Post by brent zachary mckinney on Mar 23, 2013 23:20:48 GMT
brent zachary mckinney
Hey, my name is... Brent Zachary McKinney
But most call me... generally something insulting
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... fourty-eight years
Which means I was born... 4th October
My blood runs with... Siren x Fire Faerie
I'm a... teacher
And only a... business studies teacher
My eyes are... hazel
And my hair is... dark brown
One could say... that I am an incredibly handsome individual and I take pride in that. At 5'8" I'm not as tall as the average guy but I'm not some sort of leprechaun either. Sometimes I dabble witha littlea fair amount of make up, although that isn't exactly out of the ordinary. A boy's got to look good.
I'm normally seen wearing... something smartly odd that nearly always includes a blazer
And I supposedly look like... Brandon Flowers
All round... I've inherited a lot of my traits from my parents, so I chose to pass the blame onto them for the way I've turned out. My mother is a siren, which means that I've ended up being rather vain but she is also very calm and collected. Obviously, that part of her personality failed to be passed onto me. I get my temper and general unpleasantness from my father, who is a fire faerie. Perhaps I'm a bit worse than he is though, once a few people tried to tell me that I was. I'm not all horrible though, I was just cursed with a few too many flaws due to the species I've descended from. It's kind of sad, really. I never asked to be this way.
I'm more gentle with the few people I'm close to and attempt to control my behaviour around them; which is a lot easier said than done, mind you. A lot of the time, I end up subconsciously twisting the truth when communicating with others. I've ended up telling too many lies and I'm still very young - I'm just hoping that they won't catch up with me for a long time yet.
That's about it. I won't start going on about music because then I'll be here forever it's ended up being such a huge part of me so I'll just tell you this: I may or may not have more than a slight obsession with pianos. I just... don't go there. They're my babies. Oh, yes, and you don't even want to hear about my alleged 'pyromania' or 'alcoholism', which are basically just a load of shit.
I'm in love with... music, alcohol, sleep, fire, dogs
Though I detest... other animals, water, being controlled, the majority of people, my parents
But my best assets are... that I'm dedicated (to certain things), confident and have outstanding musical ability
However my worst... are my short temper, slight pyromania and alcohol dependency
And I dream of... finally finding something worthwhile to do with my life, since I'm going to be around for an awfully long time
My life story... well, it isn't all that interesting if you want an honest answer - y'know, sort of. I was born in the USA and grew up as an only child, which lead to me basically being a spoilt brat. Whatever I wanted, my parents got me (within reason, obviously, they aren't quite as foolish as you would first think). My father worked as a teacher so I got extra help with school work and all that. It was good that I didn't end up wasting my education. It all started going downhill when I'd left school. That was all because I felt suffocated by my parents. They were always there to suggest things, nag me, irritate me and it drove me up the wall. Since I was little, I'd had a dangerous temper and a limited amount of control over my powers. Countless times, I'd end up setting things alight. But when I was around nineteen years old, I'd had enough of my parents and something had just snapped. I ended up setting a whole floor of the house on fire, which caused the whole building to fall apart. I don't know what happened to my parents after that but I assume they made it out. Or hope. I don't particularly wish to be labelled as a murderer.
After the whole massive house-burning incident, I fled to England and heard nothing else from/about my family. I guess that they sorted things out, I don't really care as long as they stay away from me. Things weren't easy then. I had nothing but a few measly qualifications to hold to my name as well as a tiny sum of money. I managed to get a job, make some valuable friends by plastering on a disgustingly fake smile and pretending to be someone I wasn't which helped me out a lot. I found somewhere to live, acquired more money as I met more people within work. Of course, I'd landed myself with a few boyfriends or girlfriends over the years too but there was never anything I'd call serious. Once people got too close, they were scared away. I respected that - somewhat.
By the time I was running my own business I was in my mid-late thirties. It was successful at first, which was great but it got really bad towards the end. And now I have a huge debt, no friends, a failed business and no money coming in which is why I'm picking up a job at Northvale Academy. I'll probably regret it. Let's face it, I end up regretting 99.9% of the things I do.
I was born to... Madison and Clayton McKinney
Not to mention... my komondor dog, Dianne
My ooc name is... Connie[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... a year and a half
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...Teaching was so much worse than running a business, Brent was learning that the hard way and he didn't like it one bit. The easiest thing to do would be to set everything on fire and claim that there was some horrific accident and now he couldn't get on with grading this work because it was now nothing more than a pile of ashes. Instead, he could grade the ashes. That would probably be less painful than this. Unfortunately, he feared that all the ashes would end up getting mixed together which was create a bit of an issue there since he wouldn't be able to tell whose ashes were whose.
He blinked, realising he'd been sat completely still, just staring at the wall for a few minutes now and daydreaming about grading ashes. See, this new job was steadily stealing away what little sanity he had left. Or maybe that was the drink. Brent couldn't tell, nor did he wish too anymore. Why was he teaching such a boring subject in the first place? No, why was he even teaching? The man groaned loudly before letting his head fall forward to rest on his desk. Too many questions.
