Brody

From Brokedownway

a slow-motion suicide
you can love anyone, you can fuck everyone
Real name Sir Princess Professor Brodimus Gaius Maximus Danger Trouble von Ponybutt of Nigeria, Esq, Supreme Nance LJ account campjesus Aliases tinygoth, devil child, BRODY WHYYYYYYYY Fandom all of them Location CANDY MOUNTAIN Occupation trolling, being the most adorable trainwreck ever Picture Base charlie the unicorn

[01:38] Treize: "That is not what civil war is."
[01:39] Brodimus: "Your face is what civil war is."

brodysface: "Haha, look, the blender came."

For the record, it's just "Brody". Like Cher.

See also: My character in one jpg

Contents 1 jesus christ that's a pretty face kind you'd find on someone that could save 2 if they don't put me away it'll be a miracle 3 at the gates does thomas ask to see my hands 4 i know you think that i'm someone you can trust 4.1 do you think that we could work out a sign 4.2 so i'll know it's you and that it's over 4.3 so i won't even try 5 i know they're coming for the people like me 6 we've all got wood and nails and we turn out hate in factories 7 and we sleep inside of this machine

[edit] jesus christ that's a pretty face kind you'd find on someone that could save

Brody is a small teenager, standing about 5' 3" and exists somewhere ambiguously between 12 and 16--that kind of youngish teenager that's hard to pin down. He's actually seventeen. His weight fluctuates depending on how much of a trainwreck his life currently is, but he's usually at least 15 pounds underweight (which is a lot of weight, on his diminutive frame). He's covered in cutting scars, concentrated on the inside of his thighs, his ankles, and his wrists. He usually has various bite marks on him. There are holes in his hands and feet and deep scars on either side of his ribs; he wears gloves or gauze almost exclusively to cover them. He is also the gothest motherfucker in the world, and varies wildly and erratically between dressing like World's Trashiest Gothic Hooker and Tiny Victorian Steampunk Gentleman. It's like jailbait roulette!

Recently discovered that his mother was mostly Native, making him probably a quarter or half, motivated by his typist discovering that his PB is Native.

[edit] if they don't put me away it'll be a miracle

Brody primarily presents himself as the Manic Pixie Dream Woman (...well, boy), sent to entertain everyone else and lift them out of the humdrum doldrums they exist in. Generally--because like most teenagers, he does have periods of depression, especially considering his long history of abuse--he's funny, entertaining, hyperactive, slightly witty, and fairly manic, combined with a fearlessness of strangers (he trusts no one, and treats most people the same as a result) that causes him to waltz into their lives like some kind of magical fairy and then breeze back out, leaving bewildered people in his wake. He's charming and charismatic, an excellent public speaker, friendly to a fault, ostensibly extroverted.

Of course, anyone with half a brain can see--or at least guess--what he's trying to hide. The fact that Brody is fucked up and damaged is obvious, but most people ignore it, because he gives them the option to ignore it and because really, what can anyone do? Helplessness in the face of watching a seventeen-year-old crash and burn is emotionally exhausting, and Brody has lost a lot of friends who just didn't want to deal with it anymore. Of course, that makes it worse. Everybody likes Brody when he's being silly and fun, but nobody wants to deal with the terrible lows, the crippling depression and self-hatred. "It's not my problem," "I don't want to get involved."

The fact is, he's aware of this. He's a lot more self-aware than people think. Brody is too tough and too fragile, incapable of telling the bad ones from the good, and the cycles of abuse he goes through are just too exhausting for normal people to keep up with. He's desperate to make friends with everyone because he keeps losing them; the only people who stick around are the ones who want something from him, and those people are almost exclusively abusers, and so the cycle continues.

Brody has been brutalized by a society that doesn't understand who or what he is; the total rejection of his family and peers left lasting emotional scars. Where he came from, a lot of people put a lot of time and effort into trying to make him something he couldn't be no matter how hard he tried, and what he learned from that is that whatever he is is not okay. Lying is better and easier; the image he presents is the extroverted party animal but what he really is is incredibly, painfully introverted. He's shyer than most people think, a shyness that manifests mostly around people his age or whom he views as peers: he's afraid of rejection, above all else. The fact that he mostly makes other people talk about themselves and tells lies and half-truths about himself is infuriatingly obvious. No one says anything.

