Post by Chastity on Apr 11, 2009 19:21:17 GMT -6
Basic Information
Name: Brayden Hyde
Gender: male
Age: appears 16
Physical: Brayden has a relatively strong, muscular body. But not to the extreme. His skin is pale and he normally wares his shirts open. He wears a necklace with a red cross like pendant that had been in the place of his 'birth' His eyes are normally a dull Gray color but can glow a bright an creepy shade of orange. His hair is Crimson.
Personality: Brayden's personality is normally very solitary. Sometimes he gets the urge to be around people and venture out in to the open but most of the time he stays in the shadows. He is haunted by memories of his past life and they often bring on fits of rage. He also has a tendency to hunt down and violently murderer rapist. He has nothing but disdain for the military as he dosen;t see how it can do any good for anyone at all and he dosen;t think much of human being in general. Weak and fragile creatures who die easily and spend most of their time trying to ruin each others lives.
History(opt):When Brayden was 5 years old The state was involved in the war in Ishbal. His father was a state alchemist and his mother a doctor. With the start of the war at hand both of them left to help. This left Brayden and his baby sister to be watched by their old older sisterwho was 13. With some help from the neighbors.
Eventually the war ended and their parents came home safe and sound. But this was not a happy reunion. Both their mother and father had been scared by the horrors of the Ishbal massacre. Their mother rarely spoke to their father anymore and when she did it was terse and cold. She had always been such a happy person and now it seemed as if it would kill her to smile.
A year later they woke up in the middle of the night to angry screams. sneaking down to see what was happening they witnessed their mother raving at their father. Her face was tear stained and she was trembling all over. Their father was saying something to try to calm her down. In her hand was a gun and it was pointing at him. He continued to try to sooth her but she just continued to yell at him. Yelling, "I can't stand it anymore! I can't take being the wife of a murderer!" And with that she pulled the trigger. Surprised that she had actually done it their father made no move to save himself. The bullet hit and blood began to flow. The mother looked over to the door frame to see her three children in it. she smiled at them with tears still ruining down her face, As they stared at her in shock. "I love you." She said and then put the gun to her head and once again pulled.
This once again left the children all alone and they were soon on the streets. The oldest sibling was forced to scrounge around for their food to take care of them. sometimes they would find someone nice enough to take them in and sometimes she would be able do some household chores in exchange for some food and shelter for the night.
The years went by and they were barely making a living. Brayden was 13 now and his little sister was 9 and his older sister was 21. She was having a hard time keeping jobs down but she managed and they now had a tiny shack that they could call home. When ever he could Brayden would do odd jobs for the people in their neighbor hood to earn some extra cash. It seemed that finally their lives were going to get a little bit better.
Thats when it happened. His litter sister got sick. seriously sick. It wasn't fatal with treatment but hospital bills were expensive. It seemed as if there was no hope. and then one day their older sister was gone all night. When she came back home before her job the next morning she had an enormous amount of money. She explained to them that she had taken a night job in order to pay for the hospital.
So they were able to pay for the hospital and the medicine the doctor prescribed and their little sister slowly began to get better. Curious about the about what kind of job his sister had found that payed that kind of money he followed her one night after he put his younger sister to bed. And for the rest of his life what he saw would haunt him.
He followed her as she roamed the streets. She met a man on a street corner and they talked for a moment then they both started off to gether. Brayden continued to follow them and unfortunately got the answer he was looking for. His sister was selling her body to pay for the hospital bills. He waited for her trying to plug his ears against the sounds. Eventually the noises ceased. That was good that meant his sister would be coming out soon. He would beg her to stop this she couldn;t keep doing this to her self. He would get ten jobs if he had to to stop it.
Angry voices came from the room. There was some kind of argument. About the amount of money that had been agreed on by the sounds of it. He listened wishing that it would end soon and then he hear his sister shriek. It was a scream of pure agony and he quickly burst in to the room. His sister was slumped against the wall Her long brown hair hanging in her face as a large wound in her chest bled. His eyes oped wide in horror and then narrowed in rage. His hand reached of its own accord in to his pocket for his knife and before the man could react to his appearance he had him.
The man was dead with in a minuet and as the rage subsided her rushed to his sisters side. She was uncontious now from losing so much blood. He quickly ripped his shirt off and tried to stop the crimson flow but no matter hat he did it just kept coming. He could feel her heart beat under his hand with every passing second. He heard it ringing loudly in his ears as it slowed and eventually stopped.
The next day or so was a blank. He wasn;t quiet sure what he told his younger sister or anything else that he did. The next week after that was blurred and when he came back to himself he was very cold to the outside world. He took over as the money maker. Most of his jobs involved hard manual labor but he relished in the exertion. Soon he became very strong. whenever money was tight he had no problem taking it from somebody else. He didn;t kill his victims but he did severely injure them. What did he care anyway? the world didn;t care for him or his little sister so why should he care?
The only person he had any affection for any more was his little sister. She was his ray of light in the sea of darkness that surrounded his heart. They often took walks together in their free time. and this cycle is how things passed until his 16th birthday.
His little sister ha done a few odd jobs for a nice old lady down the street in order to take out to eat for his birthday. Despite the life she lived and all she had been through she was still the sweetest and most wonderful person he knew. She would go out of her way to help anybody. He knew the only reason she had asked for pay was for him.
The dinner was wonderful. And afterward they went on one of their many walks like usual. As fate would have it they happened to walk by a group of drunks who started to follow them. Brayden grabbed his sisters hand and tried his hardest to lose them with out scarring her. The group however apparently Even in their drunken stupor new this part of the town better than he did and they ended up being cornered. The drunks laughed and made rude comments and jokes. Offering to pay him if he let them play with the little cutie for a little while.
Rage built up inside him once again and knife in hand he charged at them. unfortunately his one of his opponents was at least sober enough to counter. He heard it then. That horrible sound. The sound that had started everything. The loud bang of a gunshot. and for a moment he thought he was 5 again watching his father die by his mothers hands. a second shot was the bullet that had taken his mother after him. Everything went black and he collided with the ground. Some sense of reality came to him as he realized that it wasn;t hi parents who had just been killed but himself........ He lay helpless trying to move. As his sister's screamed echoed around him. They were the last thing he heard.
And when he woke up he was alone. There was nobody there and he was surrounded by blood. Looking around it didn;t take him long to figure out his identity
Now he normally wandered around aimlessly and at times gets restless and irritated. The only reasoning his brain will supply him with is that he needs to find his light which only aggravated him more.
Abilities
Specialty: Brayden has the ability to be very compelling and persuasive if he wants to. He is very manipulative and usually knows how to get what he wants. Also his eyes can hypnotize people at times.
Humunculi
Relation to Alchemist: older brother
