Brody Hathaway

[brody]

Finished? Yessssssssss. And I know there's colour, but its to help keep it from getting confusing to the others.


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Kitty!
Gender: F (heh)
Experience: Looooooads
Location: Dublin

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Broderick Griffith Hathaway… “Brody”
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: November 18th, 1988
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Dreamwalking _ A dreamwalker has the ability to enter into a sleeping person’s dreams at will, usually just by concentrating on said person. It is much like Astral Projection, but into the dream world rather than reality. Extremely skilled and practised Dreamwalkers may develop the ability to visit people who are still awake. If this happens, only that person can see the dreamwalker’s “projection” of themselves.
When Brody found out what he could do, he went out of his way to hone his skills. He’d spend hours on end practising and forcing himself to degrees which he knew could only pay off. After three years of such a gruelling regime he has managed quite a bit, but knows he has much to learn yet. To enter into a person’s dreams he has to focus, concentrate… the further away they are the harder he as to try. When it works, he enters their dreams as if they had thought him up and put him there. He can’t create dreams or give people dreams, but he can occupy existing ones and communicate with the ‘dreamer’. The one drawback of dreamwalking is that the person whose dreams he occupied may not remember in the morning when they wake. He is literally part of their dream; part of their imagination. Even if they do remember, there’s nothing different (to them) between a dream that he occupied and one that he didn’t, so how would they know?
When he’s in someone’s dream, he can affect it with his own actions.
He can’t enter a dream if that person isn’t dreaming in the first place.
If he’s in a dream, and the person wakes up before he leaves, he experiences a mild form of shock (sweats, short of breath) when he’s back to his normal (whole) self.
Beliefs: Brody’s strongest beliefs are reserved for his father. Glynn Hathaway cannot stand the mere existence of the Tainted, and Brody loves to spook him with it. To be honest he half expects the old man to turn around and kill him like he’s always threatened to.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: Brightest icy blue, intimidating and hard to ignore.
Hair: Blonde hair messily spiky as if it was just naturally meant to be so.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 190lb
Distinguishing Features: Brody has a tattoo on his right bicep. If it doesn’t make sense to you, mind your own business.
All of the Hathaway’s share two common features; the piercing, icy blue eyes and pale blonde hair.
Other: Brody stands at 6’1” tall with biting blue eyes and fair hair. His lean muscles reflect his devotion to whatever sport took his attention and his health in general, he keeps fit by at least running up a sweat at dawn on the backroads near his home. A smile, a warm and sincere one, is rare but not unheard of, his usual expression being one of disdain and impatience. Well, with this many idiots around every day, wouldn't you look like you were ready to snap?



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
+ Ten’s temper, which he missed desperately.
+ Girls… or, women, specifically.
+ Sports. Anything; basketball, football, track, etc.
+Anything to keep him occupied.
+ Most of his family
+ Privacy
+ Power
+ Control
+ Telling people they’re wrong
+ Sport and keeping fit in general
+ Darkness
+ The occasional cigarette
Dislikes:
+ Ten’s temper… he doesn’t always miss it.
+ His father
+ Being told he’s wrong
+ Injustice
+ Being dyslexic
+ Weakness
+ Prejudice
+ Ducks
The Good Points:
Sharp tongued and more than just a little talented when it comes to the opposite sex.
Brody is insufferably loyal despite his lacking ability to make friends.
He also has a decent singing voice. Ok, a good one. Fine, a damn brilliant one. But he doesnt sing. He doesnt sing for anyone expect to get his sisters to sleep.
The Bad Points:
He has been known to use his fists or a biting remark to get out of a sticky situation, but if he can avoid it he won’t.
He is insanely protective of ‘his girls’, a term that stretches to include not only his sisters, but his best friend as well. If ever there was something to get his temper boiling its someone overstepping their mark when it comes to them. Bottom line; don’t even try it. he has a wickedly bad temper and you wont want to cross it.
Habits:
He has a few bad habits and strange quirks that no one knows of. When he gets stressed (and when he thinks he can get away with it) he resorts to an old bad habit – smoking. It doesn’t happen often, maybe once in a month or two. It used to be a regular thing with his brother, Kynan. Ten was the one who made sure he all but lost the habit, but without her around, what’s the point?
Possessions/Obsessions/Other: He has been on one sports team or another since he was old enough to walk, and his body is more than enough evidence of how hard he trains.
He also has a very strange phobia… ducks. When he was a tyke he and his sister, Enid, were attacked by a few by the lake close to his home, and since then (though he’s obviously far beyond the size of your average duck) the quacking monsters give him the chills. NO ONE knows this outside of his family, and he’d hurt anyone that did.
Lastly, Brody is dyslexic. In his younger years he was chronically so, but recently he isn't so bad. He just takes longer to read something (often having to read it several times to make sense at all) and his writing is most often riddled with mistakes, which he usually corrects with a bit of effort.




