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PLAY BY: Matthew Gray GublerBRENDAN harris PARKER
NICKNAME(S): Brey
AGE: 29 (going on 30)
APPEARANCE AGE: 29
DATE OF BIRTH: 11/02/1983
DATE OF CHANGE: 06/18/2005
BIRTHPLACE: Harper Valley, NY
HOMETOWN: Harper Valley, NY
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Harper Valley, NY
SPECIES: Werewolf
DIET: None really, though he used to be a vegetarian.
MAIN ANIMAL: N/A
AFFILIATION: N/A
OCCUPATION: Bookshop owner & part-time librarian.
HEIGHT: 6’7”
WEIGHT: 220lbs.
HAIR: Long, wavy brown hair that barely goes past his ears.
EYES: Brown
SCARS/MARKS: A large bite mark on his right forearm.
PERSONAL STYLE: Very clean-cut, the most casual thing he wears in public being a pair of black slacks with a white dress shirt. He mostly wears long-sleeved shirts and sometimes wraps his right arm in a bandage to further hide his scars. He wears contact lenses most of the time and wears eyeglasses around the time of the full moon or when he's stressed, so it's less of an inconvenience to take off when he’s forced to transform.
SPECIES APPEARANCE:
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ABILITY: N/A
MAGI ABILITY: N/A
First Specialty: N/A
Second Specialty: N/A
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
HABITS/QUIRKS: He can be very talkative when nervous and is compulsively apologetic.
FEARS:
SECRETS: Well, he keeps the fact that he’s a werewolf a secret, if that counts. There’s also many unsolved things in his life that he’s not very sure will ever be answered and he doesn’t enjoy sharing them to people. He also doesn’t talk about his family, and he’s quiet about having published some work he’s done. Overall he’s very private about his life, though his coworkers know about his bookstore and that he enjoys writing.
GOALS: None, really. He still does have many questions that have never been answered but he’s mostly given up trying to solve them. He’s pretty
FATHER: Simon J. Parker, status unknown (presumed deceased)
MOTHER: Emma Parker, deceased
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: He has a pet finch named Nico (short for ‘Nicolette’)
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Brendan has always been a brooding type of individual. He always holds a solemn and unwavering expression on his face when he's deep in thought, which he thinks is a blessing since, coupled with his tall frame, it keeps people at bay and stops them from figuring out that he’s anything but intimidating once you start trying to socialize with him.
He instinctually avoids people unless he really needs to interact with them (like at work) but ever since he was bitten he had been antisocial more than ever, or at least in his personal life, only having one or two people he calls friends (and one of them is not exactly a person, more than it is his pet finch he owns). He’ll help out with questions and try to shove down his social anxiety when having to interact with patrons in his shop or at the library, but when he’s on his own he really tries to blend in with the background so he can keep social interaction to a minimum. However, because of his “monstrous” (ha-ha) height, he sticks out from the crowd more then he'd like to.
Recently however, he’s been going through his own version of a middle-age crisis. Seeing that he’s becoming the big 3-O soon, he’s decided to do the unthinkable: go out of his house more. Maybe see a movie once a week or head to the museum, or maybe even practice the blasphemous ‘small-talk’ with the cashiers when he goes to pick up his dry-cleaning. Well, okay, those things might not be up to par compared to buying a motorcycle or getting a crazy tattoo or shaving one’s head or other crazy things people might do during an onset middle-age crisis, but small and harmless things such as, well, doing anything outside his house used to be unthinkable to him. Especially since he had been working under the assumption that he would transform at the tiniest of things that would make him nervous – an assumption that had been pretty stressful and had rested on his shoulders for the last seven years. So these are baby steps; give him a break.
Because he had kept away from society and had never really fit in well in the first place, he’s pretty much forgotten how to interact well with others. Though he is an awkward individual, he’s a very hard working and independent man who lives a very humble lifestyle. He might not give the greatest first impression, but he still tries the best he can to be a good person.
He instinctually avoids people unless he really needs to interact with them (like at work) but ever since he was bitten he had been antisocial more than ever, or at least in his personal life, only having one or two people he calls friends (and one of them is not exactly a person, more than it is his pet finch he owns). He’ll help out with questions and try to shove down his social anxiety when having to interact with patrons in his shop or at the library, but when he’s on his own he really tries to blend in with the background so he can keep social interaction to a minimum. However, because of his “monstrous” (ha-ha) height, he sticks out from the crowd more then he'd like to.
