come back at the age of seven, play in his room, actually hiding in his closet out of fear of his crazed mother who would then come in and drag him out, spat at him some more before landing a few kicks and leaving to go get high somewhere. While some children would've withdrawn and become shy, this actually toughened the boy, making him seal his jaws and become responsive to her touches, smacking one of the boyfriends she brought home when he pushed the kid, not taking anything from some stranger.

Sometimes she forgot how to feed him, once giving him cereal in a bowl filled with oil, having been so hallucinated that she thought it was milk, so he stole some money from her purse and bought food for himself at a gas station. This went on for a while until he reached the age of thirteen, and he began to hang out with the rappers around the subways, underground, and being of a different race than them, they didn't accept him at first, until they listened to his beat and lyrics, actually taking him in like a family, giving him the nickname Rabbit for his rapid tongue and ability to bounce back. Brandon then received a letter that he was accepted into the school for supernaturals called Cry Wolf High, though he didn't know why they wanted him, since he was just a human, but what the hell, it was better than the grungy establishment he was already going to, and he didn't even have a relationship with his mother anymore, so it wasn't like she was going to miss him. He’s just ready to see where his life will take him in this school, be it at the lonely top, or on the plate of some dragon.

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Your Age: Fourteen.
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** Matt Jarrett Quinn, Allison Bliss, Tremaine Morgan, Giselle Abigail Lapollo, Chandler Scott, Keanu Uesugi, Alejandro Esteban Vasquez, & Laertes Andreu Kalivas.

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Sample Post:

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congratulations, mister patton. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

School Enrollment Administration