APPLICATION [abax]

[brolociraptor]

player information.

name: Flurry
are you over 18?: Twenty!
personal dw: don't have one.
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: flurry.tan at gmail dot com, loltahdis on aim, tahdis on plurk
characters in abax: Nobody else!


in character information.

name: Bradley Keaton
age: 28
sex: M
race: Human
weight: 165 lbs
height: 6'0
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: N/A
canon point: Brad’s coming in a few months after the whole Sanjal/nightmares fiasco, just like Galen. People are finally starting to leave him alone as far as interviews about the Counter-Curse show that got them all the publicity in the first place, and now he’s working on the band’s fourth album and completely devoting himself to writing new songs, leaving little time for anything else.
previous cr: N/A

physical appearance:



Bradley, or Brad as he goes by, is tall, lanky and gangly, a combination of long legs and wildly waving arms. His hair is super thin and on the long side, with bangs that fall into his face. Most of the time he has some sort of color in it other than his usual black, usually blue, in the front bangs and in random chunks of hair on his head. It’s also unwashed a good portion of the time, and almost always looks greasy in some way, simply because, like his bandmate Galen, he doesn’t have time for showers. When it is clean though, it sticks out in different directions and can only be tamed by liberal amounts of hair product and a hair straightener, so the grease is usually easier for him to manage.

He has super pale blue eyes, almost grey if you’re not looking closely, and has been, at times, called a monkey-face. It’s more or less accurate; he’s got a weird looking face, with a big nose and a wide mouth, caterpillar eyebrows and a long, round face. With the facial features he has, it’s not hard at all for him to make a variety of weird scrunched up faces, meaning it’s hard to find pictures of him where he’s not making some sort of wacky expression. He’s usually clean shaven, unless he’s looking to freak people out (the last time he grew a mustache, the fans of TCC nearly rioted), and he doesn’t often have breakouts, though he did majorly when he was a teenager. Despite all of that, he’s not ugly, but he’s not mind-blowingly pretty, either, smack dab in the middle of the attractive scale.

As for clothes, he has a pretty wide variety. He’ll wear just about anything, but his favorite ensemble is a t-shirt, obscenely tight skinny jeans (which work well with his long, awkward giraffe legs) and a pair of converse. Studded belts, black dress shirts and skinny white ties, vests and hoodies all commonly can be found in his closet, but those are mostly for being on stage. He’s not as dressy as his other bandmates, and while he does let Terri do his makeup, he doesn’t switch his clothes between his stage life and his regular life unless the concert demands it.


world information:

The world Brad comes from is just like today’s modern day world, with a few minor differences. From Galen’s app, seeing as these two come from the same world:

“The important part of this world is how dreams work. For most people, dreams are just dreams, as we know them. There are certain people, however, who are special, in that they have a certain presence that makes them a little more visible to whatever lurks inside of dreams — a bit like working at a butcher’s all day and then going into a forest where wolves are known to live. Your chance of interaction with wolf teeth just went up about ten percent.”

Brad is not one of these people who are more visible to those who lurk in dreams, but his best friend and lead singer of the band he’s in is. Brad and the other two band members, Terri and Daphne, all know that there’s something up with Galen as far as dreams go, seeing as he lives off of coffee, but they don’t know what.

What they do know is something is screwing with Galen’s sleep, and they have no idea how to stop it.

history:

Brad was born in New York, to parents Lucy and Mark. He was a hyperactive child from the start (in the way that he was constantly in trouble), and his parents had a hard time figuring out what to do with him. His childhood is filled with visits to the doctor for possible ADHD, his parents thinking that was the only thing that his constant energy could be linked to. But each doctor they took him to told them no, he’s fine, it’s not ADHD—he just has a bit more to bring to the table than most kids.

Around his seventh birthday, Brad started to calm down a bit. He was less destructive, but not less active, because at this point his parents had decided to throw him in a sport. That definitely helped, and for the next few years of elementary school, Brad pushed all of his excess energy into soccer. While it was a useful sort of thing, it didn’t last too long. He only played through elementary school, and when he reached middle school, he found a new hobby.

That hobby was playing guitar. He’d seen on some television show that playing guitar made girls fall all over you, so he immediately pestered his parents for a guitar until he got one on his 14th birthday. From then on, he centered his life around that guitar. Get up, go to school, suffer through classes, come home and play guitar, go to bed. Rinse and repeat. This was most of his life in middle school; aside from a few girlfriends that went nowhere past the holding hands shyly phase, life was normal. Graduation came and went, and off to high school he went. Brad was decently smart so school wasn’t a huge deal, and he made a lot of friends. He was the class clown, and everybody knew who he was and liked him to some degree. One of the people he met was Galen Howard, who basically had all of the same interests as him. They were fast friends, and they dreamed of starting a band together someday. High school went on, Brad's guitar skills got better, he dated a few more girls—typical high school stuff.

