Brutality
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:46:31 GMT -7
Where love rules, there is no will to power;
and where power predominates, there love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other. H O N O R____________B A I L E Y M I C H A E L B R U T A L I T Y [/center]
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:46:50 GMT -7
We have learned that power is a positive force if it is used for positive purposes. |
NAME Honor Michael Bailey NICKNAME Brutality
AGE 30 BIRTHDAY March 8, 1979 TIME OF BIRTH 6:27 A.M.
GENDER Male SEXUALITY Straight
PLACE OF BIRTH Porto Petro, Spain RAISED IN Porto Petro, Spain ; Little Rock, Arkansas
CURRENTLY LIVING IN An apartment LOCATION Sorrow and 57th
BIOLOGICAL PARENTS - Sera Bailey - age: 27 - deceased
- Christopher Bailey - age: 52
BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS - Marie Bailey - age: 32
- Christopher Bailey Jr. - age: 25
MARITAL STATUS Complicated OCCUPATION Thief
NATIONALITY Spanish-American ETHNICITY Caucasian
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:47:13 GMT -7
If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought. | IN-GAME NAME Brutality BLOOD PINTS 500+ NEXT RANK AT 1000 pints POWERS
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IGS 16
GOAL Stamina 1
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:47:32 GMT -7
When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt. |
PERSONALITY ENFJ
BRUTALITY is not your average man.
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:47:43 GMT -7
The attempt to combine wisdom and power has only rarely been successful and then only for a short while. | LIKES - Unrealistic hopes
- Doing things that the average person has too much dignity to do
- Meditation
- Writing
- People who are more than they seem
- Arguing politics
- Rain
- Garage sales
- Grass that looks as good close up as it does far away
- Would you rather...?
- Profanity
- Sexual Refrences
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- Over acting
- Vegetables
- High Waters
- Slow Internet Connections
- the 70's
- Awkward Moments
- Horrible Laughs
- People who point out that I have a horrible laugh
- Public Bathrooms
- Obsession
- Too much perfection
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:48:10 GMT -7
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:48:26 GMT -7
Knowledge is power. | 2008 March 8 - Turned 30 years old March 17 - Turned into a Vampire March 22 - Met Toki |
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:48:25 GMT -7
MARCH 8, 1979. 7:33 P.M.
It was an ordinary night. The air was crisp and sundown was creeping along, leaving the landscape of Porto Petro, Spain, awash in an orange and yellow light, illuminating the tall trees framing the picturesque, if a small, houses along Calle Verde. All was quiet, save for one raggedy old 1985 Lincoln Town Car, taken from America, speeding down Calle Verde. Inside, a woman sat with her feet propped up on the dashboard, holding her stomach with steel fingers, groaning in pain. "¡Andalé, rápido!" she cried, resisting the strong urge to yank the steering wheel from her husband's hands and drive her own goddamn self to the hospital.
Sera Bailey was having a baby.
Pressing his foot harder on the petal, Michael Bailey spoke in the Spanish tongue, telling his wife to hold on, baby, he's going as fast as he can. The Town Car screeched as he turned at a particularly nasty curve, and the small Porto Petro General Hospital loomed ahead, white and pretty against the sunset. But neither Adriana nor her husband Michael were thinking about the sunset on March 8, 1989. They were thinking about the child that wanted out of his mother, and out of his mother now.
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They named him Honor. Honor Bailey. It was an odd name, but a good one, and his parents were going to try their hardest to raise him to live up to his strong name. It was the name of people you could trust, of the leaders of the world. Imagine their surprise when that baby, with his blond wisps of hair covering his face, and those baby blue eyes, would turn out to be someone named Brutality.
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MARCH 8, 1989
Today was Honor's 10th birthday, and he ran around his middle-sized house, playing with a new electronic game that had just came out. The boy laughed and ran to his parents. "Papi, Papi! Look!" he cried, showing his father the remote control car whirl around in a circle before it ran, hood-first, into the leg of a chair. Michael Bailey laughed loudly and ruffled his son's dark locks, a smile on his lips.
Honor was your average 4th grade student at Porto Petro's Elementary School for English speaking students, a private school that cost his parents most of their salary. Despite going to an English-speaking school (which positively enraged his Spanish-speaking mother), Honor picked up the odd Spanish or French word, and soon knew what his mother was saying when arguing with his father over the bills.
He spent most of his time, playing around with his guy friends at school, throwing rocks at frogs and other typical school-age kid things.
Nothing necessarily interesting happened until his mother got leukemia. The medication that didn't even work at the time drained them of all their money, and forced Honor to enroll in the public, Spanish-speaking school. Because of this, and the rough neighborhood they lived in, they soon moved to the United States. Specifically, Arkansas, where Honor would spend the rest of his adult years.
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MARCH 8, 1999
Honor, now known to all his friends as Brutality - or Bru for short - had partied like it was, well, 1999 for the past two hours. It was his 20th birthday and he was drunk as a skunk, as the saying goes. His meager pay at his grocery-store job had paid for his alcohol that night, and his friends had paid for the food. It had been a good night, but he knew he was going to pay for it later on.
In fact, the next morning was a living hell, but he got up anyway, going to work as a bagger at Piggly Wiggly's, knowing that if he missed another day for being hung-over, he'd be sacked. So he did his job, completely zombied out, and went back home to drink some more. Sure, it was slightly illegal, but this was his life.
He had spent all over his middle and high school years doing drugs, drinking alcohol, having sex, and getting into fights. So really, he had cooled down a lot. Now he only drunk alcohol, got into fights, and had sex. Copious amounts of all three, but...he was getting there. He was only 20, after all.
