Post by Lilly ! on Apr 10, 2009 13:59:20 GMT -5
Thursday Brooke Alondra.
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Nicknames
Thurs, Brooke, Brookie-pie, Ashley.
Age
Eighteen.
SexFemaleMale.
Occupation
He's just wanderin' around.
Side
Neutral, dear.
Personality
By definition, Brooke is a true man of fashion. He absolutely adores clothing (depending on if it’s name brand or not), and will wear it whether it be for women or for men. Honestly, he’s as fashionable as the next guy over; but he does tend to go a bit overboard with this idea. He’s often found shopping, or perhaps even staring at random people to see if they’re worth his time to talk to. Honestly though, Brooke is pretty shallow and self centered. He can tend to be a bit rude at times, but he usually isn’t aware of it. Heck, if you talked to him one time and talked to him another time, he’d probably say, “And you are?” Apparently, to him; you have to make a significant mark to be remembered by the ‘great’ Thursday Brooke Alondra. Of which, is not too hard if you really wanted his attention. He is not afraid to go out in public wearing a midriff, skirt, and high heels. In fact, he could care less. Though it doesn’t seem like it, he loves chasing after women, despite the fact that he seems to be less than normal. He definitely is not afraid to correct a common fashion mistake, for it seems to be what he lives for.
Brooke can be a bit theatrical. Drama king? Perhaps. He tends to make a big scene out of things. And at times, he even creates little fantasy scenes in his head that usually talks himself into doing incredibly moronic things. In fact, if you were sane enough to date him (which would probably mean you should start seeing a psychiatrist); he’d probably be able to turn your first date into a full blown play. He makes big deals out of pretty much everything, blowing it up until it’s so horrible that you just want to pull your hair out. An even more disappointing fact about him is that he somehow manages to ignore any negative comment that comes his way. And that can get bitterly annoying to some. For example, if you called him a freak, he’d be most likely to answer with a, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Yeah, he’s pretty weird.
Despite being a general freak show on feet, Brooke is actually kind of nice. Or… at least he is when he wants to be anyway. He seems to have a softer side when addressing a woman or a young child, finding them more innocent than many others in the world. As a friend, he wouldn’t voluntarily do things for you, but if you were in danger; nothing would be able to stand in his way. Unless, it was something big and scary that freaked him out. He can be a bit of a wimp, not that he’d admit to it. Mostly because he fears pretty much everything, especially losing the people he holds dear. He’s sweet in a sense, usually having his heart in the right place when he comes to be ‘a knight in shining armor’. Though, he tends to fail miserably.
He does have diva tantrums however. He can get upset or lose sleep over the littlest thing, whether or not it is important. He is often rampaging around, taking his anger on anything near him. This is a fault in him (not that there aren’t many others), and perhaps why no one really takes him seriously. Or at least… not as much as he would appreciate. Brooke is never completely content with things, seeming more like a stereotypical woman than a guy. He takes hours getting ready for things, changing outfits far more than once only to end up in the original outfit he had on in the first place.
Brooke is often hard to predict, tending to be more irritating than he lets on. He can be a bit conceited, talking highly of himself even though half the time it’s lies that he spouts from his lips. It isn’t that he’s necessarily obsessed with himself, it’s just that it helps him with his self esteem for it was substantially lowered with a simple mistake he had made in which had made him lose his father to the clutches of death. In which, may have led to the rise of his fears.
He fears being alone or better known as monophobia. He hates being alone, because it makes him feel that it isolates him from all the rest which makes him think that he will never fit in anywhere no matter how hard he tries to. He also fears death, because he had brought it upon his father without really meaning to. He had also brought it to some of his sisters, which may have added to making him the family reject. Nevertheless, he fears the loss of others and being alone because it makes him feel that he didn’t do enough. That he could have saved them or could have done more to keep him from spiraling out of control.
Background
Thursday Brooke Alondra was born to Leonardo and Selena Alondra on a miserably hot summer afternoon on June 25th. His father had said that Brooke did not cry. He simply looked up at his parents with big brown eyes. His father said that it was when he knew that Thursday would take care of him when he got old. Sadly, fate did make a horrible turn for Thursday shortly after his birth. Four years in fact.
Thursday’s father was a police officer, so it was only natural for him to have a gun at his home. And Thursday always looked up to his father with great amazement, so it was no surprise to see him running around like a police officer alike his ‘amazing’ father. However, Thursday had made the simple mistake of picking up a gun, which he had not known was loaded and firing randomly as his father walked through the door. And bang, he was gone. Simple as that, Thursday had been the fault of Leonardo Alondra’s death. And he never forgave himself for that. He had never quite let it go, and perhaps it was the reason why he never regained bits and pieces of his sanity. His sisters were far too young to remember what had happened, though only his first two sisters and their mother knew. And his mother? She never forgave Brooke for taking away the love of her life. This was only the beginning of his corruption, and why he was raised by his sisters. His mother never paid much attention to her only son after that, and Brooke tried his hardest to gather his mother’s love back. He even took up her profession, but no matter how hard he tried; she never looked once. And Thursday Brooke Alondra broke to pieces, and he simply figured she didn’t love him anymore. When in reality, Selena loved him with all her heart, but he just couldn’t replace her Leonardo.
