NAPIER, Brandon Gerard

[Brandon Napier]

BRANDON GERARD NAPIER
•Would you do it again?
Of course I would.
Of course I should.•

»»Full Name: Brandon Gerard Napier
»»Nicknames: Bam
»»Birthday: 27th of February, 1996.
»»Gender: ... Male
»»Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
»»Occupation: None
»»Eye Color: Hazel
»»Hair Color: Naturally black, dyed red currently.
»»Height: 5'7
»»Weight: 127 lbs.
»»Overall Appearance: Slightly thinner than you expect, but no scars or tattoos, just normal ink doodles on his hands and arms when he gets bored.

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»»Dislikes: 5+

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»»Personality:
Psychotic when seriously angry, Bam suffers from bipolar disorder and is a pyromaniac. He sometimes has episodes of manic anger which normally involves him throwing things or generally being violent. He's naturally loud, and louder than loud when he shouts. Sometimes he can act like a small child, with tantrums or when he'd told off for something. He never says sorry and is a compulsive liar. He has lied to multiple people about his past, and no one is quite sure which version is true, though they all know that he has a mum and a brother (deceased or not, only Bam knows) and a father who isn't in the picture, though when he left is a complete mystery.

Otherwise, Bam can be friendly, though annoying, and often trying to his victims of annoyance. Bam can be louder than anyone else and normally decides that he needs to be. He also has a general lack of concern for his own safety and other people's safety...

He's also a tiny bit self conscious. If someone says that he's fat, even if they're joking around, or makes a comment about how he looks, he crosses his arms over his stomach and gets a little defensive.

»»Situation: Gifted
»»Powers: Complete destruction and fire.
»»Weaknesses: With destruction, it would have to be a building very strong, but he can't really use the destruction unless he's angry... Fire's weakness is obvious: water.

»»Family:
Mum: Donna Napier - 35
Dad: Donald Napier - 37
Brother: Jack Napier - 15
Uncle: Gerard Napier - 35
Grandparents: Helena and Arthur Napier - 65 and 68.
»»Other Important People:
Aunt: Jennifer Napier - 32
Cousin: Suzanna Napier - 16
»»Pets: None.
»»History:
Born to Donna and Donald Napier in New Jersey, Brandon is the oldest of two. His mother and father had different ideas on how to raise him and so often argued. Brandon can't remember any of these arguments, due to the fact that he wasn't even one at the time, and so he was blissfully ignorant of the disagreements. A few months after Brandon turned one, his brother, Jack, was born. A week after Jack was born, Donald Napier left, claiming that Jack was not his child and so he wouldn't bring up someone else's child. How wrong could Donald be? Well... Very wrong. Brandon is actually the son of Donald's brother, Gerard, though none of the Napiers except Donna knows this. Jack, however, is definitely Donald's child.

And that is just the beginning of his life.

The next few years of Brandon's life was all rather un-eventful... He spent the time throwing cushions and such at Jack and getting them thrown back. He also managed to fall down some stairs, though no one had any idea how considering he'd been nowhere near the stairs moments before...

When he was seven, Gerard began teaching Brandon how to skateboard. Gerard gave Brandon a clean skateboard and told him that he could design whatever he wanted and Gerard had a friend who could put the design on the board. Brandon didn't bother drawing anything for a long time, as he just didn't know what to draw. He didn't want it to be too over the top, but at the same time, he didn't want it to be too boring... Until such a time as he could figure it out, Brandon had a completely clear skateboard deck. However, with the skateboard, came one of his most obvious traits: His possessiveness.

Growing up, Brandon had been sent to his father's house in England for one week every Summer. Brandon hated it there, but Donald insisted it happen. While at Donald's house, Brandon was taught about how much better than everyone else, though Brandon never really understood why... When Brandon was seven, with his skateboard, he went to Donald's house for his week in the Summer. Donald, being the everything hating git he is, took the skateboard away. Mistake number one. He then said that if Brandon tried to get it back, he would break it. Mistake number two. Brandon's solution? Stand over Donald with a knife as Donald slept and grin when the man woke up... Needless to say, Brandon scared Donald so much that night that he gave the skateboard back. Brandon was perfectly pleasant for the rest of the week.