o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales
Family:
Father, Glynn and mother, Taffy.
& Children in order and in relation to a ‘current date’ of February, 2008:
Imogen Aim, born February 1986. Age 22.
Broderick Griffith, born November 1988. ~ Age 19.
Kynan Merfyn, born June 1990. ~ Age 17.
Baeddan Aberthol, born June 1990. ~ Age 17.
Enid Briallen, born Aug 1991, deceased, below.
Aelwyn Gwenhwyfar, born June 1992. Age 15.
Enid, died Dec 1995, aged 4 years, 4 months.
Sian Eiry, born October 1997. Age 10.
Isolde Maelona, born June 2001. Age 6.
Morgan Delyth, born February 2005. Age 3.
The younger children, all those born after Aelwyn, don’t know of Enid’s existence. Any trace of the girl was stored away in the attic and the children were sworn by their father never to even mention her name again. So they tend not to talk about her that much even outside of the home by habit. Ten doesn’t know Enid existed.

History:
Taffy Dunroe had always dreamed of a perfect family. She grew up with four sisters and adored her childhood, and as far back as she could remember had wanted to create a world like that for a family of her own. When she met Glynn Hathaway, a man with potential in every aspect of his life, she was smitten. It didn’t take long before she had her dream; a daughter and a husband…

Glynn Hathaway had little to complain about when it came to his professional life, stepping from strength to strength and promotion to promotion in a matter of months. Soon he was hoarding in more money than he knew what to do with while before then he could just about manage to cope. He had a wife and daughter, a steady job and an average two-bedroom home in Cardiff, Wales, and life was good. For a few years anyway. Before long he became more interested in his profession than his family, and Taffy’s dream began to dissolve.

Broderick Griffith was born second, younger brother to Imogen Aim. The first few months of his life, though he cannot remember it himself, was one of hardship for his family. He and his sister, older by just a few years, were as oblivious to the tension in their world as the rest of the people who knew their parents. All anyone ever knew was that Glynn and Taffy hit a rough spot in their marriage as so many couples do, took a few months apart where Glynn stayed in their mediocre family home with their daughter and Taffy stayed with a friend. Soon enough things were mended, no doubt helped along by the fact that Taffy was then pregnant and Glynn had a responsibility to his children, unborn or otherwise.

The following years flew past in normalcy. They soon moved to a larger home in the Welsh midlands and settled easily. Little over a year after their first boy was born they were blessed with two more, and then another daughter a year after that, and another a year after her. With the rapidly growing family there was a constant traffic of children, Hathaway or not, streaming through the huge house relatively easily.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck about two years after Aelwyn was born. Enid fell ill. Being their first little sister, Brody took a real shining to her, and they had been inseparable. He adored that little girl and when she died he was sure the aching inside him would never go away. He was only six, but the bond he had with her could challenge even the closest of friends.

Growing up, the Hathaway’s lived in a part of the world that saw little traffic or excitement, where everyone knew everyone else. This included a girl, close to Brody’s age, that lived across the river; a decent walking distance. He cant remember when he met her, or how, but for as long as he can remember Ten Everard had been as much a Hathaway as he had been.

As much as they had changed over the years they were friends, Brody was the one who changed the most, and especially after they started middle school together. When puberty hit (and hit early, too) and angry messages started to flood back home from fathers of girls he took interest in, it seemed like the trigger Glynn was waiting for, and for years Brody had to cover the bruises with clothes and the broken bones with stories of daring adventures once again. Because this wasn’t the first time it had been so. Before and after Enid’s death, Brody was a walking target for the unpredictable man.