And beneath all that--because he is a person who comes in layers--is something very old and half-mad. At least, he assumes it is, because as a teenaged boy he can't understand whatever it is. (He's not crazy, you see.) Some fundamental difference in his nature sets him apart from everyone else--Brody, at his core, is less of a person and more of an idea, shaped into existence by the thoughts of the culture he was born into. No one has been able to accept this part of him, so he lies about it.

Above all else, Brody is filled with a drive to be accepted, if not loved, by nearly everyone he comes into contact with--he can be perceived as being fake or two-faced as a result. Being dubiously not human, he operates by a philosophy of total, unconditional forgiveness--which is a compulsion more than anything, and his neutrality can compromise his relationships with people who (reasonably!) expect him to choose sides. Afraid of being faced with this kind of confrontation, Brody mostly shies away when he sees a situation like that coming. He can be brave, but this is almost always motivated by sheer ignorance; more often he is cowardly, afraid of conflict, emotional or physical.

For the most part he is sweet as pie and super-nice, but he is not innocent, and he lived on the street long enough to have picked up a lot of behaviours--many permanent--associated with that kind of life. He doesn't really trust people he knows any more than he trusts strangers, because he's used to being used by both, and he's constantly trying to size people up, even if they don't realize it. He panics when he's trapped and he hates not being self-sufficient, and he's so used to losing everything he owns that he is loathe to form any attachments with physical objects; he expects to lose it all or to have to abandon it at any moment, so his treatment of his physical possessions is alarmingly cavalier. He craves stability, which to him is represented by money, but feels like it's a pipe dream for someone "like him"--another typical street-kid behaviour, his inability to see beyond his immediate future, hinders his forming long-term goals. Because Brody sees money as representing power and stability, and because he grew up dirt poor in trailer parks, he is obsessed with attaining it, which puts other people off, especially as he blatantly refuses to accept gifts of money, which he feels would make him bound to the giver in some way, which can be dangerous, with the types of people he hangs around.

Brody's issues with sex are compounded by his career in the field of sex work, using the Nexus to temporarily change his gender in order to access a lucrative market. Basically, yes, he's seventeen, he's technically legal in a lot of places, but you shouldn't touch, but given that half the time he uses sex as a tool to forge a certain relationship out of people or receive certain things from them, his consent is always kind of dubious. He does not hate his job; what he hates is the reaction society has to his job, in that people tend to judge him outright when they know what he does, and he is constantly having to defend what he does to earn money. People assume that, being a sex worker and a high school dropout, he is dumb. While his academic intelligence is limited, he is not stupid, and he does have a plan to get out of the industry--he's mostly been crippled by his dependence on cocaine, which is extremely addictive and extremely expensive.

[edit] at the gates does thomas ask to see my hands

Brody is not necessarily human--he definitely has abilities that are supernatural, above and beyond what's normal for humans. He's afflicted with stigmata, a condition that causes him to bleed from the never-healing wounds in his hands, feet, and sides--accompanied often with bleeding from the eyes, nose, and forehead. Often these fits are coupled with prophetic visions, speaking in tongues (Aramaic and Hebrew especially), and hallucinations. These fits can last for up to seven days at a time, and are random--sometimes he'll get it once a week for a month, sometimes not for months at a time--but can be triggered by stress or emotional reactions to religious imagery.

Like many saints, he has the Odour of Sanctity--a sweet, pleasant, perfumed scent to his blood, often smelling distinctly like roses or rosewater. His blood also tastes purer and sweeter than is normal for a human; some species of vampire can become addicted to it, others are repulsed by it due to a sensitivity to religious faith. (Good rule of thumb: if your vampire is the kind who bursts into flames if they step into a church, it's the latter, otherwise, somewhere closer to the former.)

Brody has a variety of abilities that are not controllable by him--including healing, cursing, transformation, and raising from the dead. What triggers these is anyone's guess, but generally he feels a strong compulsion to perform certain acts, and then things just sort of happen. This kind of Deus Ex Machina-ness makes him ideal for plot device situations. He is capable of being used as a conduit for Godly or angelic power.

Brody does not have a full, intact soul--he has bits of him that are original and his, but most of it is a composite of other people's, especially, namely, that one carpenter guy. You know which one. When he died, he went to what he calls "the House my Father built," and when he was sent back parts of his soul stayed behind; he's described it as having "a hole in my heart where God used to be". While his physical body sleeps, his mind--his psychic presence, his consciousness, his soul, whatever you want to call it--goes back there; for this reason, he doesn't dream and does not respond to outside stimulus. The agony of going from paradise to the real world is excruciating--he's angry at his God, despairing of his purpose, and he hates angels.

Brody was ghouled in late 2009, which means he doesn't age and is capable of healing grievous injuries, as well as having superb strength, speed, and stamina; the drawback is that he is addicted to vitae, and is in constant danger of going into frenzy. While frenzied, he lacks all self-control and is fully capable of ripping apart anything around him--he's done it before. Anger is pretty out-of-character for him, though, so he rarely succumbs except when backed into a corner or in withdrawal.

[edit] i know you think that i'm someone you can trust

Basically he knows everyone in the universe.

[edit] do you think that we could work out a sign

• Rodney McAdams is his father, deceased.
• Maureen McAdams is his mother, deceased.
• Leslie Dustin (Dustin) McAdams is his brother, estranged, presumed dead.
• Katherine Anne (Katie) Keel is his sister, who lives in England and who has been adopted by Gates Keel's parents. They communicate regularly, but he rarely sees her.
• Waffles is his dog, a Welsh corgi about a year old.
• Sir Bartholomew Mephistopheles von Ponybutt the Third is his house-trained miniature horse. Really.

[edit] so i'll know it's you and that it's over

• Charlene Worth is someone he knows from NYC, but he feels weird around her because she's so ostensibly normal.
• Estella Lazarovic has to hang out with him and Mittens in New Jersey and it's not nice :(
• Gates Keel is his weird British pseudo-aunt except not really because Brody has daddy/family issues and NO ONE CAN TAKE THEIR PLACE EVAAAAR so their relationship is all weird and convoluted, and also, they lie to each other a lot.
• Hasibe Ozcelik is one of Brody's few Nexus sex worker friends and I am too drunk to write a better description.
• Lourdes Ortega Martel once had a fling with him, when he was a girl.
• Lucy McClane is his partner in vandalization crime, frequently gluing things to other things and showering other things in craft glitter.
  

  

  without you i'm nothing at all
• Lyla Tzigano is a frand of his in Las Vegas who appears to be having some vampire problems!
• Maria Khirdaji is his roommate and was one of his first Nexus friends. One of the few people who can successfully mother him, because she is one of his Safe People he instinctively responds to.
• Tomita Miller is good for gettin' high with. :3

[edit] so i won't even try

• Alex DeLuca is Brody's best friend, Percy's childe, and his roommate in a Brooklyn Heights apartment building Brody pays the rent for. Alex was close in age when he died to Brody when he first showed up at Percy's, and they almost immediately bonded.
• Ankhenaten will eventually find his shoes being stolen in the night, then mysteriously returned with maybe one or two previously unknown scuff marks (sorry).
• Anson was one of Percy's human toys, a relationship Brody eventually distanced himself from because he had his trust broken too many times for him to feel comfortable around him. He insists that with time he'll feel differently, but Brody is still very shy about anything involving Percy, so who knows how long THAT will take.
• Arsene Paquet is Percy's boyfriend, more or less, and also more or less a permanent addition to the Percy household. He was a violent rapist, as psychotic as the rest of them. LOL!!!!!!
• Ayel has been fed sandwiches by him, which means he belongs to him. Like a stray cat. You know.
• The Brucolac is one of Brody's vampier frands and also his fairy goth mother who occasionally tries to get him to eat, but he flails and throws a temper tantrum and runs off into the night, confusingly.
• Ewar is the cute guy who's always putzing around Martel's magic castle, who always looks slightly stricken when he shows up. WHY????
• Hamilton Fish makes him sad, but mostly because he doesn't really understand Fish, and Brody feels like he should be trying harder to know more about him. Also WHY MY MAGICAL JESUS BLOOD NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU >:( :( :(
• Harvestman refuses to eat his delicious magical candy blood and it makes him sad. Y U NOT LOVE ME?! *CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT* :( :( :( :(
• Jim Kirk is probably going to be put out when he finds out Brody is giving Romulans sandwiches.
• Marcus MacEibhir talks to him occasionally and makes him weirdly uncomfortable because they're about the same age.
• Martel HAS BEEN ALPHABETIZED, SUCK IT
• Nero will eventually be sandwiched, it is ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.
• Percy is the old (500-ish years) vampire who 'adopted' Brody when he was fifteen and on his own in New York. He was psychotic and abusive, actually murdering him at one point; possessive but with a short attention span, Percy was impossible to deal with, but Brody still feels like he can "save" him and keeps in contact with him, even though thinking about him gives him panic attacks.
• Severus Snape is not actually an acquaintance of his, but Brody can't shake the funny feeling that he knows him from somewhere. Perhaps alternate versions of both of them once got super fucking blazed together. PERHAPS!
• Treize Khushrenada aka "Trees Kooshy-nana".
• Tucker Horn is his sensei in gothdom, although Brody is constantly depressed by his absence, since Tucker is high on his list of Safe People and he generally responds to him as a figure of authority. HORRIFYINGLY ENOUGH.

