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Post by brett on May 3, 2013 19:00:43 GMT -5
 Brett Aiden MindelanI have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head.
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed,
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone,
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain.
And ounce of peace is all I want for you—will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space.
Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways,
Yeah, ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
Brett Aiden Mindelan
Call me, Brett [/i][/blockquote] I blow out my candles on, May 7
I'm pushing, 18
You can tell by my attitude I'm a,Taurus
I' was born a, Wizard
I tend to crush on, Wizards
Due to my rents I'm a,Halfblood [/i] [/blockquote] Sorting hat says I was born a,Slytherin
I'm in my,Graduate.
Work is overrated, Gamekeeper
Oh look it's shiny,Wand: 14 ½" Black Walnut and Phoenix Feather
They say I look like, Milo Ventimiglia But I don't really see it- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You don't know your beautiful: At 5’10”, Brett is just about average for his age. He has a dark complexion, courtesy of hours spent outside in the sun. His arms are thick and rippling with natural muscle; so too are his legs. Brett has a hard, narrow jaw line and a hard, straight nose. Thick black brows frame muddy green eyes. His hair is thick and black and is usually worn slicked back from his forehead, and his lips are thin and pale. He fluctuates between being clean-shaven and having a bit of scruff, though he’s careful to be neat about his appearance.
Brett wears light-weight clothing, and his style tends towards muggle. Light cotton t-shirts and jeans are his go-to choice of clothing, though he tempers these choices with the occasional bit of flannel or leather, depending on his mood. He’s not one for dressing up, and absolutely loathes wearing ties, but will do so if the situation warrants it. He’s much less likely to don proper wizarding robes; he finds them tedious and overly heavy, and tends to be tripped up by them.
Brett has three tattoos. On his left shoulder he has the letters SLRS, which stand for Safety, Love, Respect, and Self—a reminder for when he’s feeling bad about what he expects for himself. Under his right arm he has the tattoo of a star, which is to remind him that he can achieve his highest dreams if he desires it. And on the back of his left calf he has a dragon tattoo, to remind himself that he can be strong in the face of adversity.
What make me unique; Brett is a strong and stubborn individual. He can be fiercely independent and he hates asking other people for help. Most of the time, he keeps to himself. He is afraid to connect to people—afraid that he’ll hurt them—and so for the most part he tries to stay on his own. He’s more likely to connect to animals than to humans: it’s hard to disappoint animals, and he feels like he has a better chance keeping them content.
Brett can have quite a temper. He’s protective of the people he loves, and if they’re threatened he becomes angry and even violent. He’s scared of this part of himself, afraid that he’ll turn out just like his father, and when his anger hits—especially if he’s around people he cares about—he tends to leave the area and take his anger out on something he can’t hurt, like a tree.
He’s an outdoorsy man. He’s fit and athletic, and he loves sports. He tends to keep in good shape. When he’s upset or just when he needs to think, he goes running or swimming. He likes pushing his body to its limits—likes feeling his muscles stretch and contract—and he gets a high from working out.
When it comes to matters of the heart, Brett really is a family-oriented person. He’d a romantic, though he’d never say so out loud. He believes in one true love, and when it comes to that person Brett would do anything to make the relationship work out. Though he can be cold and mean when it comes to other people, when it comes to his loves he’s sweet, even gentle at times. He listens to what the other person says, and cares, and works hard to make the other person happy.
Brett is driven to succeed. He can be competitive, and he wants to be the best at whatever it is he’s doing at the moment. However, he’s still figuring out what he wants to do with his life. He hates the idea of being trapped in an office or other indoors position. He likes being outdoors in the air and sun, and he loves working with his hands. Sometimes he wonders if he wouldn’t have been better off born a muggle, where he could be a carpenter or mechanic and no one would question it. He likes magic in theory, but he doesn’t tend towards magic; he does small tasks like cooking or cleaning on his own, and he likes it that way.
On the outside, Brett carries out a tough, unapproachable demeanor. He smokes like a chimney, drinks when he’s upset, and rarely smiles. However, inside he has a heart of gold, and he’d give just about anyone the shirt off his back. He doesn’t want most people to think that he’s nice, and reserves this for his lovers and occasionally for his parents, but if he saw someone really upset he’d take care of it in an instant, albeit begrudgingly.
[/size] Likes;*Animals
*Working With His Hands
*Reading, especially muggle fantasy and adventure books
*Herbology
*Boxing
*Smoking
*Running
*Working Out
*Children
*Sports
Dislikes;*Schoolwork
*The idea of sitting in an office all day
*His father
*Laziness
*People judging others based on money/status
*War
*Screamo Music
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Taking a peek into the past,Nationalities,Italian, Andorran, and English Birth place, Ligure, Genoa, Italy Current residence, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland Mother, Katrina Leigh Mindelan nee Forrester Father, Mauro Vincenc Gagliano Stepfather, Matthew James Mindelan Siblings, –none- Pet, In addition to his siamese cat Stormy, Brett has Crash and Petra, two puppies. Crash is a black male goldendoodle and Petra is a blonde female goldendoodle.