College, however, was a different story. Here, Brad met some of his best friends—namely Daphne and Terri, as well as reinforcing his best friendship with Galen, and the four of them decided to form a band. And not more than five years later, Brad dropped out of college and The Counter Curse was signed to a major label and were off on world tours. There were massive amounts of press coverage, fans screaming outside of hotel rooms, interviewers with the same five questions over and over, and (Brad’s personal favorite) more than a million followers on Twitter. It was fabulous, and Brad thrived off the attention.

Years passed, and on the tour of their third album, Galen started having nightmares. It wasn’t a huge concern at first, because all of the band members were constantly tired out. Each and every show pretty much knocked them out. But Galen started getting worse, drinking metric tons of coffee and trying to stay up for days at a time, and the band, understandably, was concerned. As they continued the tour, Brad, Terri and Daphne managed to get bits and pieces out of Galen, starting to understand that Galen was having more than just nightmares.

Daphne took it upon herself to investigate reasons as to why Galen was suffering. By the time Brad and Terri were in on it, she had found a woman named Rhi, who explained to them the situation. Sometimes, nightmares find their way out of the haze, and cling to those who had a strong connection with the dreaming world. These nightmares would become power-hungry, would want to be kings or queens, and would, bit by bit, take away the pieces of the person they had targeted until nothing was left. From there, thousands of people would be dragged down into the nightmare’s kingdom, forever. It was only easier for this nightmare in particular to use Galen, seeing as he drew in massive amounts of people to one place at a time for concerts.

So the band promised to do whatever they could to help. With Rhi’s help, they created a concoction, one that would allow them to enter Galen’s dream. Before the show that night, Brad knocked Galen out and they allowed the nightmare to take over. It was clear that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t Galen, and sure enough, the concert began, and the nightmare snapped his fingers. All four thousand concert goers, plus the band, fell asleep, dragged into the nightmare’s dream kingdom.

Waking up in the dream was a bit of a shock. After testing their limits in the dream (Brad found out, excitedly, that he could summon up a baseball bat with his mind), they set off to find Galen. Hordes of monsters and bad dreams attacked them as they traveled, and somehow, after making it through all of that, they found Galen, dazed and confused, in the bedroom of his childhood home. It took some convincing and some retelling of old memories, but they managed to pull Galen back out of the dream confusion, and bit by bit, the Galen they knew returned. They set off to find Sanjal, the nightmare in question, and through Galen’s ability to manipulate the dream, managed to beat him. A flash of light and a roaring whirlwind of noise later, Brad and the rest of the band, plus the four thousand concert goers, woke up on the floor of the arena. There was immediate panic—the concert goers had no idea what had just happened—but the band was calm enough, just relieved to be awake again.

Of course, the media didn’t leave this alone; they caused an uproar that saturated all of the press coverage and interviews The Counter-Curse had for the next several months. Galen ended up recovering in the hospital for a short time, the rest of the band for an even shorter period. Through all of this, Brad managed to keep his head on straight; Galen was (and still is) his best friend, and Daphne and Terri teased him at times for being like a loyal dog at the side of its master. Brad didn’t mind the label; he took the media’s speculations that perhaps he and Galen were secretly lovers with a grain of salt and a good sense of humor (he’d already been joking around about that sort of thing on Twitter for years anyway) and kept it up. Time passed, Galen got out of the hospital, the band took a bit of a break, and then started writing their next album with a sort of intense ferocity. Brad wrote four songs, Galen wrote another six, Terri and Daphne contributed their own bits and pieces, and within the year they were well on their way to finishing.

It’s here that Brad was taken.

personality:



[Positives] Smart, enthusiastic, creative, social, talkative, willing to try just about anything, adaptable
[Negatives] Flighty, impulsive, restless, nosy, sometimes takes jokes too far, crude sense of humor

You know that guy who seems like he's too old to be making poop jokes? That's kind of how Brad is. To those who don't know him well, he's crude, obnoxious, and he has a penchant for saying ridiculous things with a straight face. He challenges people to duels, uses chatspeak in face to face conversation, and gets all up in your face. Brad's always listening for gossip, talking to random strangers, randomly breaking out into song, dancing in place; he's full of energy and not afraid to show it. This can get annoying, obviously, and while he does know when he should tone it down, he doesn't. Life is more fun when you do whatever the hell you want, he thinks. This actually can be one of his biggest flaws at times, though. There’s a time and place for being ridiculous, but Brad missed that memo; he's almost always joking, and it gets to the point where people won't take him seriously when he actually is being serious. He's flippant about a lot, including dangerous situations, which... well, is dangerous.

