FREDERIKSEN, braxton michael

[braxton]

BRAXTON MICHAEL FREDERIKSEN
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All the basic info

••• Name: Braxton Michael Frederiksen
••• Alias: Brax
••• Age: 27
••• Gender: Male
••• Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
••• Species: Druid
••• Loyal to: No one
••• Alignment Neutral
••• Element: N/A
••• Companion: Tank, a pit bull puppy
••• Play By: Shimon Moore

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes:
x..Music
x..Making friends
x..Hanging out
x..Having fun
x..Making people laugh
x..Reading
x..Tank
x..Animals
x..Trees/other plants
••• Dislikes:
x..Arguing
x..Conforming
x..Obnoxious people
x..Arrogance
x..Ignorance
x..Selfishness
x..Lying
x..Not being able to have fun
x..Being bored
••• Pet Peeves:
x..People who are way too controlling and bossy
x..When people are singing a song and they get the lyrics wrong, but insist they are right
x..People who never relax and enjoy themselves
••• Weaknesses:
x..Really good puppy dog faces
x..Tends to overreact to things on occasion (a lot)
x..Has a slight case of ADHD
x..Tends to trust people too easily
••• Strengths:
x..Makes friends easily
x..Intelligent, he catches on to things quickly
x..Pays good attention to detail
••• Habits:
x..Taps his foot when bored or anxious
x..When listening to a song, he often can't help but sing aloud if he knows the lyrics, even if he can't stand the song
x..When in deep thought or consideration, he tends to lick his lips a lot
x..He fidgets a lot when talking extensively (even more so when he is aware that he's rambling)
x..When he is annoyed, his eye tends to twitch and he purses his lips often
x..Rubs the scar along his arm when upset (he has never noticed himself doing this)

••• Overall Personality:

Braxton is a very carefree, fun-loving person. He lives his life how he wants to, not how anybody else thinks he should. Sometimes though, he will let people influence his lifestyle, in that he'll go out of his way to be different just to irritate those folks. Not that he doesn't act different, anyway. He's fond of uniqueness. He's very determined, and is the kind of person that will throw his heart and soul into nearly everything he does. If it's not something worth complete effort, then why bother at all?

Brax is a bit optimistic, but not in an obnoxious way. And it's not that he's cheerful and happy no matter what, because he certainly isn't. It's just that Braxton doesn't like to let things get him down for too long, and he tries to look past all the bad in order to find something good in a person or situation. But there are things that irritate him to no end, and being the honest guy he is, he doesn't make any attempt to hide said irritation. Maybe he won't come right out and say "You are seriously getting on my nerves", but a person can usually tell by his expressions.

He's a persistent, motivated guy who doesn't often complain, at least not seriously. When he does, it tends to be at least somewhat comical. He loves to joke around, and will do a great number of things to entice a laugh. Even act like a complete fool (and he's very good at that). He is his own person, and that's something about him that will never change.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: Shaggy, dirty blonde/brown
••• Eyes: Deep brown, almost to the point of black
••• Weight: 145#
••• Height: 6'
••• Body Type: Rather scrawny-looking, lanky
••• Distinguishing Marks: A scar running from the side of his wrist, thumb-side, to about the middle of his forearm

••• Overall Appearance:

Braxton isn't the tallest guy around, but at six feet, he's pretty content. He has long, slim limbs that often earn him the description of "lanky", and that's exactly what he is. Despite an obvious lack of abundant muscle, he is stronger than he looks. Just not...a muscle man or anything. Braxton has a mop of dark, muddy blonde hair, that is usually messy and unkempt but not bad-looking. Actually, it probably captures his personality very well. That coupled with his dark eyes and sometimes pouty expression give him a rather childish look that is undeniably adorable, at least to some. His complexion is more on the pale side, though still a soft peachy colour. His skin is mostly free of any obvious markings, but for one. Brax has a thick, white scar that starts on the side of his wrist, just under his thumb, and runs about halfway to his elbow.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: Deforest, Wisconsin, US
••• Family:
Anthony Frederiksen - Father - Living
Sandy Frederiksen - Mother - Living
••• History:

Braxton was the first and only child of Tony and Sandy Frederiksen. His parents doted on him quite often, and the three always had a close relationship with each other. They owned a nice piece of land that was a few miles out of town, surrounded by forest. And there was never a time in his childhood that they had less than three animals. Both being Druids, Brax's parents each had their companions. Tony's was a falcon named Sir, and Sandy's was a cat called Slinky. Apart from them, the Frederiksen's usually kept at least one or two more pets, mostly for Braxton's sake. He didn't yet have his own companion, and he couldn't stand being without an animal friend for very long.