Recently however, he’s been going through his own version of a middle-age crisis. Seeing that he’s becoming the big 3-O soon, he’s decided to do the unthinkable: go out of his house more. Maybe see a movie once a week or head to the museum, or maybe even practice the blasphemous ‘small-talk’ with the cashiers when he goes to pick up his dry-cleaning. Well, okay, those things might not be up to par compared to buying a motorcycle or getting a crazy tattoo or shaving one’s head or other crazy things people might do during an onset middle-age crisis, but small and harmless things such as, well, doing anything outside his house used to be unthinkable to him. Especially since he had been working under the assumption that he would transform at the tiniest of things that would make him nervous – an assumption that had been pretty stressful and had rested on his shoulders for the last seven years. So these are baby steps; give him a break.
Because he had kept away from society and had never really fit in well in the first place, he’s pretty much forgotten how to interact well with others. Though he is an awkward individual, he’s a very hard working and independent man who lives a very humble lifestyle. He might not give the greatest first impression, but he still tries the best he can to be a good person.
HISTORY: His mother, Emma Benjamin moved from England to America when she was in her twenties, wanting to get away from her complicated and drama-filled family and wanting to feel independent for once in her life. She moved to Harper Valley where she met Simon Parker, a librarian at the time, and they quickly fell in love and married. Since they shared a love for books, they both decided to run a small bookstore near Town Square, renovating their own home and opening the Parker Bookstore three years before Brendan was born.
Unfortunately, when Brendan was six years old, his father vanished. No one knows what happened to him or if he's alive anymore. All anyone knows is that one-day his father went out to get some more groceries and he never came back.
Brendan never got along with the other kids in the neighborhood or at school, being bullied for his scrawny build (at the time) and for being studious. He retreated away from the social scene at school and found solace in his family’s bookstore. In his early teens, he began to take care of his aging mother and helped her around the shop, learning how to take care of finances, how to handle business deals and how to generally run the shop on his own, while also taking a slew of secondary jobs to help rake in some extra money for his mother.
When Brendan was 19, his mother passed away, and was buried at the local cemetery in Harper Valley. He visits her at least once a month, making it a point to see her on her birthday and on the anniversary of when she passed, so she doesn’t feel alone.
Business boomed for a while but quickly ebbed away once a year passed, as the novelty of his mother's death began to fade. Even though business is slow, Brendan is still able to pay the bills and end up with a little bit of money for himself near the end of the month. Most of the customers that usually come nowadays are regulars who have known the store for many years and were close friends with his mother, or are the new “adventurous” types that have recently moved into the city.
Despite being a natural introvert, having a hard time connecting and trusting other people and having lost the only other person that was important to him in his life, he was still fairly functional. Though he went through an intense grieving period, he lived the next couple of years relatively well. Brendan having learned how to take care of himself when he was young and having always felt comfortable by his lonesome became an asset, and he was able to take ownership and run his bookstore just fine. He still went out to enjoy himself, he still smiled to strangers passing by, still attended festivals that would happen around town, he even traveled a bit (though nowhere really far) and dated a couple of times. Yeah, he still clung onto some social-anxiety and wasn’t exactly known to leave his house all the time, but it was still manageable, and he was actively trying to combat it by taking part in these outside festivities. He really didn’t have a problem until the day he was bitten.
When Brendan was 22, he saved a young girl from being attacked by a vicious dog. He had heard a commotion behind an alleyway while returning to his shop and fended off the beast with a crowbar. The girl was able to get away unharmed while Brendan ended up getting bitten on his forearm. Only later did he realize that a Werewolf had bitten him when he began to feel changes and when he fully transformed on the day of a full moon. He closed his bookshop for about a month and disguised the wreckage he had done as a violent robbery to others. After the incident, he no longer was fearful of people but was fearful for people. Brendan became more withdrawn from society as he felt himself increasingly uneasy and anxious in public and would have sudden, deep bouts of depression every other week where he'd go without eating for days on end.
One day when he was 24 years old, he got an anonymous package dropped off by his doorstep. It was a typewriter that came with a note written in horrible grammar which read, "I hope that you would enjoy this lots." Brendan didn't touch it at first and left it in a box in the corner of his room, but eventually took it out and tested it. He started off punching in random letters and simple words to see how it worked and how it felt before he started to write full sentences and pages. He began writing personal letters to himself and short stories with simple and abstract plots. Finally, he started using it as a personal diary. He wrote down original stories that his mother would tell him when he was a child and, after finding an old journal of hers that had a mix of other different ideas, even completed an independent novel. Eventually, Brendan decided to self-publish his work under the pen name "Ashley H. Simon, " just too see if he could actually sell a copy or two. Surprisingly, his writings did better than expected and he was able to sell many copies online and to some patrons that came to his bookstore, though he never admitted that he was the author. Even though “Ashley” never broke through the mainstream, Brendan was able to make some money for himself and currently still does when someone decides to buy a copy once in a blue moon. Though his typewriter didn’t completely cure his contrived antisocial behavior and agoraphobia besides making him regularly go out to buy ink and paper, it did help as a venting mechanism.
