Post by aaron on Jul 18, 2012 0:44:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]MELMIS PRIME FULL NAME: Aaron Lee Brockman ALIAS: N/A DATE OF BIRTH: 02/04/1989 AGE: 23 OCCUPATION: Owner of Spector Security SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PLAY BY: Matt Dallas LOCAL [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]personality One word that very aptly sum up Aaron's personality - egotistical. Of course, Aaron rather prefers to refer to himself as being confident rather than egotistical, but it's easy to say that he doesn't always come off that way. He really is a chip off the old block when it comes to his charisma and charm. He is very much like his father in the sense that he can be quite charming towards those that he runs in similar circles with. When it comes to making a good impression on those who have similar interests in lifestyles, he's quite capable as coming off as a charming, personable young man, but when it comes to situations outside of social functions that require his presence, he comes across as pretty damned egotistical. [/style]He has the ability to make decisions based primarily on money - a skill that he learned explicitly from his father. There are a lot of expectations placed on him because he is his father's son, but he's not completely without heart. He tends to overlook a good number of the obvious faults and flaws of his father for the simple fact that the man was his mentor in his younger years. Aaron has always idolized him and has always done his best to strive to be just like him, even if his foot isn't in the door of the business world. At the moment, he's content to live his life as it is. He wants to live before he winds up chained to a desk like his father. He wants to be able to enjoy the hell out of his younger years before he winds up constantly blathering away and texting away on a damned Blackberry. He's interested in mixed martial arts and has a black belt in taekwando as well as belonging to a club in Virginia Beach. He's always been rather active and into sports and things of the sorts and rather has the impression that he is invincible a good portion of the time which isn't necessarily a good thing. While it provides him with a confidence that results in few people genuinely bothering him, it also means that he tends to overlook threats on himself. He thinks nothing can touch him and no one can harm him. He's the type of guy that will step up to plate to get the job done if he's pressed to, but as a general rule, he prefers to come off as a play boy and care free. It certainly goes a long way to serving his own purposes in the end and tends to make people place far less responsibility on his shoulders at the end of the day. Really, it's quite brilliant when you think of it. No one expects much from you if you don't give them a reason to, after all. [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]physical description He stands roughly six feet tall and is pretty well conditioned from the number of sports he's taken part in over the years as well as his mixed martial arts. He has dark brown hair - very nearly black - that's kept at a medium length and is usually tousseled rather than kept neat. He doesn't have any tattoos and nothing noticable in the lines of birth marks or scars, but his most distinguished feature would undoubtedly be his eyes. They very from pale gray-green to light blue. [/style]As a general rule, he tends to stick to things like graphic t-shirts or button downs and high end jeans when he's out and about town on his own. Social events and functions are something he's often seen at and he's known to wear dress shirts and jackets, but you'll almost never catch him in a tie. And he won't be caught dead in a bow tie. [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]history I was born to Andrew and Marissa Brockman in May of 1989. A little fact about me... I'm an only child. My mother's a trophy wife, undoubtedly. I'm not disrespecting her in the least, but it's the truth and I'm quite certain my father wouldn't deny it in the least either. Hell, I'm not sure she'd deny it. After I was born, she quickly told my father that there wouldn't be any more children because she couldn't handle the idea of warping her perfect body any more out of shape with the weight of another child. What an inconvenience I must have been for her. I'm sure you can understand why her and I were never really all that close with one another then. [/style]My father and I, however, were a different story. Admittedly, for the most part, I was raised by a Nanny. She actually retired, finally, a few years back. I made sure she was settled down and comfortable for the remainder of her life. It was well deserved after having to put up with my mother and father. Now. I was born and raised in New York City, actually, but my mother was originally from Myrtle Beach, right here. She was actually a member of the Hudson family... And that, in part, is the reason why I'm here. But I'll get to that soon enough. Life in New York was pretty normal for me... or about as normal as it could be. I live in Manhattan and attended a private school throughout. Dad insisted on it. In the end, it did me some good. Of course, you'd be amazed at what the Upper East Side teenagers get up to while their parents aren't keeping close watch on them. And no, I wasn't an exception to that rule. Not in the least. I was always interested in sports and martial arts and things of the sort. It was a way of exerting energy that my father seemed to think I had in spades. And really, I did. Hell, I still do. I managed to get back into Mixed Martial Arts in Virginia Beach, but really, it's just not the damned same. Nothing about this state is the same. But again, I'll get back to that later. I went to Yale. Business school. You know how it is. Actually, I just got finished there not long ago as it would be. Lucky me. I know Dad's always kind of... walked a very damned thin line... There's no denying that in the least. He owns one of the leading accounting firms in NYC. Very few people would argue the fact that my father is pretty well a King of Wall Street. He knows what the hell he's doing... Most of the time. I'm not going to pretend that I know all of the specifics of it or that he'll ever tell me the specifics of it. But what I do know is that he let me do pretty well what the hell ever I wanted growing up. But this... this is the one point in my life that he would rather break than bend on. When I finished up at Yale, he sent me here to Myrtle Beach. He's pretty convinced of the fact that someone's going to wind up targeting our family now. And maybe that should scare me on some level, but I can take care of myself. He should know that damned well now. I'm set to take over his company when he retires. I'm his only son and I know he's being irrational about all of this. I don't know who the hell would go as far in their right minds as actually targeting me but... Either way... He's hired a damned body guard for me. A woman that would look a hell of a lot better on my arm if she wasn't packing a bloody pistol. She's hot. Don't get me wrong... but she's pretty damned unnecessary and the fact that he has a woman tailing after me irks me more than a little bit. I know I haven't made things easy on her and I doubt I ever will make things easy on her. Hell, I admit that I try and lose her as often as I can just to give her hell. But Dad's sent me here to Myrtle Beach... the town my mother's from in some attempt at protecting me. I hate it. I hate being here. Even the most important members of society around here are boring as hell in comparison to some of the people that I've known from New York City. Who the hell knows... maybe I'll wind up influencing them in some way. I have to lighten things up around here somehow. |
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