That made going to school a bit challenging for him. In his first years of school, he was often very distracted, wishing he had one of his animals alongside him to keep him company. But while never quite getting over that completely, he learned that he could make friends with the other students so he wouldn't be so lonely. He didn't have to try very hard. He made friends quickly and easily, and soon didn't think so much about being away from his animals. Not that he didn't miss them, because he did. Even if he was only gone for seven or eight hours a day.

The following years passed by fairly rapidly, and soon Braxton found himself in the realms of high school. Though he was friends with a lot of people, not everyone appreciated his humor or personality. But he figured being picked on in high school was a normal experience for most kids, and didn't make a big deal out of the occasional shove or name-calling. He couldn't deny, however, that he had developed a severe disliking for the people who did the picking on and bullying, especially after one of his friends was made the victim.

His chance at revenge showed up about the time he turned seventeen. Not being a big fan of vengeance, he decided a simple prank would suffice; he just wanted to mess with their heads a little bit. And it just so happened that he had gym with two of the biggest bullies in school. So when the phy. ed. teacher took his class to the outdoor high-ropes course, which required a walk through a small woods, Brax decided his main exercise that day would be of his newly acquired powers. All he did was make the trees and plants gang up and pick on the bullies a bit, no physical harm done, but they completely freaked. Brax found it pretty amusing.

It didn't make them stop picking on kids, but the satisfaction that came with seeing their reactions was good enough for Brax. High school was almost over anyway.
After that, nothing serious happened for awhile. He finished high school and left home to start his post-school life. The first exciting thing to happen was the incident that left him with the scar on his arm, around the age of twenty. Brax found himself face to face with a hunter in an alleyway. He managed to get away, but not before the hunter had landed his knife on the boy's arm. Brax found the amount of blood more frightening than the murderous attacker, and it didn't take him long to get to an emergency room. That was pretty much the end of that bit of excitement. Since then, he's encountered several other hunters, but never attained an injury more serious than the one to his arm.

It was only recently that he found his companion, a pit bull puppy he named Tank. He figured the dog was about three or four months when he found him, alone in a cardboard box with a sign that said "Free Puppies". He fell in love with the dog at first sight, and they've been inseparable since. Braxton is now twenty-seven, Tank around six months.

••• RP sample:
The water's surface glistened with molten silver from the moon's light. Stars sparkled through dark, wispy clouds. A light breeze whispered through the leaves of the trees, but otherwise the night was crisp and still. Few things could have made the scene more peaceful.

Aireskosa shifted her weight, making herself more comfortable. She looked down at the lake, one of the smaller ones, from her perch on the branch of a large pine. Her legs hung over the side, and her hands grasped the thick branch on either side of where she sat. Kosa's blonde hair hung over her shoulders, falling in light waves, the bangs slightly obscuring the upper portion of her face. Large wings the colour of smoke clung to her back.

She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquility and silence around her. This was one of her favourite things to do, and if she had the chance, it wouldn't take her long to skip the hustle and commotion of the city in favour of the peacefulness of the forest. Especially during the night. Kosa loved having time to herself, and this was the perfect place for that. Not many people ventured out here during the day, much less in the dead of night.

There was however, one aspect of the forest she didn't much care for: it took her away from her first love. This was no place for a car, and so her much-adored Camaro had been left behind. It would probably be the first thing she'd visit after she left here.

Kosa opened her eyes, and gazed around her. She figured it was probably about three in the morning. That was just fine. She'd hang around another hour or two, then be on her way home.

She pushed herself over the side of the branch, her wings taking over as she fell. A jump from the height she had been at might have made a normal person nervous (maybe a little more than nervous), but when you had wings sticking out of your back, it was no problem at all. Her feet met the forest floor with nothing more than a whisper of sound, and her wings folded back behind her once more.

Kosa made her way to the lake shore, kicking off her Converse as she met the edge of the water. She rolled the legs of her jeans up to her knees, then stepped into the water. Beneath the layer of silver moonlight, the water was deep green, but that had never bothered Kosa. It was peaceful as any other lake.

A smile made its way onto her face as she waded deeper, the water a couple inches above her knee, soaking the lowest part of her jeans. This night was perfect.

IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU
The Personal Stuff

••• Your Name: Takaiu
••• Age: 16 in August
••• Gender: Female
••• How'd you find us: Been hurr =]
••• Did you read the rules: EDITED

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