He fell in love with a girl when he was 25. Though they never claimed anything to be official, the love was there and it was requited. However, he backed out of it, in fear that she would find out he was a werewolf. Nothing ever happened between them, and she moved out of state two years later. He never saw her again.
Brendan found Nico about a year ago next to his shop, tiny, hungry, and with a broken wing. He helped nurture her back to health and named her after a character he made up from one of his short stories (“Nicolette”). He knows it was somewhat vain for him to do, but because he keeps his stories a secret no one has ever made the connection.
Recently Brendan has gotten a second job at the Public Library, which is ironically the same Library his father used to work for many years ago. Brendan doesn’t necessarily need the extra money – he’s using it as an excuse to gain access to all the history books they have. They might help him learn about Harper Valley’s history, along with possibly shine some light on his predicament.
Brendan lives one floor above the bookstore in a flat, and hides in his basement/makeshift cage every time the full moon is out, out of protection for himself and others when he transforms.
He’s developed a knack for cooking, sewing, knitting, woodcarving, and a bunch of other little skills he’s picked up from spending so much time by himself, becoming a sort of, “Jack of all trades and master of none.” He learned how to play the violin when he was young, and learned how to play the piano all by himself when he was 17 on a spontaneous whim to learn something new, and enjoys playing music in his free time when he's not using that said time to read, write or knit… he’s recently gotten into knitting a lot.
Brendan is a first-rate insomniac and stays awake most of the night either writing on his typewriter, knitting or doing work for his store. He has deep bags under his eyes and only sleeps for about five or four hours a night, either because he forces himself to stay awake or because his dreams constantly wake him up.
Brendan can be a very, very quiet individual, but when prompted, he can start talking. A lot. It's a nervous habit he developed when he became older in an effort to seem sociable or even charismatic, which hasn't helped over the years since he tends to say the first thing that comes to mind and therefore can be very blunt. His mouth is quicker than his brain and even though he's aware of this problem, he’s only reminded about it after the fact when he blurts out he wrong thing. So instead of learning how to tone it down, he's learned to do the next best thing: talk even more, by apologizing compulsively at everything he thinks could be taken as offensive, and by trying to be thorough about what he means as much as possible which... doesn't really help either, and can make a simple situation much worse. It’s the reason why he stays quiet in the first place – once you open his mouth, there’s a high chance that it’ll trigger his frantic rambling.
One final thing to note about Brendan: even though he has suffered with this infection for seven years, he’s still pretty clueless about the other creatures that live on the same planet as him. He knows for damn sure that werewolves exist, but that’s the extent to his understanding of the supernatural and he’s never encountered another werewolf because he keeps the fact that he’s one a secret. But he’s bound to learn the truth eventually…
Unfortunately, when Brendan was six years old, his father vanished. No one knows what happened to him or if he's alive anymore. All anyone knows is that one-day his father went out to get some more groceries and he never came back.
Brendan never got along with the other kids in the neighborhood or at school, being bullied for his scrawny build (at the time) and for being studious. He retreated away from the social scene at school and found solace in his family’s bookstore. In his early teens, he began to take care of his aging mother and helped her around the shop, learning how to take care of finances, how to handle business deals and how to generally run the shop on his own, while also taking a slew of secondary jobs to help rake in some extra money for his mother.
When Brendan was 19, his mother passed away, and was buried at the local cemetery in Harper Valley. He visits her at least once a month, making it a point to see her on her birthday and on the anniversary of when she passed, so she doesn’t feel alone.
Business boomed for a while but quickly ebbed away once a year passed, as the novelty of his mother's death began to fade. Even though business is slow, Brendan is still able to pay the bills and end up with a little bit of money for himself near the end of the month. Most of the customers that usually come nowadays are regulars who have known the store for many years and were close friends with his mother, or are the new “adventurous” types that have recently moved into the city.
Despite being a natural introvert, having a hard time connecting and trusting other people and having lost the only other person that was important to him in his life, he was still fairly functional. Though he went through an intense grieving period, he lived the next couple of years relatively well. Brendan having learned how to take care of himself when he was young and having always felt comfortable by his lonesome became an asset, and he was able to take ownership and run his bookstore just fine. He still went out to enjoy himself, he still smiled to strangers passing by, still attended festivals that would happen around town, he even traveled a bit (though nowhere really far) and dated a couple of times. Yeah, he still clung onto some social-anxiety and wasn’t exactly known to leave his house all the time, but it was still manageable, and he was actively trying to combat it by taking part in these outside festivities. He really didn’t have a problem until the day he was bitten.
