BROXSON, theo // 17 // junior

[theo broxson]

THEOJOSEPHBROXSON

gender; male
age; 17
student/teacher; student
year of high school; junior
sexual preference; straight
place of birth; lexington, ma
nickname(s); most people just call him Broxson.


appearance; Theo is not what you would call a looker. The best he could achieve is maybe compelling. About six foot one, Theo is tall and lean with a runner's body. (He runs a few miles almost everyday, although not necessarily quickly. While not quite speedwalking, it's not too far from it. He likes to refer to it as an "easy jog". He runs because it's either that or join an actual organized sport, according to his parents.) His posture is straight when standing and moving around, although he tends to slouch back when he sits down, long legs sprawled out in front of him. Theo moves as slowly as an invalid, his every action taking twice as much time as it would for a normal person. He doesn't really seat so much as drape himself over whatever piece of furniture can hold his weight; tipping back in his chair, legs hanging over the side of the couch, spread eagle on his bed, he expands like a puddle when he touches a surface.

Theo inherited almost girlish looks; high cheekbones and a pointed chin, with pink lips that are a little fuller than most males. His gray eyes are rimmed by thick lashes, giving them a smoky appearance. They peer out from under wide, arched brows, aquiline. Slightly crooked, his nose starts out narrow and widens at the base, with a small bump at the bridge from when he smacked into a brick wall as a kid. His coloring is fair; his cheeks have a perpetually rosy tinge, and get completely brick red whenever he's just a little embarrassed or exercises at all. But his complexion is usually wan and pale from him spending as much daytime as possible inside, in front of a computer with the shades drawn. His skin burns easily in the sun, just one more reason he hates going out. Sunscreen is one thing he can't live without, and he applies it in liberal amounts even on cloudy days. His hair, to put it bluntly, is a mess. Brown in color, darker than normal from lack of sun, he rarely gets it cut and as a result it threatens to completely overgrow his face sometimes, like a small garden surrounded by a sea of ominous weeds. Thick bangs reach nearly to his brows, and just a slight movement can make his whole head ripple. His hair has the slightest wave in it, curling up at the ends. As he's never been introduced formally to a comb, it's more often than not tangled or bedhead-style, mushed on one side and sticking up like a weird sort of crest on the other.

Theo isn't really a fashion-savvy person. It's the first thing you notice about him. You wouldn't think he would be able to make the Pavotworth's uniform any more unattractive than it already is, but he manages. Both shirts and pants are perpetually rumpled, and both shoelaces left untied. (He's lost his shoes several times because of this, but still can't be bothered.) He has no notion of how to do laundry whatsoever; as a result, all of his clothes are slightly faded with a pink tinge, the result of him washing his new red scarf with everything else. The few accessories he ever does wear are usually hideous; a series of scarves in garish, ugly colors like cyan or neon orange, a pair of ridiculous aviator sunglasses that make him look like a cross between a cyborg and an insect, and, the best part, a huge mottled white Russian hat with ear flaps that perches on his head like a very small, very disgusting sheep. He swears by it's warmth, although it's a wonder he can even see out of it; the brim sometimes tips drunkenly over, lopsidedly covering one eye or the other. In warmer weather, he exchanges it for a wide brimmed hat like that a gondolier would wear.

personality; The youngest of three children, Theo is spoiled rotten and used to getting what he wants. This has lead, ultimately, to him being a vain, immature, rude, and dishonest boy; like a bratty little kid. But like all small children, Theo can also be charming. When he wants something. But really, he does have some good things. He is actually intelligent, even if he doesn't show it, has a sense of humor, a cool bearing that doesn't lend easily to passion or fits, and a taste for the less traveled paths.

A big part of Theo is how nosy he is; he wants to know everything about everyone. Not necessarily to pass it on though. It's more of a control issue. If you know someone's dirty little secrets, they'll be too busy begging you not to tell to find out your own. He is very blunt in how he goes about asking for information, too. He doesn't let such trivial things as the other person's feelings get in the way.

