and there was no way he could win. just had to take it on the chin
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We didn't do that much wrong / Still ran away though, for the laugh / Just for the laugh
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❝𝕴'm a bit absurd, but not as much as that dress you're wearing.❞
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☽ 𝕱ull 𝕹ame: Basil Broker
☽ 𝕹icknames: Baz, B. Boy, etc. He's got tons he comes up with for himself.
☽ 𝕬ge: 25
☽ 𝕬ppearance:
☽ He dresses like a fuckboi, snap back in hand, one minute only to do a DIY photoshoot for his indie band lookin' like he stepped off the runway.
☽ He'd like to think he's suave, so Basil glides across the floor, sidling up next to the hot honey he's got his eyes on.
☽ Baz's sentences tend to be elongated and stretched out. He speaks slowly, choosing his words carefully.
☽ He'll probably throw you a pair of finger-guns or punch you in the shoulder before going off about something.
☽ Tends to switch from one topic to the next, unable to keep himself still.
☽ Has a slight Texan accent. He tries to hide it, but all he can do is dampen it. His voice sounds a little more rounded out, soft like honey.
☽ He has feathery scars on his face and arms, particularly around his wrists. These are from his "breaks," as he calls them.
☽ 𝕾exual 𝕺rientation: Straight (much to the surprise of some of his more gruff Hell's Angels friends)
☽ 𝕭asic 𝕴nformation: (Face claim & color code)•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•
☽ 𝕸agic 𝕿ype: Psionic
☽ 𝕸agic 𝕾trengths:
☽ Because Basil is so excitable, he's really good at jumbling up people's thoughts whenever he needs to. This is also why Baz is so manipulative.
☽ He's also adept at taking over people's minds and erasing memories. One too many nights hangover has made him the master at forgetting.
☽ Over the years, he's grown even better at quieting 𝕿he 𝖁oices, especially of other Wiccan. He's not impenetrable, but he's good at blocking things out.
☽ 𝕸agic 𝖂eaknesses:
☽ He can't read anyone's mind very well any more. Perhaps it's because Baz is always moving, never letting himself relax enough for 𝕿he 𝖁oices to slip in and take over. Why'd he want them in willingly? They destroyed him once before.
☽ Overall, Baz spends so much time dampening the strongest part of his magic, his ability to read minds, that he has weakened his magical abilities overall.
☽ 𝕻ersonality:
☽ 𝖁irtues:
☽ The absolute life of any party
☽ Light-hearted
☽ Gives fantastic advice
☽ Creative; great problem solver
☽ Musically inclined; he's a fantastic lyricist and guitar player.
☽ If you met him, you'd call him a "breath of fresh air"; he's intoxicatingly bright and happy
☽ 𝖁ices:
☽ Awful listener (you can maybe hold his attention for five minutes before he goes off on another idea he had for a rager)
☽ Manipulative; feels the need to be in control all the time. He'll convince you to come to a party when you're dead tired
☽ Baz lacks a good amount of independence. He can't stand being by himself, terrified of his own mind.
☽ That being said, he's kind of a bum. He can't work hard worth a shit. He's got, as Winona Ryder said in Reality Bites, "groupie-syndrome"- he's incredibly intelligent, but he does absolutely nothing with it.
☽ He's a huge sleeze. He's not anti-women's rights and all that ("Thank God for abortions"). However, Baz definitely thinks he has power over women; in fact, he should have power over women, according to him. It's fucked up, really, but at least he knows. Or does that make it worse?
☽ He's really in his head about a lot of things; when he gets a moment alone, he tends to get sad and depressed. That's when 𝕿he 𝖁oices come back to him. Sometimes, when he's had an incredibly hard weekend of partying and he naps for two days straight, it takes him weeks before he can shut them up again.
☽ 𝕭ackground:
☽ Best friends with Rhett; Cedric is like a father figure to him
☽ Grew up in a family full of Wiccan. They feared him being psionic ever since he was ten and he started whispering to himself in voices completely unlike his own. His father's friend, Hardscrabble (his first name Robert or something... Baz doesn't really know since he never listened), was a psionic too. Hardscrabble taught Basil how to calm himself and turn off 𝕿he 𝖁oices almost completely. Well, at least they're whispers now.
☽ In an effort to keep himself protected, he joined The Hell's Angels at 17, dropping out of high school to help run the casino of his new-found second family. He still keeps in touch with his old family from Texas, but it's hard to talk to them. The way they reacted to his powers- as though they were a mistake- made it hard for him to love them. Basil already second-guesses his powrs; he doesn't need anyone else to.
☽ Baz first broke his mind when he was 15. It happened suddenly, a jolt of power characteristic to a Wiccan's adolescence, but then he was out. He came to, but he couldn't think about anything. All Baz could hear was whispers; he panicked, feeling as though he couldn't breathe. He started to claw at his own face, scratching until he felt his own skin underneath his fingernails. All he wanted was out: out of this body, out of his mind, away from these thoughts. Some were good, but others. The others were louder than the rest. "Why is that the most negative thoughts scream?" Basil wondered as he gripped at his hair, pulling chunks out. It took two days, with his hands cuffed to the top of his bed by his mother, before he stopped trying to hurt himself. It took weeks before he could get out of bed. This became a regular occurrence, happening ten times or so since he was 15. The only plus is that they're less intense.
☽ 𝕺ther 𝕴nformation: