BRODERICK, Weston Samuel

[WESTON BRODERICK]

...Weston Samuel Broderick*
*“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” *

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...basics*

name Weston Samuel Broderick
nickname Wes. Just Wes. Or Jack, but only if your name's Angel.
age Sixteen
gender Male
grade Sophomore at Baum
hometown Venice Beach, California
sexuality Heterosexual
personification The Sandman
status Dormant
face claim Ezra Miller

...appearance*

hair color Black, somewhere between unkempt and natural, it can appear slightly greasy at times, but that's just when he showers at night.
eye color Depending on the lighting and what he's wearing, they can appear anywhere from hazel to a deep, rich brown.
build Slender. He doesn't work out, and therefore doesn't have all that much muscle. However, being blessed with the bottomless pit of a stomach most teenage boys have, he can eat a truckload and not gain a pound.
height 5'6" and still growing
clothing style
There's really no specific "style" to define Wes. He wears whatever he fancies at the moment, with little regard to trends. Some would say that makes him a bit of a hipster, seeing as he leans more towards skinny jeans than anything else, but he isn't a fan of the glasses and the scarves and the trying to stand out. He is who he is and his clothes are what they are.
distinctive traits
Wes really just has a very distinct face. High cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes are his most defining features, but another thing that people often notice about him is just how soft his voice is. Not soft in a timid sort of way, just...some have called it soothing.

...personal*

personality

QUIET/INTROSPECTIVE.
Wes doesn't talk much. It isn't that he hasn't got anything to say, just that he can't ever think of a good time to say it. He's one of those kids whose brains are constantly wheeling in 54 different directions at once, but with the same facial expression 95% of the time. The one the teacher knows with earth-shattering clarity is no more than a deadbeat pot head until they turn in that one award winning assigment filled with nothing but new perspectives and creativity out the wazoo. There's on a select few people who know him well enough to say they've heard him speak more than three sentences at a time, Angel being number one. Wes only opens up around a miniscule group of people, and when he does, he's still quiet about. The kid has a soft voice, but there's something about it that makes people listen; perhaps because he only says the things he deems worthwhile.

CALM/EASY GOING.
Wes isn't one to let the little things bother him; having grown up best friends with Angel, the truth of the matter is that he really isn't phased by much. He can sometimes come across as stoney because of his utter lack of reaction to things, but in truth he's just found it's easier not to let it show on your face when you're upset about something. Being content at all times is definitely something Wes excells at. Of course, that causes problems in itself. When simply content at all times, one can't ever feel true happiness (or true sadness), which is just another reason Wes smokes. It makes him happy. Or at least feel what he assumes happy means.

SERIOUS.
Never having been the class clown, or even the center of attention (that was always Angel's job), Wes grew up without the natural ability to tell countless jokes. That's not to say he doesn't have a sense of humor--in fact, he loves comedy of most any kind that's not South Park/Family Guy-esque--he just can't tell a joke to save his life. Not even the knock-knock kind. Generally speaking, Wes is a bit more cerebral than most, preferring intellectual discussions or "deep" conversations to witty banter. He's definitely clever enough to carry on some debate revolving around wit, but would rather focus said intelligence elsewhere. Angel's definitely got the humor thing more than covered, in his opinion. Wes doesn't mind watching from the sidelines; he's more of a one-on-one kind of guy.

OBSERVANT.
Perhaps the most defining piece of Wes's personality is his ability to notice things, particularly about people. Not in a sixth sense sort of way, however; it's almost artistic. He doesn't consciously do it, but instead of remembering physical features of people he meets, Wes is far more likely to find things such as the way a certain girl bites her pinky nail when she's nervous or how that one boy always clears his throat after his second sentence worthy of note. There's plenty of people who think him slightly creepy for knowing their habits almost better than they do, but he doesn't mind. He's never thought about looking at things any other way.

LOYAL.
This is most certainly the largest, sharpest double-edged sword in Wes's life. It takes a hell of a lot of effort on a stranger's part to come in to his life and gain his trust enough to earn his loyalty. For the people who have proven themselves, however, Wes would do anything under the sun. He turns a blind eye to their wrongdoings (most of all Angel's) and takes a very biased approach to any trouble they might have gotten themselves into, no matter how harshly it contradicts his own moral code. There is virtually no scenario on Earth in which he could or would blow up at them, and if one ever came about, there's no doubt he would beat himself up about it afterwards, even if his anger was warranted.

past
Tim and Elaine Broderick were nothing if not exceptionally ordinary. They met in college, got married shortly afterwards, and started a family within the next few years. Tim held a steady job at an insurance company and Elaine was a teacher; they didn't have an excess amount of money, but it was certainly never an issue, either. When Elaine gave birth to their first child--Weston--there wasn't a happier sight. She ceased teaching from then on, choosing to stay at home both to raise Wes and in hopes that they would have more children. Elaine wanted a big family.

Just over five years after the birth of Wes, the Brodericks welcomed a new family member into the house: named Nothman, he was everything Weston was not. Loud, from the very beginning. Wes didn't speak until three weeks before his third birthday, and even after that it was only in short, one word responses or the occasional five word sentence. He had other things to concern himself with, like bathing every flat surface he could reach in Magic Marker and crayon.

Shortly after Northman's birth, the family moved across town, into a duplex next door to a family by the name of Dihanie. Elaine and Aailyah hit it off almost as quickly as Wes and Angel, who became best friends almost upon first sight. She brought out the side of him that had apparently been in hiding, encouraging him to talk more, run more, get dirty more, climb trees more, play more, break rules more, have fun more. Everything with Angel was more than he was used to, and it was infectious. For two short years, everything was right in the world. Then Angel's family got into a car accident.

Suddenly, Wes felt his whole world topple in a way he couldn't quite describe as anything but unnatural. He doesn't remember much of the funeral, not besides the itchy suit and the card who's cursive he couldn't read and a big wooden box being lowered into the ground a lot of crying from his mom and holding Angel's hand and how nice that felt even though they were only in first grade.

Things changed after that. It was slow going, but it was obvious. Elaine and Tim opened their house to Angel whenever she wanted to come over, turning a blind eye towards the fact that she was becoming more and more well known for causing trouble simply because they loved everything Wes was while he was around her.

In the spring of Wes's ninth year, his baby sister was born. Named Southerly, she was to be the Broderick's last child simply because expenses were getting a bit tight. Tim had planned for everything years ago, however, setting up various savings accounts and college funds for each of the children and family. Planned for everything except the loss of his own job. It was just three months after Southerly's birth that he was laid off, and instantly pockets had to be pinched.

Tim looked daily for jobs, everywhere he could think of, but to no avail. After six months, he decided he'd had enough. He packed his bags and left in the middle of the night with only a note on the kitchen table that read "Sorry I couldn't help."

The last words he spoke to Wes were "Perk up, kid. Daddy's not goin' anywhere."
It was those words that stuck with Wes the most after his father's abandonment of the family. The pure irony of them, and how cruel it was to say such a thing to an innocent nine year-old, someone who always expected their daddy to be there when they woke up in the morning, was one of the defining factors in shaping Wes's personality from there on out. He grew untrustworthy of people he didn't already know well. Withdrew further, spoke less, grew more serious when he did open his mouth. And most of all, he vowed never to leave someone he loved like his dad had left him. Abandonment became the lowest route a person could take in Wes's mind.

He saw how his mother struggled over the next few years to raise three children in a single-parent household, how they found themselves just barely scraping by on their savings and the occasional check from their father, always in a manilla envenlope with no return address. Despite the lack of money, however, the Broderick family still managed to retain a relatively happy outlook on life as a whole; Wes is nothing if not a dreamer, something his mother encouraged it in him even when times were grim. Even when he got sent home from school for sneaking onto the roof at recess with Angel, even when he failed that Geometry test because he'd stayed up all night making a map of the constellations, she offered no discouraging words. Advice, perhaps, but never a put down. And, as cheesy as it sounds, Wes looks up to his mother more than most anyone else in the world simply because of that.

present
The summer before his Freshman year, Elaine came to Wes with a proposition: write an essay, move to New York, go to school with Angel. It was the simpliest decision of his life. The scholarship program was a once in a lifetime oppertunity for Wes to get to travel somewhere new, somewhere he'd always wanted to go, and to recieve the best education his mother could get him. All with his best friend.

Long story short, he got in easily. Freshman year at Barrie was, although not simple, enjoyable. Wes couldn't say much for making loads of new friends or learning how to project his voice to an audience, but he passed with grades good enough to get him back the next year, and that was all that really mattered. Angel was still at Baum, and so he would be too. After all, Jack can't go without Sally.

family
-Timmothy Broderick, father, left the family 7 years ago
-Elaine Middleton, mother, 43
-Northman Middleton, brother, 10
-Southerly Middleton, sister, 7
likes
- Old music. Not like, 90's "old." We're talking 40's, 50's, 60's music. He eats it up.
- His guitar. It's an old, beat up, almost-always-out-of-tune thing he bought at a resale shop on one of his stoned ventures with Angel, but he claims the dents give it "charm." He's since named it Delanie. That, of course, also happened while he was high.
- Nighttime. Everything about it fascinates him in that sort of "I should pull out a journal now" sort of way. Wes has been known to lay under the stars for hours and hours, his seat of choice being any sort of rooftop.
- Weed. There's really no explanation for this.
- Angel. Again, there's really no need for him to explain.
- Sea shells. He likes to hold them up to his ear--who doesn't?
- Spontaneously dropping hugely personal questions on people without so much as a blink.
- Fountain pens. He collects them. Doesn't use them, though.
- e.e. cummings
dislikes
- Pop music. It gives him a headache.
- Alcohol. He smokes pot, but he won't drink. Whether that's compensation or pickiness, no one really knows.
- Conformity. He doesn't despise it in that hipster "I'm gonna stand out but really just join another crowd" sort of way; Wes just doesn't see the point in trying to be anyone but yourself. Lots of wasted effort, in his opinion.
- Jello. Again, no explanation, he just hates the stuff. Especially the grape kind.
- People who insist on screaming every time they open their mouthes.
- Trash T.V.
other notes
Wes has never had a dream in his entire life. Not one he can remember, anyway. Also, he's a bit on an insomniac.

...literature*

book title The Sandman
backstory
So basically the Sandman is just this really cool litttel guy that wanders about and sprinkles magical sand over the eyes of people while they're sleeping, both to make them sleep and to help them have good dreams. He doens't really do a whole lot, but he's pretty bad ass anyway. Oh yeah, and those sleepy things that always end up in your eyes when you wake up in the morning? The stuff that looks like boogers? That's his sand. Apparently it's not very nice to look at, which I guess doesn't really matter all too much, seeing as you're supposed to have you eyes closed when he sprinkles it on there anyway.

...roleplayer*

name Scout
age 10956432235 years, 23 days, 35 minutes and 17 seconds
gender
Honey Badger.
rp experience
Your mom.
...Crap. That sounds a bit bad, doesn't it? O.o
how you found ouac
I didn't. OUAC found ME.
rp sample
There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end.

[MOLLY]

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