Ten was the only person that knew the real Glynn Hathaway outside of the family. She knew of his hunger for power and domination in his work and at home. She knew how he spent most of his time on the road, and how those times were the happiest in the Hathaway house, and how when he was home things changed. Ten was the one who asked questions when Brody showed up for school with bruised skin or a broken bones, and didn’t believe Brody’s cover story that the twins did it. And Ten was the one who asked questions when the beatings stopped and she was the one who talked Brody down from doing serious damage to his father when the beatings started up again... this time on Izzy, his little sister.

It wasn’t long after that, when Brody was fifteen, that Glynn, for reasons still unknown to Brody, decided to pack up everyone and move off to France before Taffy gave birth to the latest addition to the family. They moved to a house bigger than what they had back in Wales, way down south of France in the countryside between Marseille and a pretty little village called San.

None of it mattered to Brody, because he could have moved to the Seychelles or the Carribbean or anywhere fifty times as exotic or exciting and he wouldn’t have cared. He wanted to be back in Wales. Ten was in Wales; his best friend, is only true friend. And he had to leave her behind. He wasn’t old enough to stay behind by himself, otherwise he would have. He would have done anything…

He was dropped into San’s schooling system with Kynan, Baeddan, Aelwyn and Sian. The initial idea was to send them to some private schools in Marseille, but in protest none of them, especially Brody, would take to the French language tutoring they badly needed before going there. So they were left to San where most of the children could speak English anyway, and Glynn left them to their own devices. In his view they were ungrateful rats, and he really didn’t care.

These days Brody’s in his first year of University in Marseille. (Yes, I know…) He’s studying sports sciences, biology and chemistry, and to be honest it’s just an excuse for him to live off his parent’s wealth still. Where he’ll take his skills after that is anyone’s guess.

It’s been three and a half years since Brody has seen Ten. They keep in contact with emails, phone calls, and anything else they can manage, but in Glynn’s own words, as long as Brody lives under his roof, he’s not going back to see that whore of a girl…

Brody’s also trying to find somewhere else to live.



m i s c

RP Sample: From HIJA:::
Brody was awake before the sun had truly risen. The night before had given him a headache as his mind battled with his heart, finally winning out and had him holding his ground in his room. He had heard her temper vent against anything portable in her range and had jumped once or twice as his conscience persuaded him that not even a brick wall would barricade her wrath. It was with a heavy heart that he fell asleep, and woke up surprisingly rested a few hours later. He started at the ceiling, watching a blade of dawn light cut across the smooth plaster until it reached the light shade. He blinked at the slow path of illumination before realising he wasn’t going to get back to sleep.

The clock on the bedside table ticked past 7am as he pulled himself from bed and went to the window. A light dusting of morning frost paled the landscape, glittering at him as the world woke to a new day. He stretched and felt his muscles ache from the tension they held since the previous night. The fresh air outside was beckoning him, and he decided that his shower could wait an hour if he just went out. It didn’t matter if he was at home, in Hogwarts or anywhere else; if he was stressed there was only one thing that could ease it. He changed quickly, pulling on loose-fitting joggers and a t-shirt. He grabbed his mp3 player from the desk and headed downstairs.

He deliberately didn’t wear a sweater even in the biting cold, positive that once he started moving the extra weight would only hold him back. In the porch he stretched his core muscles to the sound of Fall Out Boy’s Calm Before The Storm before jogging down the steps and onto the footpath. He knew the area quite well, but if it wasn’t for his admirable sense of direction he knew he would get lost. Ten’s home was completely different to his. Where he grew up it was rare to find a neighbouring house and even rarer to come across their occupants, but here there was a house ever hundred yards or so, each one as affluent and domineering as the last. His feet pounded on the concrete as he ran, picking up speed unconsciously as his body started to push itself, the cold on his bare forearms forgotten. Traffic this early in the morning was scarce, and he only passed the milkman on the path. He listened to his breathing and pounding heart in his chest as he continued, tracks changing one after another in his ears as he barely registered the songs at all.