But to those who do know him, those who are close, he's a sincerely good friend. He might not be the one who you'd want to get advice from, but he's always willing to get up at three in the morning and drive over to your house to eat a pint of ice cream and watch stupid movies if you need him to. Giving useful advice isn’t really his strong suit, though, as much as he tries. He likes giving advice and helping his friends, and he’ll often ask someone who looks down what’s wrong, but put too much on his shoulders and he'll bail immediately. He doesn’t like stress, and he’s aware distancing himself from people who need cheering up is sort of a douche thing to do, but he honestly doesn’t know how to help them. Distracting people from their problems is more his forte. He's the friend you go to if you need a spontaneous adventure; he doesn't like being bored and he will do whatever is necessary to avoid it.

Brad likes to think of himself as a musician first. He's been playing guitar since he was sixteen, and he has a bit of experience with the drums. Guitar is what he's the best at, though. He picks up on things pretty fast; if he's interested enough in something, he'll spend all his free time trying to get it perfect. He's been known to be handed a brand new song in the morning and spend all day and night learning it without any breaks, only to have it mostly down in the morning. He's good at talking and keeping people distracted, which can come in handy both when he's trying to cheer someone up and when he's trying to get out of trouble. Brad's also incredibly adaptable. Put him in a new or unusual situation, and he can figure out how to best work through it pretty fast, while motivating those around him to do the same. He's quick on his feet when it comes to coming up with new ideas, and while they might not always be exactly relevant or useful (and like 75% of the time, they’re not), at least it's on the ball.

However, Brad has a terrible attention span. He's flighty, and it's not unusual for him to put energy into several different tasks and not just focus on one thing, resulting in a trail of unfinished projects in his wake. He's unorganized too, which only makes his habit of starting nine projects at once and not finishing any of them worse. To add onto all of that, Brad is impulsive. This is a terrible trio of traits, really. Brad will take on those nine different projects at once on a whim, lose the plans or papers for them, lose interest, and then go off and start three other projects the next day.

tl;dr: He can be an asshole sometimes and way more obnoxious than necessary, but under all of his penis jokes and manly man manness, he’s a big squishy dude who likes to beat people who threaten his friends with baseball bats after they get home from spontaneously going skydiving.

abilities/powers:

Brad is decent at talking himself out of trouble, and he’s a pretty accomplished guitar player. He also makes a mean dong shaped cookie. It’s a thing.

first person sample:

http://eclipser.insanejournal.com/2451.html

https://twitter.com/#!/braddinator

(It’s important to note that in the first sample, Brad is a bit drunk. But his personality doesn’t really change all that much when he’s intoxicated—he’s just maybe a tad bit more obnoxious. I can definitely do other samples if you need them!)

third person sample:

“Oh my fucking god!” A voice cackled from the back of the bus. “This is gold!”

From the kitchen of the bus, Brad poked his head up, a bit reminiscent of a meerkat, trying to figure out who it was who just shouted. There were only around five or six people there on the bus, so it wasn’t a hard task. Clearly, Daphne had found his stash of terrible The Counter Curse fanfiction that he’d printed out for a rainy day. Cackling himself, Brad vaulted over the counter of the tiny bus kitchen and catapulted himself onto the couch, right next to a giggling Daphne. With a big, impish grin, Brad rolled onto his back and peered up at Daphne, arms pillowed underneath his head.

“Ahh, I see you found my stash,” Brad said, pulling his fingers out from under his head to waggle them around cryptically. “Be gentle, this is its first time.”

As if on cue, Galen’s voice rang out from the back of the bus: “You better not be reading fucking Bralen fic, you assholes!”

That sent the two on the couch into a renewed stream of helpless giggles. After a moment, Brad snatched the papers out of Daphne’s hands and rolled off the couch, practically prancing towards the back of the bus where he knew Galen was hiding. Adopting his best dramatic narrator voice, Brad leaned around the doorframe, hanging off of it like some kind of monkey.

“Brad knew that Galen was lonely, too, but Galen really only liked girls, and Brad knew that. He knew that since college. So he'd never try,” Brad read off, managing to keep a straight face. He reached to press his hand over his heart, like a swooning maiden. “Still, sometimes when he looked Galen in the eye he thought he could see why the stars reminded him of Galen's eyes so much.” Cue dramatic pause, then:

“They were both the color of loneliness.”

A peal of laughter broke out from the front of the bus as Galen groaned loudly, and Brad threw the papers in the air as he divebombed the bed Galen was flopped on, making obnoxious kissy faces.

“Come ooon, I know you want to kiiiiss me,” Brad sang, nuzzling up all against Galen’s side. Galen was doing his best to look grumpy, but Brad knew he was laughing—he could see it clearly. “You want to looove me, you want to maaarry meee—”

Galen finally laughed, pushing at Brad’s face, and Brad allowed himself to be knocked off to the side, grinning widely. He might not have actually been in love with Galen, but still, making him laugh after all of the shit they’d been through lately… well, it’s just nice.

case no: Random is fine!