Post by braeburns on Oct 14, 2012 11:38:34 GMT -5
{ Samuel Barty Brie - Braeburns }
Batty / Fruit Bat / Braeburn / Fuji Apple
September 24th; thirty-four
within the Alliance
(face; Taylor Hanson)
{ family and friends;
# father and mother; Josh and Taylor Brie; both alive, doesn’t contact them
# sister; Clarie Brie Tannerson; alive, checks up on her (and her husband) once in awhile
# Clint Mason
{ physical;
# height at 5’9”, surprisingly strong
# dark blonde hair, neat or untidy; dyes it to amuse himself
# blue eyes, blind; blank and staring
# wears sunglasses most of the time, takes them off to fool people
# always has a white cane with him, out of his countless collection
# not picky on clothes; often in shirts/tees and jeans, sometimes a suit
# on occasion, puts on different necklaces, varying in number
# has one simple earring on his left earlobe, switches it out sometimes
{ abilities;
# a blind man; uses human echolocation to get around, pretty accurate
# his other senses are acute, hearing being exceptional
# picky on details, any details found is worth paying attention and inquiring about
# put him in a room and he can tell you how many flaws there are
# excellent at close combat, fencing and swordplay being his forte
# walking stick/cane being one weapon, the hidden blade in some of his canes another
# without his tools though, he’s great in a fist fight, always fighting dirty
# besides, no one would believe a blind man being a mercenary
# lightning fast reflexes and quick thinking, trained along with his senses
{ personality;
# straightforward, blunt and insensitive; no beating about the bush
# persistent, stubborn and determined; doesn’t give up easily
# capable, fearless and loves a challenge, especially regarding his disability
# egotistical and cocky; ‘knows’ he’s always right
# doesn’t know how to show it right, but he is protective, concerned and cares for his family
# smart, logical and perceptive; observes the things people miss all the time
# can be very, very patient; waiting is a part of the game
# constant liar; makes up for it with his actions
{ downfalls;
# a hard man to get along with, his attitude being insufferable
# when proven wrong or unable to do a challenge though, he sulks for weeks
# because of his disability, he is prone to being killed from a distance
# afraid and paranoid about being unable to move
# constant loud noises/music puts him on edge; can render him fully 'blind'
# grows dependant and clingy on people if he can't get his bearings right
# insomniac on occasion, when he's concentrating on something and refuses to leave it
# can manage without his cane, but is more clumsy
{ preferences;
# loves all foods apple related; often seen drinking apple cider
# plays the piano, he likes the sound it makes
# enjoys another’s company, but prefers being alone
# likes bats and dolphins, partly because he thinks they’re cool
# prefers people to stow their helping hands away from him, he can manage
# indulges in a bit of smoke and alcohol, but prefers to stay focused and healthy all the time
# constantly yearns to learn more about the world, interested with everyone's view of it
{ history;
Blind from birth, Samuel was a very bright boy. Figuring out human echolocation by himself and learning to understand the unseen world around him, he grew curious and fascinated. Soon enough, his logic and perceptive skills astounded people to thinking that he was a psychic. However, he grew restless and bitter as his parents constantly prevented him from doing what he wanted, afraid that their baby would shatter like glass. Clarie, his younger sister, was the only one who didn’t treat him like he couldn’t walk straight.
Tired of being babied by his parents, Sam left them at the age of 15. He went off alone, determined to prove them that he was capable despite his disability. He took on many challenges out on the streets, learning the tricks and living the life of an excellent criminal quickly. Besides the tricks, he picked up self-defense from unruly people, he somehow managed to learn fencing and swordplay. His fearlessness and attitude labeled him colder than nitrogen and he made himself an infamous criminal and mercenary. It took the authorities a few years before he was finally caught and thrown in jail.