When Brendan was 22, he saved a young girl from being attacked by a vicious dog. He had heard a commotion behind an alleyway while returning to his shop and fended off the beast with a crowbar. The girl was able to get away unharmed while Brendan ended up getting bitten on his forearm. Only later did he realize that a Werewolf had bitten him when he began to feel changes and when he fully transformed on the day of a full moon. He closed his bookshop for about a month and disguised the wreckage he had done as a violent robbery to others. After the incident, he no longer was fearful of people but was fearful for people. Brendan became more withdrawn from society as he felt himself increasingly uneasy and anxious in public and would have sudden, deep bouts of depression every other week where he'd go without eating for days on end.
One day when he was 24 years old, he got an anonymous package dropped off by his doorstep. It was a typewriter that came with a note written in horrible grammar which read, "I hope that you would enjoy this lots." Brendan didn't touch it at first and left it in a box in the corner of his room, but eventually took it out and tested it. He started off punching in random letters and simple words to see how it worked and how it felt before he started to write full sentences and pages. He began writing personal letters to himself and short stories with simple and abstract plots. Finally, he started using it as a personal diary. He wrote down original stories that his mother would tell him when he was a child and, after finding an old journal of hers that had a mix of other different ideas, even completed an independent novel. Eventually, Brendan decided to self-publish his work under the pen name "Ashley H. Simon, " just too see if he could actually sell a copy or two. Surprisingly, his writings did better than expected and he was able to sell many copies online and to some patrons that came to his bookstore, though he never admitted that he was the author. Even though “Ashley” never broke through the mainstream, Brendan was able to make some money for himself and currently still does when someone decides to buy a copy once in a blue moon. Though his typewriter didn’t completely cure his contrived antisocial behavior and agoraphobia besides making him regularly go out to buy ink and paper, it did help as a venting mechanism.
He fell in love with a girl when he was 25. Though they never claimed anything to be official, the love was there and it was requited. However, he backed out of it, in fear that she would find out he was a werewolf. Nothing ever happened between them, and she moved out of state two years later. He never saw her again.
Brendan found Nico about a year ago next to his shop, tiny, hungry, and with a broken wing. He helped nurture her back to health and named her after a character he made up from one of his short stories (“Nicolette”). He knows it was somewhat vain for him to do, but because he keeps his stories a secret no one has ever made the connection.
Recently Brendan has gotten a second job at the Public Library, which is ironically the same Library his father used to work for many years ago. Brendan doesn’t necessarily need the extra money – he’s using it as an excuse to gain access to all the history books they have. They might help him learn about Harper Valley’s history, along with possibly shine some light on his predicament.
Brendan lives one floor above the bookstore in a flat, and hides in his basement/makeshift cage every time the full moon is out, out of protection for himself and others when he transforms.
He’s developed a knack for cooking, sewing, knitting, woodcarving, and a bunch of other little skills he’s picked up from spending so much time by himself, becoming a sort of, “Jack of all trades and master of none.” He learned how to play the violin when he was young, and learned how to play the piano all by himself when he was 17 on a spontaneous whim to learn something new, and enjoys playing music in his free time when he's not using that said time to read, write or knit… he’s recently gotten into knitting a lot.
Brendan is a first-rate insomniac and stays awake most of the night either writing on his typewriter, knitting or doing work for his store. He has deep bags under his eyes and only sleeps for about five or four hours a night, either because he forces himself to stay awake or because his dreams constantly wake him up.
Brendan can be a very, very quiet individual, but when prompted, he can start talking. A lot. It's a nervous habit he developed when he became older in an effort to seem sociable or even charismatic, which hasn't helped over the years since he tends to say the first thing that comes to mind and therefore can be very blunt. His mouth is quicker than his brain and even though he's aware of this problem, he’s only reminded about it after the fact when he blurts out he wrong thing. So instead of learning how to tone it down, he's learned to do the next best thing: talk even more, by apologizing compulsively at everything he thinks could be taken as offensive, and by trying to be thorough about what he means as much as possible which... doesn't really help either, and can make a simple situation much worse. It’s the reason why he stays quiet in the first place – once you open his mouth, there’s a high chance that it’ll trigger his frantic rambling.
One final thing to note about Brendan: even though he has suffered with this infection for seven years, he’s still pretty clueless about the other creatures that live on the same planet as him. He knows for damn sure that werewolves exist, but that’s the extent to his understanding of the supernatural and he’s never encountered another werewolf because he keeps the fact that he’s one a secret. But he’s bound to learn the truth eventually…
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WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I literally typed in ‘proboards supernatural creatures’ on Google and you guys were the first result :’) (more specifically this was the link that lead me to you guys: support.proboards.com/thread/447844/living-shadows-supernatural-creatures)
TIMEZONE: Pacific Time: GMT – 7:00
CONTACT: pm and skype, please! (pm me if you want my skype name)
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I literally typed in ‘proboards supernatural creatures’ on Google and you guys were the first result :’) (more specifically this was the link that lead me to you guys: support.proboards.com/thread/447844/living-shadows-supernatural-creatures)
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