ooc: application
Name: Raserei Hojo
LJ: raserei_hojo
E-Mail: lucaviitzaru [at] gmail [dot] com
IM: (AIM) Raserei Hojo
Characters played at Discedo:
lunchpenalty
blameshimself
icyconformist
Character's Name: Brooklyn (No official last name)
Series: Beyblade
Timeline: Beginning of episode 52 (during his batshit crazy phase)
Canon Resource Link: Series Resource | Character Resource | Secondary Character Resource
Personality: He may appear to have a fiery personality thanks to his flaming red hair, but it's his tranquil eyes that really describe his personality. Brooklyn is literally a laid back kind of person who would most likely be found sprawled out in the grass on a sunny day with a bird on his finger.
Like a small child, Brooklyn has an intense affection for nature. At times he can be seen suddenly pausing during a stroll to watch a ladybug and let it crawl along his hands. Nature seems to be attracted to Brooklyn just as much as he is to it. For example, when lying in the grass, a butterfly that has been hovering overhead might suddenly decide to land on Brooklyn's knee.
However, his greatest fascinations is with birds. They are not bound by the same earthly rules humans are; they're able to launch themselves into the sky and soar. The idea of being like a bird is one of the few things that seems to give Brooklyn happiness. When Brooklyn taps into his power and takes on the physical characteristics of his bit beast, Zeus, he grows wings of his own and is able to hover, something no one had ever done before.
Although he is classified as a genius when it comes to Beyblading, his perfection in the sport has made it grow boring for him. In fact, he only needs to watch a pair of duelists for a few minutes (if that) before successfully predicting the outcome of the match. He's so good at it that he doesn't need to practice and no one had ever beaten him until Kai Hiwatari came along (and even then Brooklyn won the first time).
One of Brooklyn's skills at Beyblade is being able to perfectly imitate an opponent's move after seeing it just once. In his first match with Kai, that was his strategy--and it worked. It completely threw Kai off and Brooklyn emerged as the victor, despite not putting any effort into the match at all.
However, his perfection at Beyblading comes at a price. Beneath his calm and somewhat sunny exterior is an angry, bitter, and lonely boy. Because he was so talented at Beyblading, even as a child, he was ostracized from his peers. After all, who wants to play with someone who always won? Although he may have had the natural ability and skill to be one of the best Beybladers the world had ever seen, he lacked the spirit of Beyblade which would inevitably lead him to taste defeat for the first time at the hands of Kai.
That bitterness comes into play when, after his defeat against Kai, Hiro forces Brooklyn to participate in a finals match against Takao. In the midst of his psychological breakdown (yes, winning was THAT important to him), Brooklyn goes batshit crazy. That loss against Kai made him realize he could tap into his emotions (even if he didn't understand them) and use them to make his Beyblade stronger.
Brooklyn even uses that endless power to recreate the world. When did this become The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi? In the world he created, it serves as an excellent reflection of how Brooklyn sees the world. The sky is dark, the winds are incredibly strong, and plants and animals are fairly sparse.
Even in the chaotic world he created, Brooklyn is still a child who feels isolated. It took a stern lecture from Takao to get him to return to sanity. Afterward, Brooklyn finally began to understand the meaning of Beyblade.
What your character can offer: The genius that is Brooklyn. No, seriously. Shut up. It's not like Discedo needs a Beyblade team.
What items will they be bringing with them? Clothes. No naked Brooklyns this time. In addition to covering his nakedness with clothing, he will also be bringing his Beyblade with his bit beast Zeus (which the chip will prevent from working, weep) and his launcher. AND A SMILE.
Third-Person Sample:
It was the gentle breeze that roused Brooklyn from his nap in the park. Not that he minded. It was quiet in the park and the solitude gave him a chance to stop thinking. He was tired of being Volkov's personal little soldier. Sure, his status as an unknown Beyblader was wonderful and indispensable, but he was not a toy.
Yet, Brooklyn didn't understand why he didn't just leave BEGA. He wasn't exactly happy there and it was boring winning his matches all of the time. Maybe it was the feeling of inclusion; this supposed happiness he felt at being a part of a team. That didn't make sense, though. It wasn't like he needed them to win his matches. He was fine on his own.
A bird swooped down from the sky and landed with ease on Brooklyn's knee. He smiled at the way the bird cocked its head and stared at him. If a bird could use its beak to smile, Brooklyn was pretty sure that's what the bird would be doing.
