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Name: 
Brody Elliott Cunningham

Age and Grade: 
17 | Junior

Gender: 
Male

Appearance: 


"You’re actually going to let people see you in THAT? Oh, just kill me."Brody Cunningham

The human body is a temple. Treated poorly, it crumbles away into nothing. Treated right, and, well, you get Brody. Standing at five foot eleven, and weighing... wouldn’t you like to know, the dapper lad has a more slender build and walks with near perfect posture and an aura of pride. Anybody would, if they knew they looked as nice as he did.

But being as fabulous as Brody wasn’t something to which one simply woke up. It takes time and effort. First thing in the morning? The hair. Those brown locks have got to behave. Once the mane is tamed, the unruly hairs are obliterated. Goodbye, rebellious brow beasts. Sayonara, peach fuzz. After his follicles have submitted to his will, Brody turns his gaze to makeup. Not too much, mind you, he’s simply going to class, not to rub elbows with the stars. Yet.

They say the clothes make the man. They say a lot about a guy. Is he a rebel? An athlete? A complete and total slob? Brody’s wardrobe is vast and powerful. The likelihood of his sporting the same outfit twice in a month? Low. Twice in a week? Hahahaha, no. Go away. At the moment, he’s feeling...basic, solid or simple patterned fitted dress shirt, trousers, and maaaybe a vest. In any case, his bowtie and suspender game is most definitely ‘on-point’. 
 

Personality: 

“Aww, I think it’s adorable how you chatter on and on despite nobody even remotely paying attention to what you’re saying, or even the fact that you exist. Maybe if you lost fifty pounds and did something about that ratty bird’s nest, somebody might actually give you the time of day. Not likely, but worth a shot. Now fly away, baby bird, I’m done with you. Shoo shoo.”Brody Cunningham to underclassman

Vain. Selfish. Confident. Arrogant. Fabulous. Brody Cunningham is a lot of things. Nice? Not exactly one of those things. Not genuine, at least. The boy is obsessed with status, popularity, rumors, the whole nine yards. However, a total assclown doesn’t oft become very much liked. Not naturally, at least. Yet Brody, over the years, has become sort of a master of donning masks. Saying the right things to right people. In other words, he’s a total fake. But he’s damn good at it, and hey, fake it till you make it, right?

To those he deems as equal or higher than him, Brody can seem like such a charmer. But again, that stops at the skin. Once he feels like he has risen above another? Well, friends, let the shitting begin. Tearing down another person? Well, it makes him feel a little bit better. And it keeps the status quo. Really, people, his verbal bashing is really just for the good of everyone.

But inside? Inside lives a deeply insecure little boy. A little boy who knows what he’s doing is just cruel and hates it. But showing weakness would just be a one-way ticket back to the other side of the abuse. And that’s just a deal breaker.

Backstory: 

The only boy in a gaggle of gals, Brody was the second child, behind sister Veronica, and ahead of Megan and Samantha. His mother, Jasmine, is running the show alone, ever since Brody’s father bit the big one. Massive heart attack, a few years back. Brody doesn’t exactly know what his father did, but the family is rather wealthy, so why ask questions?

Brody was born and raised in Sandalwood. Sure, he’s been all over the place as far as traveling goes, but his home, for now, is the small, dinky town near the Oregon coast. But the guy has bigger dreams, much bigger dreams. Hollywood and/or Broadway dreams. His mother’s always been rather supportive of it, enrolling him in vocal and dance lessons, finding a pianist to teach the boy how to soothe the ivory keys. And he was actually pretty good at it, which just filled him with joy. His rather jealous peers, however, less than thrilled. They picked at him. Rich boy. Sissy. Queer. Fag.

He was bullied quite a bit. Soon, a cycle started. The bullying at a school would just increase and increase, up until it got to a point that he had to bail, hit the next one on the list. Why, it was as if he were changing schools about as often as he changed pants. The newest stop on the hellish ride through adolescence? Edison High. Although this time? He has a plan. Tear down the haters before they tear him down. Simple enough.

So why join S.P.I.R.I.T?

Brody doesn't actually believe in any of the bullshit the club is claiming to stand for. Seriously, ghosts and ghouls? Grow up. For real.

But...

But hanging around a bunch of losers like that would make him seem more, oh what's the word? Grounded? More grounded, more down-to-earth. And he'd need that. After all, what better way to win an election for Class President or Prom King than to stir up the uninterested masses? To whip them into voting? And they would too, just to get back at the poor jackasses who just so happened to be at the top of the school's food chain.

For now, anyway.

In any case, what the ghosthunting kiddies thought of him was irrelevant. He just had to be seen, and that would be enough to feed the rumor mill.

Skills and Strengths: 
Brody has a great singing voice, and actually has some good moves on the dance floor. The lessons really did pay off 
He’s rather quick-witted
Pretty quick-footed as well. Not the fastest guy around, but he holds his own
Able to sew
Not a bad liar

Flaws and Weaknesses: 
Incredibly Vain
Incredibly Selfish
Incredibly Arrogant
Rather self-conscious about looks, family, sexuality
Can be rather cruel
Bit of a bully at times

Quirks: 
So, while not a complete and total coward, Brody has his share of fears. Heights? Check. Fire? Double check. Spiders? ...pleaseno?

He hates dirt. He hates being dirty. If everything could just be clean forever, that’d be great. 

Is a sucker for ginger guys. Go figure.

Other: 

Going with Turquoise as the color this time around.
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