Having no idea where life was going to take him, if it was going to take him anywhere, was the name of the game and he played it beautifully. He had absolutely no idea where he would be in ten years' time, and didn't much care about it either. He was all about the Now, what was going on at that moment, that minute, that very second.
It was a very self-destructive, and fun, way of living that didn't last very long.
He was a very destructive person, and maybe that's why his first marriage didn't last very long. A mere 2 years before Cynthia - beautiful, delicate, docile Cynthia - left him for someone more stable and that was fine with Honor. Did he love Cynthia? Yes. Was he in love with Cynthia? No. Bru wasn't in love with Cynthia, but despite this, he couldn't just leave her out to dry.
After the divorce, they would become best friends until he moved to Ravenblack.
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MARCH 8, 2009
The twenty-first century. A time of iPods, the internet, terrorism, and so many other things. An interesting time to be alive, for sure.
Now Bru was 30. He was starting to feel old, even though he looked at least 5 years younger than he really was. The years and years of doing "bad things" as his sick mother always used to say before she died were finally catching up to him. He moved slower, drunk less and less, and finally settled down with a new city and a new job.
Ravenblack City.
And an accountant.
He had purposely picked the most boring job imaginable, the one that pays the best and is the least likely to fire him for being...well, him. It turned out to be a wise choice, moving at the beginning of 2009 for that job, because who would have guessed he would have ended up where he did? Ten years ago, he probably would have pictured himself still at that same Piggly Wiggly's, bagging groceries. Or maybe he would have been promoted to something else in the hierarchy of grocery stores, he wasn't sure.
But now he was an accountant, and had no idea that in less than a month, he would lose his job, lose his friends...
...and change species.
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:48:59 GMT -7
| SERA BAILEY mother | Sera lived, Sera birthed, and Sera died of cancer at the age of 27. It was Leukemia, and they couldn't afford the medication. She didn't live long, but she lived and loved good, and that's all that matters, right? Honor wishes he had gotten to know her better when she was alive. He misses her sometimes, and will find him praying to some God he doesn't totally believe in, that she's safe somewhere. Anywhere. With no cancer. |
| CHRISTOPHER BAILEY father | Chain-smoking, booze-drinking, ex-Catholic priest. The devout man that is Christopher Bailey is a riot and a half, and is probably the best father known to man. Once Sera died, Christopher took his son to the United States of America, and they lived in Arkansas. He's a Priest turned Mechanic who's faith in God got them through many a hardship. He's a good guy, who calls Honor up from time to time to remind him of where his roots came from, and keep him level-headed. |
| MICK "GIBBY" GIBSON best friend | Gibby is the best friend a man could ask for. He knows what to say, always has a beer in hand, a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and a grin on his face. Ever a trickster and someone not to mess with, Gibby's been Brutality's friend since the nickname was coined, back in high school. Man, those were the days. Gibby was Brutality's right-hand man, the go-to guy, his second in command in every fight. He's probably the only person Honor would do anything for. |
| CYNTHIA BAILEY ex-wife | He didn't love her. Well... not in the traditional sense of the word, per se. He "loved" Cynthia, as a friend, a confidante, but not as a wife. So why did he marry her? He was lonely. Honor Michael Bailey was a lonely man, and was tired of being alone. So he swooped down, snatched her up, and claimed her for himself, unfairly. They're still close friends to this day, and she often wonders why he only visits her at night. |
______________________________ | TOKI YUKI "girlfriend" | What is there to say about Miss Yuki? She's so complicated, and gives Brutality a headache more than anyone he'd ever met before. Ever. But still... He feels something, very strongly, for her despite not talking to her in a long while, and is sure he'll be by her side, whether she wants him to be or not, for quite some time. He loves her. Simple enough. |
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:48:59 GMT -7
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
Active | Inactive | Hiatus | Finished Words Whispered | Link ft. Chloé Flannigan Marcellus
Everyone Deserves the Flames | Link ft. Reason
Drown in Those Cups | Link ft. Toki Yuki and Charlie MacTavish
Honor Among Thieves | Link ft. Ember Wilde and Tyson Alexander
Smother Me | Link ft. Toki [/size]
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:49:38 GMT -7
| LOVE LOST IN A HAIL OF GUNFIRE
This was a f**k**g bomb For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon There was a firefight
You are the f**k**g disease. Another day, Another memory. But I have f**k**g failed. I turned another lie into the work of a saint. So where is the cure? Hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face. Now I rise from my knees. I will not live in misery. you won't take me. you won't take me. now it's me. now it's me. All that's left is a bitter taste of a life that once was so promising. rather cut at the wrist than laugh about your mistakes. sickness still fills the air. another life that you wish you could fake. your eyes will cut through me, but it's a risk, that i must f**k**g take. I must take. so where is the cure? hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face. now I rise from my knees. I will not live in misery. you won't take me. you will not destroy me. you cannot destroy me. and i'll fight you with every ounce of strength i have left, and i'll seal it with a bullet and a kiss. so look at your f**k**g horror. horror. I want to see your face. show me your true face. I want to see your face. show me your true face. my heart belongs to you, so save me. my heart belongs to you, so save me, for the sake to give it away. still beats, (still beats) still beats, (still beats) still beats (still beats) inside of me. my heart belongs to you, so save me. and my heart still beats. and my heart still beats. my heart still beats, so save me. my heart still beats. |
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Post by Brutality on Mar 25, 2009 17:49:52 GMT -7
You can comment now.
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Post by Nemesis on Mar 27, 2009 14:30:55 GMT -7
very interesting cs. My Nems will be keeping an eye on this pire for sure
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Post by Brutality on Mar 28, 2009 11:42:33 GMT -7
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Post by Brutality on Mar 28, 2009 11:46:42 GMT -7
Edited Toki and threads.
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