David Lee Brackett
Jun 21, 2011 20:49:18 GMT -5
Post by David Brackett on Jun 21, 2011 20:49:18 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: David Lee Brackett
Nicknames: None
Age: 19 [Birthday: August 10, 1990]
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Farmhand / Horse Trainer
Powers: Pony Whispering (Telepathic communication with horses)
Play By: Jake Gyllenhaal
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? Nothing in particular.
General Appearance: David's slightly wavy brown hair is cut fashionably short, drifting to one side from the consisten motion of running his hand through it when he's nervous. His skin is a slightly tanned peach color, which is odd considering the amount of time he spends out in the sun, but he is by no means pale. Blue-gray eyes stare out from under straight, dark brows. His lips are fairly thin, but always curved up in at least the barest of smiles- David isn't really one for frowning. Takes too much effort, he jokes. He stands at about 6'4", though there's the slightest of slouches, bringing him down to appear more like 6'3" (a whole lot of difference, I know). He's fit, his muscles are lean, but that's to be expected from working on the farm and handling the stock there. David prefers casual dress, a simple t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but when he's on the job, working as a horse trainer, he dresses more cowboy than normal, complete with jeans, button down shirt, boots, and hat. Really, no cowboy wears that day in and day out, but his clients expect him to look the cliched role, so he does it rather than have to explain himself over. and over. and over again.
David drives an old blue pick up truck, a Ford as it were, though the logo had long been since removed, as had a fair amount of paint. It wasn't his first choice of vehicle, a hand-me-down from when his father purchased a newer truck, but it pulled his horse trailer, and that's really all David could hope for. The man has two horses he often takes with him, a buckskin quarterhorse gelding named Frog (it was a long story), and a blue roan pinto mare named Cheshire. It's not unusual to witness David riding into town on one or the other, even occasionally visiting Hammel on horseback. ("No, I didn't ride here. It's a four hour trip, Cheshire would die. I drove the Ford.")
Personality: David's a good kid, hardworking and determined. He won't let a challenge get in his way, though it's best not to challenge him. His methods of solving problems are... influenced. Step one, Approach situation. Cautiously. Step two, poke situation. Step three, decide if situation is good or bad. Step four A, if good, frolic and play. Step four B, if bad, trample. End. Yeah, he's an odd one. David prefers the company of horses over all else, human or animal, though he's good with other creatures too. Except spiders. When encountering an eight-legged monster, David goes from Step One to Step Four B, skipping everything in between. Instant-death. It's almost funny the amount of fear he shows around arachnids, though really, who could blame him. They're creepy. Because of this, pest control is his second best friend (equines being his first). Oh man he loves pest control. Insect genocide huzzah!
The man is definitely a leader, albeit a flirtatious one, and he love when he has pretty company at hand, of the gentler sex. Men are... Well, he has some rules. Does the phrase 'exit only' mean anything to you? It does to him. He has difficulty following orders, often hearing the commands and substituting his own, because he knows better, right? Some good rules of thumb when dealing with this rather stubborn man: Ask, don't assume. Never say 'you need to', because he doesn't. When inviting him to an event, be sure to say the starting time is two hours ahead of when you expect everyone to arrive. He gets stuff done, but he does it his own way, in his own time, and will rarely do the same thing twice in a week's time. That's too... normal for him, too routines, and routines are like chocolate- some people love them, but he prefers avoiding them wherever possible.
Your Vices
Likes: Horses, pest control, hard work, being in charge, gummy worms, pretty ladies ;D
Dislikes: Laziness, excuses, chocolate, spiders, chocolate spiders, beer, cigarette smoke
Strengths: Making decisions, improvising, seeking and destroying all manner of eight-legged monsters
Weaknesses: Following routines, making plans, arriving on time, guesstimating, cooking
Fears: Spiders, being outcast, death, large fires, small children
Secret: He is legitimately afraid of children younger than the age of 18months. He doesn't know why, it makes no sense, but they just freak him out.
Family Ties
Father: Marcus Brackett, 50
Mother: Margret Brackett, 48
Siblings: Evan Brackett, 17; Jeffery Brackett, 11
Any Other Important People:
-Cheshire: Blue Roan Pinto Mare
-Frog: Buckskin Quarter Horse Gelding
History
David was raised on the same farm as his brothers Evan and Jeffery. He had a fairly normal childhood, caring parents, plenty of chores, the occasional 4H competition, a well-balanced child overall. Kindergarten was a breeze for the boy, though he was a firecracker of a little kid, loud, obnoxious and rather bossy. He didn't sharing, he didn't like other kids touching his toys, but other than the occasional temper tantrum, he was an absolute pleasure to be around. Grade school began, his grades flucuated over the years, varying on how much he actually enjoyed the subject. A few small tussels, some detentions, a handful of groundings, your normal young boy. Really he just wanted to be in charge, to take the lead, but... well, it'd be silly to have a seven year old running the classroom, right?
Middle school was, as usual, agony. Mother nature decided she'd start with making him appear as a smallpox victim at a semi-young age, and his legs grew faster than the rest of his body, giving him an awkward, gangly appearance. His affinity with horses grew slowly, beginning with his constant riding and caring for the large beasts as he avoided the rest of human contact. Children, especially tweens, are brutal, and David's less-than-charming appearance was the cause of much stress on the young man, but horses didn't poke fun. They didn't care if you had a general plague theme about you. Feed them, awesome. They love you. End of story.
