It's A Cataclysm
BRINKLEY NEAL HASSELHOF
Clean. Sarcastic. Indifferent. Sullen. Sixteen. MaleLooks like Mat Gordon
A night sky full of cries
Hearts filled with lies
The contract – is it worth the price?
The truth exists beyond the gates
THE BASICS
Hey! My name is Brinkley Neal Hasselhof
You can call me Brinkley. Brink.
I am sixteen years old.
I was born on March 26th.
Right now, I'm a Sophomore in High School.
You can see that I am a male.
I'm into both so that makes me bisexual.
You could say I run with artists & jocks.
APPEARANCE
Brinkley would like for strangers and acquaintances alike to think of him as immaculate. That isn’t often the case, however, as hard as he tries. There are times where he is so caught up composing he forgets to get up from the piano stool to even shower. When he isn’t wasting away by tinkering at the piano keys, he busily takes care of his appearance. Hair is very important to him therefore his bathroom is full of hair products. Wax is his best friend. Neal hardly ever lets his hair grow too long as he finds it to be synonymous with rebelliousness and sloth. His clothes are always tailored to fit his body. Baggy pants should be abolished, he believes, along with crocs and mullets. Being a picky eater, Brink’s face is thin and elongated; casting an appearance of sickliness.
His handsome olive eyes make up for his face’ and body’s shortcomings. They’re slightly oval shaped and he doesn’t have a lot of lashes. His eyebrows aren’t superbly thick but Brink does rely on them quite often to express his moods. Looming at 5’10” he often complains about such an inconvenience since he has to slouch to play the piano. Looking for a way to stay healthy (and not develop a hunchback) he joined the Track & Field team where he is moderately successful.
Brinkley has a ragged crescent shaped car over his heart from surviving a plane crash.
AN IN-DEPTH LOOK
ABOUT ME
Because his Father was never home, Brinkley helped his sickly Mother with the household chores. Early in life, Brink learned the importance of cleanliness and organization. When his Mother was too ill to move, he also learned to cook from watching cooking networks on T.V. Along with developing a possible OCD with cleaning, Brink’s palette grew beyond what his parents could provide. He was no longer satisfied with the simple meals his parent’s budget could afford and began to lose weight. Brinkley never complained though seeing as they at least paid for his music lessons; something that he considered he couldn’t live without.
Giving up his dreams of becoming a top chef, he drowned himself in piano and music sheets upon his Father’s return. Those sleepless nights spent with his father learning how to read and write music were the most precious days of his life. It wasn’t soon before Brinkley was flying off with his Father to a concert hall. Unfortunately, there was an engine malfunction and the small plane crashed in an inhabited mountain.
Unconscious, and the last remaining survivor, it took the authorities three days to find the injured 12 year old.
After such an incident, Brinkley became much more sullen and less enthusiastic. The only time his face was graced with some kind of semblance of happiness and serenity was when he was playing the piano. Having, he believes, outgrown the town; Brinkley spends most of his days sneering at the youth’s lack of talent and ambition wishing he could leave the town to a far away place to continue his music career. Flying to Europe though, would require getting on a plane; something his traumatic past won’t allow him.
It doesn’t help that he can’t remember what happened thanks to the self-preserving instinct of his brain that suppresses the memories of the plane crash. For now, he only reveals (and rather reluctantly) that he suffers from Acrophobia, and an aversion to anything orange in color.
I'm super fond of Italian and asian cuisine, cleaning products, wax, classical music, piano and old fashioned quills.
But I do not care for the color orange, planes, bungee jumping, rock climbing, cruises, open waters, elevators, sky diving…
Some of my aspirations include
+ Musical Perfection.
+ Finding a way to be permanently clean
+ Leaving this town
A few fears sometimes get in the way
+ Heights.
+ The Ocean.
+ Messing up Choplin in front of others
FURTHER MORE
History
After the death of his Father, Brinkley’s Mother fell into depression. Already weak because of her illness (which he doesn’t disclose), she soon passed away. Only 12 years old, Brinkley was handed to his aunt and uncle living in Bay Grove. Instantly, Brink hated the weather. He was used to living in a mountainous region where the breeze always smelled of a sweet mixture of maple and pine trees.
His aunt and uncle own a small local supermarket where they constantly try to get Brinkley to work part-time. Brink refuses to place himself in such a shabby place. Instead, he found a weekend job teaching little children music. When Brinkley first started middle school, girls always approached him. He did well in classes, always participated in all of the talent shows and wasn’t very bad looking. His personality though, had never allowed him to make close or long-lasting friends. Brinkley is honest to a fault, indifferent and arrogant. He cannot find himself socializing with someone he doesn’t believe to be up to his level.
This doesn’t seem to stop the occasional girl (or boy) from making eyes at him, though, as much as he would will it.
My family is boring, embarrassing, highly common and unoriginal
+ Aunt and Uncle
+ Tamar and Joe Green, 37 & 42 respectively.
+ God, No. No pets.