When he was eight, Brandon showed just how far his possessiveness would take him. A boy in Brandon's neighbour hood decided to threaten to break Brandon's skateboard. As you can probably guess, Brandon was less than pleased. So much so, that he got a brick and attempted to beat the boy to death until Donna stopped him and it was about then that everyone who knew him knew that if they touched the board, he would murder them on the spot. He didn't seem to have any care for anyone when he got that angry. Donna probably hoped that it would be the only time he would get that angry... She was right. Brandon has not been that angry since then.

Brandon's ninth year of life went by without much happening once more.

When Brandon was ten, though, more stuff happened. He accidentally killed a neighbour's rat when it ran across the ground in front of him and he threw a brick at it. He found Gerard's drugs, and almost got hit by Gerard until Jennifer, Gerard's wife, stopped him. Brandon had run away from Gerard as fast as his short, ten year old legs could. It was also around this time that Brandon found out that Donald didn't like dyed hair. The first thing Brandon did upon finding this out? Ask his mum if he could dye his hair bright red. Donna agreed, though not knowing that it was to annoy Donald, and they soon moved from New Jersey to England as Donna wanted her sons to get the chance of going to her high school. Donald moved to France and never bothered to keep in contact with Donna, Brandon and Jack. This suited Brandon just fine, even though Brandon would never be able to annoy his father with his bright red hair. Just before moving to England, Brandon handed Gerard a design for the skateboard, and Gerard's friend put it onto the board. The design? Flames, with needles (though he's afraid of needles) as logs at the bottom of the flames, and doves flying away from the flames... No one said he was exactly normal...

When Brandon turned eleven, he got into his new school, after leaving his middle school, having throwing a book at a fellow student, then trying to shove another student down the stairs. In his new school, he made enemies with pretty much all of the boys in his classes, except from a fuzzy haired boy named Ray. He also made friends with a boy three years older than him, called Bob. However, none of the other boys actually tried to attack Brandon except from one who Brandon really couldn't remember the name of who tried to hit Brandon in the face... Brandon ended up breaking the boy's nose with a plant pot...

Other than random acts of destruction towards his books, desks he sat at, chairs and other random school belongings (rulers, pencils, etc.), nothing really happened when Brandon was in year seven/his first year of high school.

In the Summer holidays between year seven and year eight, Brandon proved how possessive he was about his possessions once more when he hit Bob for touching his Batman graphic novels... That didn't go down all that well and Bob threatened to knock Brandon out... Which Brandon laughed at and told him to 'go right ahead because otherwise I'll bloody murder you'...

In Brandon's second year of high school, Brandon made enemies with a year seven boy named Ashley and a friend out of an, at the time, orange haired year seven called Harley. Ashley and Harley were also friends, so you can all imagine how ecstatic Ashley was to find out that Harley and Brandon were friends... Jack also joined high school, and majorly disliked the fact that Brandon had quite so many enemies, as this made for bullying towards Jack... Which Brandon stopped by telling anyone he knew was bullying his brother that he would scoop out their eyes with sporks and burn the people alive... The teachers didn't take too kindly to this and Brandon ended up in detentions for starting fights in the middle of a corridor...

In the Summer before Brandon's third year, Donna trusted Brandon to have half a cup of coffee... Bad idea. The caffeine almost caused Brandon to burn the house down... It was about this time that the Napiers agreed with each other that Brandon was a pyromaniac...

Year nine was pretty much uneventful... The most he did? Smash a window of the school with a brick because he got into an argument, the other person walked off and Brandon threw a brick at them... Through a window... The teachers didn't seem that impressed by that, either, and gave him three weeks suspention... During these three weeks, he started a number of fires and almost set fire to his school... He then began bullying the year eights (Harley and Jack's year group), then decided to just pick on anyone and everyone... Much more fair... One of the teachers left, and Brandon only ever really respected that teacher... So he started a riot in the class that had the new teacher and was suspended for another week... He then put forward his options for year ten. These were Art and Creative and Media Diploma.