He continued until he reached a set of traffic lights that flashed a bright red stick figure, ordering him to stop, and so he did. It was then that he checked his watch and realised that the half-light he had left in had fully bloomed into morning and that he had been out for almost 40 minutes already. Realistically he should have turned back a while ago, but had gotten so lost in what he was doing he got sidetracked. He turned there and retraced his steps, winding down half an hour later as he neared the Everard driveway. He rounded the corner onto the gravel drive and lifted his gaze to the window he knew to be Ten’s. The curtains had been drawn open, and there was a good chance that she would be in the kitchen when he went in. The thought had him prolonging the cool-down stretches, knowing that whatever she would face him with was going to be intense.

Finally he went through the back door that was always left open in the waking hours, and stepped into the warmth of the kitchen. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes met those of Charlotte rather than Ten, unsure which sister he’d rather be around at the moment. He smiled at the beaming girl before killing the music that fed his mind and jamming the headphones into his pocket. She asked him if he was hungry, which he affirmed, then told him she was making enough toast for two or three people. He thanked her suspiciously, not used to such a gesture, before escaping to the downstairs bathroom. He washed his hands and face, the water warm against his cold skin. He hadn’t worked up a considerable sweat, and so decided to have breakfast before showering.

Over breakfast Charlotte told him how her parents had left for some family visit early in the hope that they’d get home in the evening in time to spend with their sons. Scott and Daniel were to arrive within the hour and were staying for a few days, according to the bubbly blonde now talking around her toast. Brody asked what the plans were for those days, to which Charlotte shrugged, dusted off her hands and got to her feet. She mentioned something about her changing before they arrived and it was then he noticed she still wore her pyjamas. The baby pink top and dark navy pants were so typical of what Charlotte wore in the day that he hadn’t realised.

She made to leave, but Brody watched as something out of his sight stopped her. It was then that she spoke, and he could hear Ten’s voice reply in kind. He listened to every word as his eyes unfocused on the half-slice of toast on the plate in front of him, and a nip of bitterness tugged on him as he realised that the closest thing to an apology he as going to receive was what he had just overheard. He stiffened his back as Charlotte left and Ten entered and froze at the sight of him, determined now more than ever that he wouldn’t bend to her wishes. Yes, he knew he was in the wrong too, but after hearing her flaunt to her sister he vowed that he wasn’t going to be the first to apologise. He would just have to dodge it.

He watched her as she past him, eyes sweeping over her and lingering on the legs he already knew to be amazing. The fact that she went to such an extreme; to wear not only a skirt but a pink one, had his eyebrows raised at her expectations. He thought for a moment as his gaze shifted to her backside momentarily before snapping back to his plate just in time for her not to notice. He considered his options, and considered the best outcome for himself for once. He didn’t look at her when she sat down and started to peel her orange, the silence deafening and quickly thickening the tension between them.

They sat like that for several minutes – enough time for Brody to finish his toast and leave the table to put the plate aside for washing. Behind her back he spared another look in her direction, quelling the urge to grovel and not to be on the receiving end of her glare. He was bored of being in the wrong, but being cold like this was also wearing thin. With a deep breath he returned to the table and crouched down next to her, a caressing hand rested gently on her bare knee. She refused to look at him, even looking down her nose at the fruit she was about to ingest.

He lifted his hand and traced his fingertips along her delicate and currently overly-perfected cheek before placing a finger under her chin and turning her to him. He leaned closer, his gaze dropping to her sulking lips before he pressed his own to them. The kiss was gentle only in physical strength, and lasted a minute before he grudgingly pulled away just far enough to focus on her confused eyes. He could see her inner battle as she tried to decide what to do and how to react.

“I’m going to go shower and change. Wait for me and I’ll be back down, or if you actually want to talk to me before then come find me.”

He got to his feet and left through the door she had come from ten minutes before without looking back at her, and took the stairs two at a time. He had no idea what was running through Ten’s mind right then, but he knew his own head was swimming with the thoughts and worries that his run was meant to have cleared.

Character Model: Chad Michael Murray

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