Brooks Robertson

[Brooks Emory Robertson]

BROOKS EMORY ROBERTSON

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NAME:

[/b] Brooks Emory Robertson.
AGE:[/b] 16
YEAR: Junior.
GENDER: Male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual.
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Xavier Samuel.


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FAMILY:

Father: William Truitt Robertson III
Mother: Cassandra Leigh Robertson
Older Brother: Landon Truitt Robertson (28)
Older Brother: Bennett Matthew Robertson (24)
Older Brother: Quinlan Gray Robertson (21)
Twin Brother: Colton Wesley Robertson (16)

HISTORY:

Brooks Emory Robertson was born on a chilly March morning in Birmingham, Alabama, two minutes after his twin brother, Colton. The tiny new additions to the Robertson family, who made their home in Grayson Valley, were a bit of a surprise; they hadn't been expecting to have another baby, let alone twins, but they loved the boys just the same, as parents do. However, at the time, their other sons were twelve, eight, and five; it was an adjustment for sure, especially for them, but the family was happy, the perfect example of a southern small-town family.

Life was normal. Beautifully, peacefully normal. They were ordinary Southern folk, the polite, church-going type. His father was a military man, which meant that the Robertson household was one focused on discipline, responsibility, and keeping the boys in line. Brooks' personality fit in perfectly with this. He was very serious and shy, even as a young child, and didn't talk much. His complete lack of desire to play with kids his age occasionally worried his parents, but there was nothing wrong with the boy, it was obviously just his preference.

Another reason not to worry was Landon, the boy's oldest brother-- Landon had always been much like their youngest boy was then, and was very protective of little Brooks as a result. The two were extremely close, Landon almost becoming a third parent to him. But when Landon left for college when Brooks was six, problems began to arise. His mother, again concerned about her smallest boy, started to pay more attention to him. This wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for Quinlan, eleven years old at the time. Quinlan had always harbored some resentment for the twins, given that he had been awfully used to being the youngest in the family. Landon being around to help his parents with them had given Quinlan the attention he craved. But his mother spending less time on him upon his oldest brother's departure certainly angered him. He began acting out, talking back, making trouble at school, and beating on his little brothers. Brooks was the perfect victim, still very small, nearly defenseless. Despite all of his parents' efforts, Quinlan would never be a good boy again, and Brooks withdrew even more from his family, hiding in his room most of the time. Even so, he developed a strong attachment to his twin. Colton was his polar opposite, outgoing and absolutely refusing to let anyone screw with him. He was Brooks' protector, in a sense, and often his only friend.

As the years went by and the boys got older, Brooks became more involved in activities that didn't require him to leave his bedroom. He was very bright, and while that didn't always reflect on every aspect of his report card, it showed in his favorite pastimes; he loved to read and write, and often found himself writing to make sense of his own life. When another boy was mean to him at school, he remembered what his parents and teachers at Sunday school always told him about forgiveness, but he did not automatically forgive. He would return home, sit at his desk, and write out every reason for the boy to be mean to him. It became a coping mechanism, especially when his brother's behavior became downright frightening to him. He reasoned with himself constantly, working in religious teachings he'd received over the years. It was when he was thirteen that this became more difficult.

It was that year that Brooks first kissed a boy-- or, really, that a boy kissed him. At the time it had been painfully negative, one of the popular boys having dared a friend to do it. He was so upset, so embarrassed, and he, despite being raised to always assume the best and look for the good in people, couldn't find anything positive to say about either of the boys, or in any of his other classmates, the ones who were laughing at him. He didn't have it in him to assume any of them were kind anywhere inside-- they were cruel. They did these things to him on purpose. For a laugh. It took days for Brooks to stop being furious long enough to realize that for a hot second, he'd liked it.

That left him completely unsure of what to do. He knew that if he liked kissing boys, that meant he probably liked boys. But that wasn't what was supposed to happen. Whenever that subject had come up before in his life, the people around him had told him it wasn't right. But they'd never explained why, and that meant only one thing to the thoughtful Brooks-- they didn't have a reason to hate it. They hated it because someone else taught them to hate it. He wasn't sure who or what that source was, but that Sunday, he told his parents, very calmly over breakfast, that he wasn't going to church with them that morning. They'd been furious and demanded an explanation, to which Brooks gave a simple reply, "I have things to think about." That had made his mother back off, despite her worries over her son maybe rejecting all that they had taught him. Even his father's anger had no affect on the boy's passive resistance. Brooks never did return to the building that had meant so much to his childhood.