He was in the year group that didn't have any SATs, and so he didn't need to do any major exams at the end of the year... Which probably everyone was thankful for, as he'd tried to sit exams before and just failed miserably at being quiet. He'd ended up, in one of them, trying to pull his desk apart...

Anyways! So, the Summer before year ten was rather uneventful, except for the fact that Brandon made up a girlfriend so that his mother would stop asking whether or not he had one...

In year ten, he found out that he was allowed to do his options! Though, Diploma would require hard work for the next two years, and Art wasn't exactly a walk in the park either... This didn't stop Brandon from getting bored in his free lessons, though, and on more than one occasion, he'd ended up getting kicked out of whatever class room he was in with the three others in his year who was doing Diploma. This normally resulted in him wandering around the school until the next lesson, when he'd get bored and probably end up throwing paper balls at other students... Near the end of year ten, Brandon's school got set on fire. No, it wasn't Brandon, but Brandon was definitely jealous because it wasn't him... He would've love to burn the bloody evil place down... Unfortunately, it didn't happen, and so Brandon would just have to deal with it...

So, the Summer before Brandon's last year in high school, and guess what! No, it wasn't all that uneventful. Jack found a huge tree house at the bottom of the garden, and Brandon made up another girfriend... Alexandra...

Brandon was in his last year of high school, happy that it was his last year as he really could not put up with much more, and the year was pretty uneventful until it was nearing his sixteenth birthday. One February, a child got Brandon annoyed, somehow. Normally, nothing would've happened and the boy would just be set on fire, because why not? Nothing was there to stop the, at the time, fifteen year old...

Anyway, one thing led to another and the school was blown up. Yes, just like that. Brandon, his brother and a couple of other children who were not in the school at the time were the only survivors. Brandon never spoke up that it had been him who'd done it, but his mother found out and they moved to London. Donna hoped that Brandon would be able to stop himself blowing anything else up, and so far, so good.

»»Roleplay Sample:

The child had angered him. It wasn't just anger, though, of course it wasn't. Nothing could just anger him. His anger was bad at the best of times, but not even Bam could've expected what would happen next. The walls began to shake, though Bam didn’t notice it at first in his anger, and great cracks began to puncture and splinter the walls. Within minutes, walls began to shatter and smash, dust clouds from the bricks began to rise and form. Confusion was imprinteded on the fifteen year old’s face as the walls began to crumble and fall. The ceiling and floor fell in and Bam dropped.
Surprise and shock were all that stopped Bam from feeling any pain. His brain wasn’t quite registering what was going on, though he ducked into the doorframe of the deputy principle’s office. The ceilings above him where collapsing and Bam curled into a ball in the frame. He was scared, yes, but also wanting to know what was going on. Confusion, shock and fear werethe main feelings pulsing through his blood,but somewhere, at the back of his mind, there was one that was misplaced at such a time: Certainty.

He knew, somehow, that this was his fault. It had to be. It wasn’t everyday that a random school in England began to collapse and crumble.

Ten minutes, then twenty minutes, then half an hour passed and eventually the school, the jail-like building that had, less than an hour ago, had many young people crowding through its corridors and hallways, had fallen. The building had crumbled and fallen and now, Bam was certain that there were no survivors. However, he wanted to know where his brother was. He needed to know. His younger brother had been here, so he needed to know if he was alive. Jack was smart, of course he was, but the building had broken so suddenly...

Getting out of the doorframe, Bam began to move forward, now realising that there was pain in his arm, and he looked around, seeing his brother and a couple of people who’d been outside. Jack was safe. Good... However, the pain in his arm was getting worse and Bam found himself stumbling out of the wreakage of the school...

»»Alias: Crow
»»How you found us: ... I stumbled upon the site.
»»RP experience: 2 years
»»Your expected level of activity: I'll be on most of the time, though only reply when I have things to reply to.

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