"Well, hello there," he said to the bird and held out his hand to it. After a moment, the bird hopped onto his finger and settled itself there.
He didn't need others. They hadn't needed him when he was a child, so there was no reason for him to go crawling to them now. Right? Right. Even if he did try to socialize with his teammates or other people at BEGA, it wouldn't matter. They didn't understand him and they never would.
It was amusing, though, how easily birds and butterflies and ladybugs all seemed to understand him. He had never spoken to such animals about his own personal matters, and yet he could feel a sort of understanding emanating from them. Did they know? Did they know how Brooklyn felt deep down? The churning, aching loneliness and bitterness he felt?
Yes. They probably did and it made him smile.
"I'm sorry," said Brooklyn. "I don't have any bird seed for you today, so you'll have to find a meal elsewhere, all right?"
The bird looked at him and seemed to nod as though it understood. Brooklyn flicked his wrist slightly, and the bird launched into the sky.
If only he had been born as a bird. Then he too could soar in the sky without any troubles and he definitely wouldn't have to work as some guy's pawn to beat Takao.
Additional Third-Person Sample
Wasn't it funny, the way things had progressed? In the beginning, he had been so confident! He had never lost before-never even came close to it. So what was happening now? What was so different?
What had changed?
No matter what he said, no matter what he did, Kai kept getting up. Even when Dranzer was buried beneath the rubble and Brooklyn thought he had won, that stupid Beyblade broke free and kept on spinning.
It didn't make any sense! Kai was a proven loser. Brooklyn knew that first hand; he was the one who had beaten him, after all. It hadn't even been more than a day or two and suddenly Kai had gained all this power.
Where did all of that power come from?
Didn't the world understand by now? He was Brooklyn, a genius at Beyblading and everything associated with it. He was Brooklyn and Brooklyn didn't lose. Ever.
By this point, Brooklyn had unleashed all of his power. He'd beat Kai, even if he had to pull out all the stops. He'd win because he had to. Losing was not an option and it never had been. Winning was everything to Brooklyn. It gave him a purpose-gave him a right to exist. After all, what was he if not the best? The unimportant runner-up in life.
Brooklyn stood breathlessly at his part of the arena. Now stay down. He stared intensely at Kai and waited. Seconds ticked by and finally Kai wasn't moving. Brooklyn couldn't help but smile.
He won. He won! He-no.
Kai's fingers were moving. They curled into fists, and for what must have been the seventh time that match, Kai stood up again.
"No!" shouted Brooklyn. "There's no way! It's not possible...!" All he could do was stare at Kai with wide eyes. "You're still standing. How can you be after all those attacks?"
It didn't make sense. It wasn't even logical. There was no way Kai could still be standing. What was it...? What was it that gave Kai the strength to keep standing? Wasn't he exhausted? Wasn't he drained of energy?
"You have the power and the skill," said Kai, "but something's missing from inside you. You don't have the Beyblading spirit!"
Spirit? What was the point of having a 'Beyblading spirit' when he had natural ability? That's all he needed. he didn't need anymore!
"Finish it now, Dranzer!"
Somehow, Brooklyn knew there was nothing he could do. It was almost like slow-motion, the way Zeus skidded a few feet... and stopped spinning.
No.
Why-Why wasn't Zeus spinning anymore? Why? Why?
Why wasn't-no, he couldn't have lost.
Brooklyn fell to his knees, still staring at his motionless Beyblade.
No. This isn't...
"And much to our surprise, the winner of this match is Kai Hiwatari!"
The stadium erupted into applause.
No. I didn't lose. I couldn't have lost. This isn't...
But Kai had retrieved Dranzer and was walking away from the stadium. The match was over, wasn't it? It had to be.
But I... I didn't lose.
No, he couldn't have lost. He had the natural ability to win. Losing would mean that he was no better than anyone else.
It would mean he was nothing.
First-Person Sample:
[ Audio; Japanese ]
Why won't it work?! It has to work! It wasn't bad enough that Hiro tried to force-feed me lies about losing? This--spin you worthless top!
[ And Brooklyn's Beyblade is slammed into the dirt BECAUSE IT IS USELESS. ]
I didn't--I didn't lose. So why are you doing this, Zeus? You're refusing to work because you buy into Hiro's lies?! Fine! I'll show you. All I need to do is find Kai in this city and I'll destroy him. He may have "won" last time, but this time? This time I'll make sure he stays down.