[edit] i know they're coming for the people like me

• Placebo, "This Picture" ✖ Farewell the ashtray girl, angelic fruitcake! Beware this troubled world, control your intake! Goodbye to open sores, goodbye and furthermore, you know we miss her. We miss her picture.
• Brand New, "Archers' Bows Have Broken" ✖ There is an ember in the heart of the kiln and it's burning up with love. Burning out my center until there's nothing but dust, then rolling me with care into your cigarette, because the God I believe in never worked on the campaign trail.
• Marilyn Manson, "Arma-goddamn-motherfuckin-geddon" ✖ First you try to fuck it, then you try to eat it. If it hasn't learned your name you better kill it before they see it.
• Lady Gaga, "Bad Romance" ✖ I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your everything as long as it's free. I want your drama with the touch of your hand. I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand. I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine. I want your psycho, your vertigo stick, want you in my rear window--baby, you're sick. I want your love, love, love, love. You know that I want you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby), you know that I need you. I want it bad, your bad romance.
• My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, "Savage Sexteen" ✖ Baby blue-heart where are you going now? Caged and sober, in medication candyland. You are the night-bird, you like it wild, you walk the beat but you ride in style. Seize the moment, untie the rope. Sweet night-bird, you know the dope.
• Alkaline Trio, "Your Neck" ✖ We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see. Yeah, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes. This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery, why the light of day that's shown to us is absolutely meaingless to me.
• Jay Gordon, "Slept So Long" ✖ Did you think it's cool to walk right up, to take my life and fuck it up? Well did you? I see hell in your eyes, taken in by surprise. Touching you makes me feel alive. Touching you makes me die inside.
• Neko Case, "Middle Cyclone" ✖ Can't give up acting tough, it's all that I'm made of. Can't scrape together quite enough to ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love. There are times that I tried one for every glass of water that I spilled, next to the bed, retching pennies in a boiling well in a dream that had once become a foundry of mute and heavy bells; they shake my deaf and dumb, say someone made a fool of me 'fore I could show 'em how it's done.
• Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, "The Anointed One" ✖ The anointed one, father's favourite son, now we've seen long before the race you'd already won. Oh beatified with the softest eyes, these days I can't escape your face, do you remember mine? Oh, it haunts me. Oh, what a fool I must have been.
• Iron & Wine, "Freedom Hangs Like Heaven" ✖ Mary, carry your shame well passed all those eyes across the avenue. Fishheads running from rain, you know I'll do anything you want me to. Lamp oil lovers may say, "Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone." Ain't nobody knows what a newborn holds but his papa's gonna hide shaking gristle and shaking like bone.
• Apocalypse Hoboken, "Monchichi" ✖ I'm a registered nurse - I can help you, I'm a sweaty glove - I can love you, I'm that dirty kiss - strong and leveled you. Let the truth be told - I can love you, pin you down and throw you up, crush your bones with a wink. Stepping on steeples, swallowing needles, sweating on leather, cheating on God and God has cheated on you.
• Placebo, "Julien" ✖ Fallen angels in the night and everyone is barred from heaven. Just one more hit to make it right, but everyone turns into seven. Now that it's snowing in your brain, even ten will not placate you. This ain't no killer for the pain, this avalanche will suffocate you.
• Tool, "Eulogy" ✖ You claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had a lot to say. You had a lot of nothing to say. Come down, get off your fucking cross, we need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die, you must be crucified for our sins and our lies.
• Coheed & Cambria, "Blood Red Summer" ✖ In a pain that buckles out your knees, could you stop this if I plead? So destined I am to walk among the dark, a child in keeping secrets from. (Will they know what I've done in the after?) In the sought for matter when the words blame you, in a blood red summer I'll give you. (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore.)
• Silversun Pickups, "Substitution" ✖ When the voices start spitting, just be aware, I have brought enough stones for us to share. That one's grinning, that one's burning; aim for the throat. Let 'em choke on the stones that we oughta throw. When reactions turn into hurricanes, and the middle ground seems a little tame, whether full or empty, it's all the same. It's so easy to see, everyone can agree; you're not to blame. I know you've heard it before, but then it wasn't enough. You don't wanna be held back from the substitution. I know you've seen this before, and now enough is too much. You don't wanna be sent back when the substitution comes. I'm sorry.

