Addison, Braylin

Basics
Full Name: Braylin Addison
Nickname: Bray; Addy
Gender: Male
Martial Status: Single
Age: 18
Birth Date: 5/26
Occupation/Grade: Third Year High School student.
Dreams/Life Goals: To become a counselor.

Appearance
Hair: Brown with god awful spikes that won't go down, no matter what he does. Always spiky. Always.
Eyes: Bright sapphire (blue) and very wide.
Height: 5'5”. Basically, extremely short.
Build: Thin. Short and thin, he's basically a little girl.


Character Personality
Naive. Innocent, no matter the circumstances, Bray is always innocent. He looks at the world with wide eyes, wanting to help; wanting to know everything he can possibly learn about anything. He's nosy. Very, very nosy. It tends to get him in trouble. Friendly (albeit a little shy) and happy-go-lucky are two perfect descriptions for the brunette.
Bray is definitely an average student. He tries and tries, he really does, but he's still just... average. What he's good at is psychology. His psych classes are probably the only ones he looks forward to. And his desire to help people only fuels his desire to become a counselor. He's good with information about the brain, about how it works and why we act how we do.
He's plagued by night terrors. Gets them often, and he has no idea why, but it's made him terrified of the dark. Because he doesn't yet have a roommate, he huddles under his blankets, often losing sleep and praying for daylight.

Character Background
Braylin grew up in an average family. Only child, very sheltered, they had movie night every Thursday and picked a place to hike/walk/bike/etc. every Saturday. He went to a normal middle school, where people referred to him as “Addy” instead of Bray. He wasn't popular, per se, but he had enough friends to not be “that weird kid” eating by himself at lunch.
Even as a small toddler, Braylin was very curious. It got him into trouble then, and it still gets him into trouble now. At six, he ventured into the neighbors yard simply because there was a hole in the privacy fence and he had to know what was beyond it. Low and behold, a large Akita was behind it. He'll have the scar on his hip for the rest of his life to prove it. At seven and a half, he remembers sneaking into his parents room in Oregon and listening to them calmly discuss something called divorce. The next day he asked his teacher what it meant, and when she told him, he ran away, heartbroken because he thought his parents didn't love him anymore, and wanted to break up their family. Two days later, after he was reported missing, some nice old lady found him hiding away behind a dumpster and took him to her home, giving him cookies and explaining that divorce didn't mean they didn't love him anymore, and that it didn't mean they didn't love each other anymore. It simply meant something had happened and his parents wouldn't be able to see each other as much as they originally did. It also meant double the birthday presents and learning all about really cool things like people in Japan (where his mother would be moving back to) and pretty flowers called cherry blossoms. She returned him home after he fell asleep, much to the relief of his parents, and explained everything that happened after she found him.
Sometime in eighth grade, Bray woke up at 3:36 in the morning with the picture of fangs against his neck, bright, malicious eyes watching him hungrily. He had the same dream for a week and a half, waking up at the same exact moment every time. Ten nights in a row. Since then, he's been terrified of the dark, not being able to sleep unless he stays up until 3, 4, sometimes even 5 in the morning, then passing out from exhaustion. It causes his grades to suffer. As much as he stays up, lights on in his dorm, studying and studying, once he passes out, it's basically all gone; in one ear and out the other.
He always wanted to help people. Before the nightmares, after them, he simply had a need to help. He used to sit around and listen to people talk for hours on end, offering any advice they would hear. That was the first inkling that he wanted to become a counselor, and he's held onto the dream since.
Braylin's lived in Japan with his mother since the divorce, which was final when he was eight. His mother couldn't handle the nightmares anymore, as it was wearing them both thin, but she also couldn't deal with the guilt of sending her only son to an asylum. So she looked up a boarding school, found Alculard, and sent him there immediately.



Origin: Japanese/English
Race/Ethnicity: Human
Language: Japanese
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: A scar from a dog bite when he was six. (over his hip bone.)
Parents/Elders/Guardians: His father still lives in Oregon, and he talks to him via phone and email every so often. His mother is Japanese, hence why he's here.