LJ: raserei_hojo
E-Mail: lucaviitzaru [at] gmail [dot] com
IM: (AIM) Raserei Hojo
Characters played at Discedo:
lunchpenalty
blameshimself
icyconformist
Character's Name: Brooklyn (No official last name)
Series: Beyblade
Timeline: Beginning of episode 52 (during his batshit crazy phase)
Canon Resource Link: Series Resource | Character Resource | Secondary Character Resource
Personality: He may appear to have a fiery personality thanks to his flaming red hair, but it's his tranquil eyes that really describe his personality. Brooklyn is literally a laid back kind of person who would most likely be found sprawled out in the grass on a sunny day with a bird on his finger.
Like a small child, Brooklyn has an intense affection for nature. At times he can be seen suddenly pausing during a stroll to watch a ladybug and let it crawl along his hands. Nature seems to be attracted to Brooklyn just as much as he is to it. For example, when lying in the grass, a butterfly that has been hovering overhead might suddenly decide to land on Brooklyn's knee.
However, his greatest fascinations is with birds. They are not bound by the same earthly rules humans are; they're able to launch themselves into the sky and soar. The idea of being like a bird is one of the few things that seems to give Brooklyn happiness. When Brooklyn taps into his power and takes on the physical characteristics of his bit beast, Zeus, he grows wings of his own and is able to hover, something no one had ever done before.
Although he is classified as a genius when it comes to Beyblading, his perfection in the sport has made it grow boring for him. In fact, he only needs to watch a pair of duelists for a few minutes (if that) before successfully predicting the outcome of the match. He's so good at it that he doesn't need to practice and no one had ever beaten him until Kai Hiwatari came along (and even then Brooklyn won the first time).
One of Brooklyn's skills at Beyblade is being able to perfectly imitate an opponent's move after seeing it just once. In his first match with Kai, that was his strategy--and it worked. It completely threw Kai off and Brooklyn emerged as the victor, despite not putting any effort into the match at all.
However, his perfection at Beyblading comes at a price. Beneath his calm and somewhat sunny exterior is an angry, bitter, and lonely boy. Because he was so talented at Beyblading, even as a child, he was ostracized from his peers. After all, who wants to play with someone who always won? Although he may have had the natural ability and skill to be one of the best Beybladers the world had ever seen, he lacked the spirit of Beyblade which would inevitably lead him to taste defeat for the first time at the hands of Kai.
That bitterness comes into play when, after his defeat against Kai, Hiro forces Brooklyn to participate in a finals match against Takao. In the midst of his psychological breakdown (yes, winning was THAT important to him), Brooklyn goes batshit crazy. That loss against Kai made him realize he could tap into his emotions (even if he didn't understand them) and use them to make his Beyblade stronger.
Brooklyn even uses that endless power to recreate the world. When did this become The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi? In the world he created, it serves as an excellent reflection of how Brooklyn sees the world. The sky is dark, the winds are incredibly strong, and plants and animals are fairly sparse.
Even in the chaotic world he created, Brooklyn is still a child who feels isolated. It took a stern lecture from Takao to get him to return to sanity. Afterward, Brooklyn finally began to understand the meaning of Beyblade.
What your character can offer: The genius that is Brooklyn. No, seriously. Shut up. It's not like Discedo needs a Beyblade team.
What items will they be bringing with them? Clothes. No naked Brooklyns this time. In addition to covering his nakedness with clothing, he will also be bringing his Beyblade with his bit beast Zeus (which the chip will prevent from working, weep) and his launcher. AND A SMILE.
Third-Person Sample:
It was the gentle breeze that roused Brooklyn from his nap in the park. Not that he minded. It was quiet in the park and the solitude gave him a chance to stop thinking. He was tired of being Volkov's personal little soldier. Sure, his status as an unknown Beyblader was wonderful and indispensable, but he was not a toy.
Yet, Brooklyn didn't understand why he didn't just leave BEGA. He wasn't exactly happy there and it was boring winning his matches all of the time. Maybe it was the feeling of inclusion; this supposed happiness he felt at being a part of a team. That didn't make sense, though. It wasn't like he needed them to win his matches. He was fine on his own.
A bird swooped down from the sky and landed with ease on Brooklyn's knee. He smiled at the way the bird cocked its head and stared at him. If a bird could use its beak to smile, Brooklyn was pretty sure that's what the bird would be doing.