Patronus, Panther
Living the teenage dream,
Katrina Mindelan was a pureblood English witch with a rebellious streak. Her parents wanted her to marry a purebood in good standing; in response, she picked the furthest thing from their ideal. Mauro was as muggle as it got. He was 50% Andorran and 50% Italian and had grown up in both countries. He spoke English, Italian, and Catalan fluently and worked as a mechanic in a small town in Italy. Katrina fell in love with him instantly; she loved his diverse culture and his seemingly simple lifestyle. She gave up her family fortune to be with him, and at the time she thought that it was the best decision she could make.
Katrina and Mauro had a son soon after they wed. The baby, whom they named Bertaldo Arnau Gagliano, was born with a full head of hair and curious eyes. Katrina and Mauro were both careful, loving parents to their son, but things were going downhill with Mauro’s shop and he started losing money. Between that and the cost of a new baby, they quickly struggled financially.
Mauro got into drug trafficking to support his family. Katrina didn’t know about it at first. She began to have suspicions when she’d walk into the store and the conversations going on, typically between her husband and other tough men, would hush, but she was in denial about anything going on. Meanwhile Mauro had started to dabble in the drugs that he dealt. Katrina was never exactly sure what he took; all she knew was that there were times when he’d come home and it was as if he couldn’t see her or their son. Other times he was jittery, even paranoid. He used to pace in their front room with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, looking out for the cops.
Six years after Bertaldo was born, things with Mauro went very south. Mauro had been shaking a man down for some money he owed Mauro when the cops showed up. Mauro grabbed the man by the throat and backed into a nearby convenience store. He held the man he’d been shaking down hostage, as well as the store clerk and a twelve-year-old boy who’d been in the convenience store at the time. Mauro killed the clerk and the man who owed him money before the cops managed to get to him; the kid survived.
After Mauro went to jail, sentenced to life, Katrina took her son out of the country. She changed his name to Brett Aiden Forrester. She told him it was so that his new English friends wouldn’t have a hard time pronouncing his name, but the truth was that she wanted to cut off contact between Mauro and her son.
It worked for a time. Brett grew up as a typical English boy. His mother was a seamstress in Diagon Alley; the streets became Brett’s romping lands. As a young boy, Brett still idolized his father. His mother didn’t tell him a lot about what had happened to his father, thinking that it would hurt him, and so Brett kept the man on a pedestal. He journaled in Catalan and Italian both so that he wouldn’t lose his language skills, and he kept thinking that when his dad got out of jail he’d be proud of his boy.
Brett bemoaned the fact that he wouldn’t be able to take over his dad’s car business. He refused to try hard in school, determined that he would do a trade job just like his dad had done. He wasn’t a dumb kid—he was, in fact, a voracious reader—but he thought that real men worked with their hands, like his dad had done.
When Brett was ten years old, his mother remarried. Her new husband, Matt, was a healer. He’d take Brett in to the hospital sometimes and show him the treatments he did. On weekends, he’d have Brett help him in the garden. Brett attached to Matt quickly, having by that point craved a father figure for a number of years, and soon after marrying Brett’s mom, Matt formally adopted the boy and Brett took on his surname. By this point in time, Brett was old enough that for his mother to tell him that his father hadn’t been the greatest man on the planet, and though she didn’t go into explicit details, Brett realized that he was better off accepting Matt as his father. His biological father had been out of his life for a number of years by that point in time, and it was easier to accept a real, tangible man in his life than the distant memory of his father. Ultimately it was Matt’s influence on his life that allowed Brett, by the time he got to Hogwarts, to have higher ambitions.
Brett was sorted into Slytherin house when he got to Hogwarts. Brett saw the sorting in terms of what he was not—loyal, brave, or intelligent—rather than in terms of what he was—ambitious and cunning. He hated what his house said about him. The rumors that passed through the other houses that Slytherin was dark seeped into Brett’s core, and he began to question his own self-worth. He led a quiet, solitary life. School was a struggle for him: he’d spent so many years ignoring school that he didn’t have the necessary study skills to get by. He was too stubborn to admit that he needed help, and generally too cold and angry for people to offer it of their own volition.
Brett took up drinking and smoking in his early teens to help deal with his loneliness and self-loathing. Things at home were deteriorating. It seemed like his mother barely recognized him. When he went home, she looked at him as if he were unrecognizable. He’d grown to resemble his biological father a great deal, and she had a hard time seeing him as his own person. He spent his summers locked in his room, sullen and uncomfortable. His relationship with his stepfather continued to be the one positive in his life, but Matt had been promoted in his field; he worked longer, more grueling hours and was barely ever home. At home, Brett grew angry and resentful. At school, he became lonely. And so it went into his teens.
When Brett was sixteen years old, one of his professors suggested he get tutoring. He’d passed his OWLs by a hair; they told him that if he didn’t get some help he probably didn’t have any hope with his NEWTs. Brett still didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, but he wanted to have some options. Their words got past his stubborn defenses for the first time, and he finally allowed himself to get tutoring. He had a couple of different tutors, but the one that stood out was Albus Potter.