It was a bit after his thirteenth birthday that he walked into the house and announced, "Dad, the horse is... weird. He says you're feeding him too much oat." before sinking into a dining room chair and applying himself to his homework like a good little schoolboy. The Hammel representative wasn't far behind, and before you could neigh, David was enrolled in The Hammel Institute, where he stuck around for a good four and a half years. He was an... exciting student and his parents had located a new farm where they could keep something of an eye on their son. David was every teacher's wet dream, smart, charming, charismatic, friendly, easy on the eyes... He was also every teacher's nightmare, witty, a class clown, demanding, easily-distracted, more easily bored, somewhat of a pain in the rear... But everyone survived.
After graduating, his pony whispering capabilities under control, the young man retired back to his parent's farm, where he worked as a general farmhand. It didn't take long, however, for his reputation to spread, and soon people from all over the state were asking him to figure out what was wrong with their horses... though, normally, the horses were fine. It was the owners that sucked.
Roleplay Example
Katsumi prodded the herdbeast cautiously, watching the Sapphire's reaction warily. Already she'd learned that watch wher were rather possessive of their food, but still she pushed her limits, trying to figure out just how close was too close for Kask. He had grown something fierce in the time since his hatching, faster than even Zybreth had grown. His muscles were now bulging, his face no long bearing any strain of the former cute-ugly that only babies can get away with. His muzzle was stained with blood, his disformed wings tucked at his side as he hunched over the prey animal. Katsumi prodded the herdbeast again, and Kask froze, one eye darting to look at her. Katsumi froze just as quickly, knowing that, while being watched, any sudden movement would cause the Sapphire to strike out. He wasn't particularly fast, but Katsumi still needed to work on her reaction time, and wasn't going to take any unecessary risks. Kask darted suddenly, and Katsumi fell backwards, but lucky for her, the Sapphire wasn't aiming for the demon.
His attention was focused, instead, on a short-tailed cat-like being, one that looked like it could take the young Wher in a fight. Kask obviously thought similarly, and that meant a challenge. The still-clumsy blue launched himself at the Scimiter, who merely ducked out of the way. Kask whipped back around to face the Damien, beady eyes glittering. "Kask!" Katsumi shouting, rising to her feet and looking about to leap on the Watch Wher.
I'm fine, the Familiar stated, leaping over another of the Sapphire's charges. There's a bonding in the Lagoon. Maeko invites you to come, he said calmly, bypassing another clumsy dive, raking the young Wher's side with a pawful of razor-sharp claws. The American Scimiter bounded away, leaving the Wher to stare at his wounds with an odd expression.
"That's why you don't attack strangers," Katsumi chided, shaking her head. The Wher looked up at her sharply. "Right, well, uh... I'm going to go now," she said quickly, not wanting to tempt the watch wher in trying to take a bite of her too. Kask swiped his rough tongue over the scratches, shallow and ugly, but not serious, and then focused again on Katsumi. It was clear wherever she went, he was to follow. Katsumi sighed. It was too much effort to argue with him, so there was no other choice...
The pair of them trudged through the dense, swampy ground, Katsumi humming optimistically. The going was harder and wetter now, which meant they were getting closer to the Lagoon. Kask had wandered on ahead, pretty far from his bond, but Katsumi caught up with him more than once as the young shiny was often distracted. The world was so big and new! He had to inspect it all, and eat anything that looked particularly tasty in the process. He practically bowled Katsumi over in effort to catch a shiny beetle, something Kira probably taught him to do. The demon sighed, shaking her head. What can y'do?
Stepping between two particularly large trees, Katsumi found herself facing the waterfall lagoon, and easily more Familiars than she'd ever seen in one spot. She watched the men, two whom she somewhat knew and one she'd only seen a couple times, speaking to the shinies, paying special attention to a Saluki and a Snow Leopard. "Must be the parents..." Katsumi breathed. She was vaguely familiar with Familiars (...pun? 8D), having bonded three herself, but she'd never actually been to a prim and proper bonding where the parents were there! D8
She approached the Illumina shyly, Kask at her heels looking much less concerned. "I was wondering if I am acceptable enough to attend your children," she half-whispered, more nervous than she thought she could still be at a bonding. She'd bonded a Dragon, she'd bonded a Watch-Wher, she'd been to all manners of events and gatherings, but still, Familiar just seemed important. Her eyes darted to Maeko and the Snow Leopard nervously- they were next on her list to approach. Assuming permission was granted, the woman would wander over to the Calem and Vampire.
Kask eyed the snow leopard, and then Maeko, clearly planning something. Katsumi looked down at the Wher, cautiously tapping him with her foot. "Thanks for inviting me, Maeko. Hope you don't mind that I brought him along. He's decided his name's Kask, thought you might want to meet him," she stated, first and foremost. She then focused on the father, "I wanted to make sure I got your permission to meet your children as well," she told Telesyn cautiously.
What About You?
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Name: Kyo
Age: 19
Experience: I've been at this for... Nine years.
How Did You Find Us? It's Evan's fault.
Ready To Play? No, but if I don't, I'll never hear the end of this D8