Sam surprised his jailors by escaping a number of times. He had been finding, using and abusing any weak points he noticed or heard about as rumors. His name became known throughout the prison, who knew that an apple loving blind man would be able to work it all out time and time again without falling out of routine? He occasionally helped out some other convicts in exchange for their resources, strengths or skills when he worked on the escape plans. However, Sam was always caught and hauled back with increased security. It still didn’t stop him from escaping over and over again.
Soon, some government people got wind of Sam’s ridiculous antics and roped him into a small group, his skills proving to be useful. He was content on what was asked from him anyway. So why not?
Why not indeed...
{ rp sample;
Samuel had received a call from Clarie, his little sister, about an hour ago, a simple lunch date at a cafe called Duplicafe. Sam obliged as he hasn’t contacted his sister for months, being busy with his job and whatnot. Now the blind man was on the street, dressed casually with a leather jacket on and slowly making his way to the cafe. He had asked other pedestrians for directions to the cafe and was glad that it isn’t too complicated to get to. Clicking with his mouth and tapping about with his white stick, he was making his way there by listening to the faint echoes that returned. Besides his own sounds; the traffic, the other pedestrians and other oddball sounds and noises helped him get around as usual.
It took a few more minutes, but Sam arrived at the area he was directed in. Somewhere close to Duplicafe. He could tell by the strong smell of coffee being made and tea being prepared, people ordering food from somewhere, also by the sounds of a muffled crowd and the scraping sounds of objects, tables and chairs probably, on the ground being moved. He clicked a few times in the direction of the sounds and around him, as far as he knew, he wasn’t too close to anything that he could knock over by accident. Now, Sam had to wait for his sister to find him. Patience was a virtue, and he had plenty of it. If it took too long though, he would call her on his mobile.
It didn't take long before Clarie found him. "Sammy!"
Sam heard her approach from behind him. Her footsteps were the same, light and bouncy. She was in a pair of boots probably, judging from the thuds. Usually with boots, she would wear something like shorts or a mini skirt with a top. Clarie went through some clothing terms with him, something he didn’t care about though, but the knowledge was good to know. A clacking sound came from around her neck, necklaces probably. Sam heard her reach up and adjust his shades, the bangles on her wrist jangled. His hair and jacket were her next targets of attention.
"Do you really have to do this every time you see me?" Sam snapped and tried to brush her tidying hands off. He failed though, she was persistent on taming his possibly untidy hair.
"If you took the effort to comb your hair better, maybe I’ll stop doing it." She giggled and put her arms around him. A hug. Something Sam returned gladly. Clarie was happy and excited indeed, she was practically buzzing in his arms. His sister had lost some weight too, not that he would tell her straight. But she had been exercising. He buried his face in her soft silky hair, it smelled like fresh peaches. “I’m glad you came, Sam. It’s been a while.”
“Too long, Clarie. I missed you. You feel wonderful, been working out or something?” It might have sounded strange to any other bystander, but it was normal for the two. After all, Sam was all about hearing and feeling. They broke the hug and she adjusted his shades again.
“A little. But let’s go in, I’m starving! I heard they serve some amazing apple crumble pie.” She took hold of his hand and lead him inside, towards the smell of coffee and tea. Sam sighed, the pie sounded wonderful.
During lunch, Sam had a few servings of apple crumble and cider. Clarie had a sandwich, a cheesecake with cider as well. They talked about the last few months and how was life for each. Clarie having to describe most of her stories and objects, while Sam did his best to describe what he heard, felt and understood. Nevertheless, the conversations were light and enjoyable. Her company lightened his mood and he loved it.
Sam respected his sister. She was the only one who took the extra time to teach him more about the world. How? By letting him hold objects and explaining a lot, helping him visualize it in his mind. Sure, she wasn’t able to teach him a few things, color being one, but she had helped him understand the world a little better. She also encouraged him on some of his unruly explorations, sometimes as far as to join him. But in any case, without her, Sam wouldn’t be who he was.
One hell of a blind mercenary and a brother.