[edit] we've all got wood and nails and we turn out hate in factories

• Albert Camus, The Stranger ✖ When I ran into him on the stairs, Salamano was swearing away at the dog. He was saying, "Filthy, stinking bastard!" and the dog was whimpering. I said "Good evening," but the old man just went on cursing. So I asked him what the dog had done. He didn't answer. All he said was "Filthy, stinking bastard!" I could barely see him leaning over his dog, trying to fix something on its collar. I spoke louder. Then, without turning around, he answered with a kind of suppressed rage, "He's always there."
• Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita ✖ I have to tread carefully. I have to speak in a whisper. It would never do, would it, to have you fellows fall in love with my Lolita! Had I been a painter, had the management of The Enchanted Hunters commissioned me to redecorate their dining room with murals of my own making, this is what I might have thought up: There would have been a lake. There would have been an arbor in flame-flower. There would have been those luminous globules of gonadal glow that travel up the opalescent sides of juke boxes. There would have been a fire opal dissolving within a ripple-ringed pool, a last throb, a last dab of color, stinging red, smarting pink, a sigh, a wincing child.
• Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus ✖ Dying / Is an art, like everything else, / I do it exceptionally well. / I do it so it feels like hell. / I do it so it feels real. / I guess you could say I've a call. / It's easy enough to do it in a cell. / It's easy enough to do it and stay put. / It's the theatrical / Comeback in broad day / To the same place, the same face, the same brute / Amused shout: / 'A miracle!' / That knocks me out. / There is a charge / For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge / For the hearing of my heart-- / It really goes. / And there is a charge, a very large charge / For a word or a touch / Or a bit of blood / Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. / So, so, Herr Doktor. / So, Herr Enemy.
• Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters ✖ Jump to one time, late one night, driving between Nowhere, Wyoming, and WhoKnowsWhere, Montana, when Seth says how your being born makes your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. "Then puberty makes you Satan," he says, "just because you want something better.
• JT Leroy, The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things ✖ The belt is slamming into me all over, my back, ass, and thighs, and the tears are streaming, and confessions of every sin and every evil thought or action I ever did or almost did pour out from my mouth. But I cry harder and harder as the truth washes over me. Even as he takes the belt between my legs and the pain is unbearable, I'm like an opportunistic mosquito, sucking blood down from the punishing hand of God, reaching down from heaven. I am still excited even though my thing has long been cured of its ability to have erections. I beg for it harder and harder so perhaps I can outrun it, but like my shadow, it has always been next to me. It follows me. As I hang from the gray bars, swaying, wet, and throbbing, I recognize the scent from earlier as blood. His switchblade at my crotch slices like I begged him, to try and help save me. One hand caressing, one hand cutting.
• Matthew 27:39-46 ✖ And they that passed by blasphemed him, wagging their heads, And saying: Vah, thou that destroyest the temple of God and in three days dost rebuild it: save thy own self. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross. In like manner also the chief priests, with the scribes and ancients, mocking said: He saved others: himself he cannot save. If he be the king of Israel, let him now come down from the cross: and we will believe him. He trusted in God: let him now deliver him if he will have him. For he said: I am the Son of God. And the selfsame thing the thieves also that were crucified with him reproached him with. Now from the sixth hour, there was darkness over the whole earth, until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour, Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying: Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani? That is, My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?

[edit] and we sleep inside of this machine

Brody is an original character made by me; his PB belongs to himself, however. I... swear I'm not a creeper. Lyrics from Brand New's "Jesus Christ".