"Well, hello there," he said to the bird and held out his hand to it. After a moment, the bird hopped onto his finger and settled itself there.
He didn't need others. They hadn't needed him when he was a child, so there was no reason for him to go crawling to them now. Right? Right. Even if he did try to socialize with his teammates or other people at BEGA, it wouldn't matter. They didn't understand him and they never would.
It was amusing, though, how easily birds and butterflies and ladybugs all seemed to understand him. He had never spoken to such animals about his own personal matters, and yet he could feel a sort of understanding emanating from them. Did they know? Did they know how Brooklyn felt deep down? The churning, aching loneliness and bitterness he felt?
Yes. They probably did and it made him smile.
"I'm sorry," said Brooklyn. "I don't have any bird seed for you today, so you'll have to find a meal elsewhere, all right?"
The bird looked at him and seemed to nod as though it understood. Brooklyn flicked his wrist slightly, and the bird launched into the sky.
If only he had been born as a bird. Then he too could soar in the sky without any troubles and he definitely wouldn't have to work as some guy's pawn to beat Takao.
Additional Third-Person Sample
Wasn't it funny, the way things had progressed? In the beginning, he had been so confident! He had never lost before-never even came close to it. So what was happening now? What was so different?
What had changed?
No matter what he said, no matter what he did, Kai kept getting up. Even when Dranzer was buried beneath the rubble and Brooklyn thought he had won, that stupid Beyblade broke free and kept on spinning.
It didn't make any sense! Kai was a proven loser. Brooklyn knew that first hand; he was the one who had beaten him, after all. It hadn't even been more than a day or two and suddenly Kai had gained all this power.
Where did all of that power come from?
Didn't the world understand by now? He was Brooklyn, a genius at Beyblading and everything associated with it. He was Brooklyn and Brooklyn didn't lose. Ever.
By this point, Brooklyn had unleashed all of his power. He'd beat Kai, even if he had to pull out all the stops. He'd win because he had to. Losing was not an option and it never had been. Winning was everything to Brooklyn. It gave him a purpose-gave him a right to exist. After all, what was he if not the best? The unimportant runner-up in life.
Brooklyn stood breathlessly at his part of the arena. Now stay down. He stared intensely at Kai and waited. Seconds ticked by and finally Kai wasn't moving. Brooklyn couldn't help but smile.
He won. He won! He-no.
Kai's fingers were moving. They curled into fists, and for what must have been the seventh time that match, Kai stood up again.
"No!" shouted Brooklyn. "There's no way! It's not possible...!" All he could do was stare at Kai with wide eyes. "You're still standing. How can you be after all those attacks?"
It didn't make sense. It wasn't even logical. There was no way Kai could still be standing. What was it...? What was it that gave Kai the strength to keep standing? Wasn't he exhausted? Wasn't he drained of energy?
"You have the power and the skill," said Kai, "but something's missing from inside you. You don't have the Beyblading spirit!"
Spirit? What was the point of having a 'Beyblading spirit' when he had natural ability? That's all he needed. he didn't need anymore!
"Finish it now, Dranzer!"
Somehow, Brooklyn knew there was nothing he could do. It was almost like slow-motion, the way Zeus skidded a few feet... and stopped spinning.
No.
Why-Why wasn't Zeus spinning anymore? Why? Why?
Why wasn't-no, he couldn't have lost.
Brooklyn fell to his knees, still staring at his motionless Beyblade.
No. This isn't...
"And much to our surprise, the winner of this match is Kai Hiwatari!"
The stadium erupted into applause.
No. I didn't lose. I couldn't have lost. This isn't...
But Kai had retrieved Dranzer and was walking away from the stadium. The match was over, wasn't it? It had to be.
But I... I didn't lose.
No, he couldn't have lost. He had the natural ability to win. Losing would mean that he was no better than anyone else.
It would mean he was nothing.
First-Person Sample:
[ Audio; Japanese ]
Why won't it work?! It has to work! It wasn't bad enough that Hiro tried to force-feed me lies about losing? This--spin you worthless top!
[ And Brooklyn's Beyblade is slammed into the dirt BECAUSE IT IS USELESS. ]
I didn't--I didn't lose. So why are you doing this, Zeus? You're refusing to work because you buy into Hiro's lies?! Fine! I'll show you. All I need to do is find Kai in this city and I'll destroy him. He may have "won" last time, but this time? This time I'll make sure he stays down.