Theo is intelligent, but in a rather unique way. It distances him from most people. He's curious about them like a scientist is curious about a species of animal; they're somewhat dumb and rather boring, but can certainly hold some surprises. He's very analytical of every piece of information he comes across, convinced he can deduce meaning from the smallest bit of it. Whether or not he can, he'll certainly try. But he gets impatient easily like a small child with a toy; it holds his attention absolutely for a short time, but then he'll get bored and move on.

While not introverted, he is not outgoing either. Theo prefers company to solitude, but hates crowds and being the center of attention of a large group of people. As his personality tends to put off or annoy most people, usually Theo will seek out perfect strangers to banish his loneliness, and heckle them for a day or two before finding someone else to sink his teeth into. Theo doesn't really make friends; rather, he eventually comes upon someone whom he can stand and who can stand him, and a relationship is formed. Friendship is much too warm a term for that.

Theo will tell you his is not by nature a trouble seeker or causer; he just gets bored sometimes. If overcoming that boredom is a simple matter that can usually be cleaned up later, why not? A creative spirit, he can usually find methods outside the norm that keep him satisfied for some time.


atleast 5 positive traits;

• intelligent
  
• can hold his temper
  
• humorous
  
• independent
  
• creative
  
• daring
  

atleast 5 negative traits;

• rude
  
• blunt
  
• dishonest
  
• selfish
  
• overly analytical
  
• nosy and invasive
  
• immature
  
• opportunistic
  

atleast 5 likes;

• hamburgers; delicious, they're almost a daily meal for him.
  
• computers; call him a nerd, but they come naturally to him and he's more comfortable in front of a monitor than anywhere else.
  
• arguing; he loves to prove his point, and grind the other one into the dirt, whether he's right or he's wrong.
  
• rain; practically the only time he'll go out, voluntarily, during the day is when it's raining. He loves thunderstorms and raindrops and puddles and all that other good stuff.
  
• knowing other people's business; a closet gossip, he hates being lied to, although he does enjoy figuring out the truth.
  
• smoking; he doesn't really care it's bad for him, it's relaxing. He knows he probably couldn't quit if he tried and doesn't intend to.
  
• iced tea and candy; preferably sour patch kids, although mms will do in a pinch, either one in substantial amounts and chased with an arizona lemon flavor. It gets his heart beating fast and is better tasting than every energy drink out there.
  
• febreeze; he applies liberal amounts of it to everything he owns. So his dirty uniform is constantly smelling fresh, even if he hasn't showered in three days.
  
• soap operas; he loves drama, even the fictional kind. This is almost the only tv he can stand.
  

atleast 5 dislikes;

• manual labor; ew. He's not buff, never will be, and every time he tries to do something with his hands he drops something on his feet. His toes can't take it.
  
• sports; except for running, he avoids all physical activity. Gym class is his own personal hell.
  
• hip hop, metal, rap, etc; whatever anyone else says, it's not music. It's a cacophonous torture for his ears. He enjoys crashing loud parties with portable speakers blaring Mozart and Bach.
  
• alarm clocks; they wake him up, cause enough for loathing.
  
• newspapers; he can never fold them back up, and they're so boring.
  
• sickness; he hates runny noses, coughs, and sore throats. He avoids sick people as much as possible.
  
• animals; dirty, smelly, and hairy, they don't do anything but eat and pee on his things. The dog his parents got him for his tenth Christmas mysteriously ended up at a farm two states away the day after he got his license.
  