Albus was two years younger than Brett, but he was smart. He tutored Brett in DADA. At first, Albus seemed to Brett to have it all: he was smart, he was likeable, he had parents he could be proud of… His envy manifested itself as resentment at first, and the first weeks of tutoring were painful. But as Brett got to know Albus, he saw that there was more to the story to that. He saw his own loneliness mirrored in Albus in a way that he couldn’t put his finger on. He saw sadness there, and insecurity. And yet Albus was still a beacon of light in Brett’s life.
His resentment deteriorated; he began, slowly, to fall in love. He tried to hide it at first. He’d known he was gay for the majority of his life, but he’d never been into someone younger than himself before, and he wasn’t sure that he was comfortable with it. More than that, Brett felt that he didn’t know the first thing about being in love. He was afraid of hurting the younger boy.
It got to the point that Brett couldn’t hide his feelings for Albus any longer. He asked Albus out on a date; to his surprise, Albus accepted the invitation. Their first kiss took place after a picnic of good Italian food; it was awkward, and their teeth bumped together in the process.
It got easier over time. They dated for four months. Brett knew he’d found the one person in the world who really understood him, and complimented his personality. He’d never been happier; he thought he and Albus would be together forever.
Towards the end of Brett’s sixth year at Hogwarts, he got a letter that would change his life. It was in Italian; it had come from father:
Bertaldo,
Ti ho cercato per te per anni, e finalmente ho trovato voi. Io non so quello che tua madre ha detto a voi, ma posso garantire che non si dispone di tutta la storia. Non avevo intenzione di uccidere quegli uomini, stavo solo cercando di tenere voi e la vostra madre nutriti. Ti amo, Bertaldo. Mi manchi. Mi fa male che non parliamo.
Vi prego di scrivere di nuovo.
Tanto amore.
Tuo padre,
Mauro
In the letter, Mauro said that it hadn’t been his intention to kill those men. Up until that point in time, Brett had known his father was into drugs, but he hadn’t known that the man was a killer. More than that, his father hadn’t apologized. And upon reading the letter, Brett realized that as much as he tried to pretend it wasn’t so, there was still a part of him that was the son of that man—he’d been playing the part of “Brett” for a number of years, but secretly there was some “Bertaldo” still inside him.
He worried that the killer in his father was genetic. After all, his mother had fallen hopelessly in love with the man. He himself remembered the man being a great father, at least when he was little. Somewhere along the way, his father had snapped—had turned into some demon version of himself, a man who could kill without feeling remorse. And Brett was terrified that he’d turn out just like the man. He already looked like his father, and he’d sensed a darkness inside himself before then—an anger that he only barely kept in check.
He couldn’t put Albus through the things his own mother had been through. He broke up with Albus soon after receiving the letter. He tried not to hurt the younger boy, but being too scared to explain the situation fully, the explanation he gave Albus was paltry at best.
In his final year at Hogwarts, Brett did his best to stay out of Albus’s way. He continued to love the younger boy, and was convinced that he would never stop loving him, but he was also convinced that he’d bring Albus nothing but trouble.
When Brett graduated from Hogwarts, he still didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life. He’d earned a couple of NEWTS—not many—and between that and his determination not to work an office job, he didn’t have a lot of options. Still trying to find himself, he went to Andorra where some of his biological father’s family resided. He lived with his paternal grandparents and worked as a landscaper for a while. During those months, his relationship with his mother was incredibly rocky—she couldn’t understand why he wanted to connect with that part of his family—but it was an important transitional time for him as well. He learned that his grandparents were gentle, sweet people. The darkness in his father was an anomaly, not the rule. He dated the granddaughter of one of his grandmother’s friends. She was sweet and kind and Brett liked her a great deal. In her arms, he learned about being a lover, and though he knew he couldn’t stay with her—that he didn’t love her and never could—he appreciated his time with her and everything he learned while he was with her.
The cold season ended Brett’s usefulness as a landscaper. He moved back to England to patch things up with his mother and stepfather. His stepfather was understanding; his mother less so. However, Brett managed to convince her that his time in Andorra had helped him learn about himself in a healthy way.
Over the winter, Brett helped his mother in the shop. He hated the work—hated being stuck indoors all day, hated having to smile as he pinned clothes sweat-soaked bodies… He looked for work elsewhere, and when in the following fall a job opened up as gamekeeper at Hogwarts, Brett jumped on it.
He loved the work. What he couldn’t stand was the close proximity to Albus. He realized that his feelings for the younger boy hadn’t abated in the least—he still loved Albus—and it hurt. He’d thrown away a good thing, he realized. He knew he couldn’t expect that Albus was still stuck on him, and it was hard for him because he knew that true love came once in a lifetime. He’d had his; it wouldn’t come again.
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Forever young, 21
Time is of the essence, GMT-5. [/i] [/blockquote] Source, Caution 2.0. [/i] [/blockquote] I also play, Anaximander, Puck, Matthia, Lysander.
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