Brooks spent two years thinking, locked up in his room with paper and a pen, finding the single most scientific form of trying to discover one's own sexual orientation. We went so far as to date another boy behind his parents' back-- said guy didn't have a problem with it either, because he was doing it secretly as well. Brooks knew at that point what he preferred, and what he wanted, and it certainly wasn't a realization that came about without careful consideration. It hurt him, too, knowing that he was almost begging himself to turn out to be straight, or at least a tiny little bit straight. He didn't want to be ashamed of himself if he was gay, and he was angered by the fact that he'd been almost taught to feel that way. So, without even caring about what they thought, he came out to his parents over dinner at the end of his sophomore year of high school, not dressing it up at all.

As he expected, it didn't go over smoothly. His mother wasn't angry, maybe just a little confused, but his father certainly was, lecturing him with everything Brooks had already heard him say on the matter, how it wasn't right, how difficult his life would be. Brooks listened stony-faced, because nothing his father said at that point would mean a thing to him. Still, that didn't mean it didn't anger him that he could say such things to his own son, and he filed the feelings away, deciding it wasn't worth it at the time. But finally, after several weeks of passive-aggressive comments, Brooks snapped. He said to his father's face everything he had on his mind for the first time in his life and proceeded to walk right out the front door. While he had only meant for it to be a walk a few times around the block to calm down, he ended up on the phone with his then-boyfriend and that became the night he lost his virginity, angry and bitter, to his first real high school boyfriend (who he ended up breaking it off with after his father's announcement he'd be going to boarding school) while his parents were out for the night.

It was the aftermath of his outburst that led to Brooks' enrollment at Daze; his father just about refused to keep him at home, despite his mother and brother's protests, but he decided he at least wanted a decent education for his youngest boy. This left Brooks being shipped away for his junior year, far away from everything he'd ever known.

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APPEARANCE:

One could say that Brooks' physical appearance matches his personality; he's physically quite small, only about 5'6", and very thin, mostly due to the fact that he's never been one to play many sports. His hair is a darker brown, usually cut short, and his eyes are hazel, more on the brown side. Generally, Brooks is pretty pale, since he prefers to be left alone in his room doing quieter things.

LIKES:

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-Reading.
-Writing.
-His oldest brother and his twin brother both, the most supportive people in his life, who he misses terribly.
-Guys. He's only human.
-Being alone with his thoughts. He needs that time to think about how he feels.
-Being accepted and feeling understood.
-Feeling like he belongs.
-Home. Not specifically his home, because he's afraid to be there at the present time, but the general feeling of belonging is something he loves and misses.

DISLIKES:

-His parents, especially his father. He also feels quite a bit of resentment towards his mother for allowing him to behave this way.
-Feeling like he can't be honest about who he is.
-Not being accepted.
-Anyone who picks on others just for the fun of it.
-Violence.
-Drugs and alcohol
-Meaningless romantic relationships.
-Church. He doesn't dislike religion, mind, but his most recent experiences with it have been negative, and he now prefers to steer clear.
-How sensitive he's gotten. He's always been a little bit that way, but he's also never considered himself a crier; he's gotten a little closer to that lately.

FEARS:

-Never finding love, no matter how premature the fear is.
-Never being able to repair his now broken relationship with much of his family.
-Always being afraid to go back to the place he considers home.

SECRET:

-The reason for his being sent to Daze. It's humiliating to him that his own family members could behave like that, nor does he want anyone to think that he is that bigoted as well. He prefers to pretend that it was a mutual decision.

GOAL:

-To find people that accept him and care about him away from home.

MENTIONABLES:

-He's quite sensitive. He always has been from a very young age, and given all that he's been through recently, it doesn't take much if one mentions family, whether it be his or their own, or tries to make him talk about what he's going through rather than leaving him to think through his feelings on his own.

-He's also very quiet. He needs a little convincing to come out of his shell, unless someone is forceful about their intentions, whether they are to befriend him or otherwise.

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EXPERIENCE: 4-5 years.
TIMEZONE:

[/b] Eastern.
CHARACTERS: Leo Lucia.
FOUND: Google.
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