• classes; teachers irritate him. Either they're boring and he doesn't learn anything he didn't already know, or they're smart and expect him to contribute. God. He considers almost all classes a waste of his time.
  

history; Theo's parents are nice, respectable people. His older brother, their first son, is likewise nice and respectable. With his older sister on the other hand, something went wrong. She is neither nice or respectable, and it was her influence that impacted Theo the most. He is the closest to her and the most like her. With his other family, he is at best civil. At his worst, they exile him to the only academy he can get into, even with the extra money his parents threw at the school to take him.
His childhood was lonely and boring. He and his brother and sister were homeschooled by their mother, who had very specific views about education. As a result, they had to find something to amuse themselves. His brother practiced basketball and piano in his spare time, his sister learned how to pick the lock on the liquor cabinet, and Theo found the internet. Enter nerd. His only connection to the civilized world.
Whereas Theo's older sister, Veronica, is more wild and obvious, his trouble causing is a little more contained and a little more illegal. Theo made quite a tidy business for himself with varying levels of hacking and piracy, whether it's distributing dvds and music at lower prices to changing grades via administration files. It worked well until he was caught, at least. His parents paid a hefty fine, and then shipped him off, leaving that incident out of his application.
Now, he hacks purely for recreational uses, returning to how he started; searching for information. A little rusty now, but he can still wriggle his way past most security systems.


rp sample;
(um, long story short I haven't roleplayed humans in awhile; ^^ the closest, most recent thing I have is from a supernatural rpg. the gist is humans with animal familiars, connected telepathically through illegal lab experiments. xD If this doesn't work, I can get an equine example or I can just write a new one.)

"What did you call this again? Peaceful? Lou, babe, you must have a hole in your head."
Jasper Storks seemed to be talking out loud to himself as he ambled down one of the side walkways of the park, kicking the occasional pebble on the path. One errant rock flew far enough to bounce of a patch of darkness, which let out an agitated squawk. With a ferocious snarl that would have set the lesser animals of the rainforest trembling, his companion showed herself, tail lashing. She was just in time for another pebble to bounce off her nose.

Jasper had the grace to look sheepish. "Oops. Sorry about that. But honestly, my view of peace is not being verbally amused by an animal that doesn't come up to here even." He poked himself in the hip, and shook his head of curls emphatically.
The jaguar rolled her eyes.
An animal, she corrected, that could snap any of your sorry bones in half with a single bite. You need more calcium, Louisa grumbled. Wrinkling her nose at him one last time, the cat slipped again into the darkness of the oncoming dusk, just in case someone else should happen by, and be startled. Jaguars in the middle of an urban environment could have that effect on people sometimes.
This time, Jasper spoke to the air in front of him, a smile playing on his lips. "You know Lou, it's a good thing you don't mother me or anything. I don't think I could stand that."
Children should be seen and not heard, came the rather dark reply from the shadows. Louisa's voice resounded comfortably in Jasper's head now; at first, he had feared he was going crazy. It was a relief to learn he simply had a very large female jaguar with whom he could telepathically communicate. That eased all doubts of his sanity.

Jasper was 19 going on 20, tall, male, had unusually curly hair that gave his head a deceptively large appearance (if you get to know him you'll learn the irony of this) and crinkly brown eyes that were, at the moment, fixed on path under his feet. Another pebble shot off to the side, narrowly missing the jaguar.
Shaking his head at the growl the resounded from the side, Jasper again spoke. "See, the problem is, you're a bit uptight. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Louie, we all have defects of character." He continued over the strangled sounding snarl that suddenly echoed in his mind. "I mean, if you put time and effort into acting normal, I'm sure one day you'll appear so."
Normal? came the icy drawl of the feline. Is that what you call your behavior? So all I must do to fit in is act like a complete hooligan, and then my troubles will be solved?
Jasper grinned broadly. "Exactly. Hooligan," he mused. "I do admire your extensive vocabulary, I must admit. Where do I get one of those?"
I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're out of luck, the jaguar replied in the sweetest voice she had used yet. It comes with the good looks and charm.
And the feline had just enough time to deliver her final line before the largest rock yet bounced off her shoulder. Jasper, hands in his pockets and crinkly eyes turned towards the sky, practiced looking innocent.

[b]gaspard ulliel[/b] - theo broxson