Brooke looked too much like his father. And Selena hated him for it though; she knew it wasn’t his fault. Brooke was at fault, and he had to suffer. In this way, his sisters had begun to raise him like their own child. And frankly, it’s no surprise that he turned out as feminine as he is. However, one of his sisters needed him more than anything else in the world. Whom? Serenity or better known as “Ciree” Alondra. Now you may be wondering, who was this Serenity? She was Brooke’s last sister, and the only one after Sunday was born. Ciree was born with a rare disease; a disease in which made the skeletal structure stop growing after a period of time, when the internal organs would then be constricted and the infected person would then die. Everyone expected it, and the doctors had said she’d only live until she was about nine.
“Haha, Brookie-pie, you want to go home and run and cry to your mommy?” “Loser!” Children crowded near the crying boy, laughing and mocking him to no end. He played with dolls, so what? Did they have a problem with it? The children soon fled, either to go play because they were bored with tormenting the poor boy or to go home with their own mothers. He cried, shuddering every few minutes or so. “Stop crying Thursday, toughen up. Be a man.” The shrill voice came, as the boy looked up with tears falling from his eyes. “S- Shut up Ciree…” He said, stuttering slightly. “No one’s going to take you seriously if you keep crying.” Ciree laughed, holding onto the crutch that supported her body. “O- Okay.” He said, smiling as he got up to help his baby sister.
And with that, Brooke became Ciree’s knight in shining armor and he found the missing piece. He kept everyone away from his sister, and being the big, tough boy he was; he did a good job at it. However, it was only a matter of time until she had to leave him behind. They both knew it, but neither depended on it. He grew distant from his other sisters, focusing on his baby sister. And they all accepted it; at least Brooke could hold onto his sister for a bit longer until she had to leave all of them.
“No! This can’t be happening. Not again!” He cried out, crying tearfully as he gripped his head. Nails pierced the sides of his head, making blood drip into his lap. He cried whiningly, at the side of his sister who was dying slowly. “Shut up Brooke. We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later.” Ciree said, licking her dried, cracked lips. Her milky faded eyes looked up at the ceiling, coughing every now and then. Brooke quickly grabbed her hand, his baby sister wheezing at times. “Brooke, you have to promise me.” She began, the young boy looking at his sister in depression. “Promise you what?” He asked, the rest of his family sitting outside. They had decided to leave the two alone because Thursday had refused to allow anyone in. “Promise me you’ll be happy.” She said, smiling at her brother quietly. “I’ll never be happy.” He said, crying even more. “Promise me,” She said, eyes then rolling back and her breathing coming to a stop. Her hand grew limp and the machine beeped a final time, and Thursday screamed. “No!” He cried out, his sisters coming to his aid and being the emotional crutch he needed. “I’m sorry Ciree. I’m sorry, I- I promise.” He cried into Monday’s shoulder, as the sisters gathered around their only brother for support. However, only Selena walked up to her deceased daughter. And for the first time in years, she cried.
After Ciree’s death, Brooke turned to the wrong crowd. He began hanging out with the kids that teachers wished ill upon, that parents wished were gone, that people wish were better. He began drinking and smoking, and as unhealthy as that was; he didn’t change until he again was the cause of his family dying.
“See ya later g- g- guys.” He droned, hiccupping in between words. He got into his car, beginning to drive it to pick up his sisters, Tuesday and Friday. The car ran off in a rush, eventually reaching the said meeting point discussed prior to the event. “Hey girls…” He said drunkenly, the two girls worried about their brother. “Brooke, are you drunk?!” Friday screamed, but the boy didn’t answer. Instead, he simply drove the car until it ran off a cliff and Brooke had whip lashed out of the car along with his sister Friday. Shattered glass carved into his back, leaving jagged marks going from his shoulder to half way down his back. Then… everything went black.
Brooke woke up in a start, screaming almost. The doctor looked at him solemnly, staring at his clipboard menacingly. The male got up hesitantly, pain stinging as the fluorescent light blinded him. “What happened to my sisters.” He said in a sentence, refusing to make himself cry. “Well, son… I don’t know what to tell you.” “No, no. Not again. Not again.” He repeated to himself, staring at himself fearfully. He was a monster. Friday had been fatally injured, and would probably never be able to talk or write ever again. And Tuesday didn’t make it.
In fear of his family, he fled his hometown in California. He knew his mother would keep Friday on life support for the rest of her life, and he would work and send money home to his family. Yes, it was the least he could do. In spite of this, Saturday continued to wire money to her older brother though he didn’t know it. He needed to run away, yes. Run away from the black bonds that constricted his heart, or what was left of it. In his haste, he had left behind yet another piece of him. His identity.
Soon, he reached Raeo where he believed no one would recognize the Alondra name due to drab and boring living conditions. He has been living there for three months, and will continue to do so for quite some time.
Clothing
He wears just about anything. And I mean, ANYTHING. He'll sometimes wear women's clothing when it's just too cute for him to ignore. He usually strays towards the color pink though..
Hair
His hair is a chocolate brown and usually incredibly unmanagable. It falls to just about his shoulders, and is often a mess if anything else. And if you pay attention, you're sure to find a bow in his hair. Always.
Eyes
He has brown eyes, usually narrowed out of irritation. They're almond shaped generally, and most likely the color will change according to his outfits (he wears color contacts so that everything matches!).
Other
He's a trend whore, what else is there really to say?
Pokemon
He doesn't have any.
