Post by Wyatt Brakken on Aug 19, 2009 22:30:52 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Wyatt Brakken
Nickname:Wy, Brak, Boost (From his earlier years)
Age:26
Appearance
Looks:Wyatt wears his hair long with a slight wave, he used to have it that way as a symbol of his artistic nature but now he’s just used to the look and feeling. His face usually carries a few days worth of stubble he’s forgotten to shave. Deep set eyes set in an oval face give him the look of someone older, if not wiser then his years.
Rarely seen without a camera of some description he dresses in jeans and button up shirts usually opting to leave the top few open. Around his neck he wears a silver chain with a metal disc on it, almost like a dog tag, but this tag is his id number from Juvenile hall to remind him never to go back to that.
Beneath his shirt is a toned, but not overly toned body. He runs to keep his emotions in check, weights to work out his anger and swims to think.
Scars, tattoos, other marks:
Portrayed by: Wes Ramsey
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality:Wyatt is ashamed of his past, but he doesn’t hide it. If someone asks he tells, but never dwells on what he did. His emotions find an outlet in his work or his workouts; as a result he is a calm level headed guy. Along with his artistic sense he also has a great dry wit, and the occasional dumb (not rude ‘blonde’) comment.
Returning to the rez is something he’s worked hard to feel confident about doing. Starting a new life there is something he’s committed too, beyond that he’s waiting to see where life takes him.
Species: Werewolf
Abilities:Standard werewolf abilities
Occupation:Photographer specializing in landscapes but not limited too.
Car:Jeep, Black.
History:
Birthplace:La Push, Wa
Family:Dad; Mikeal Brakken, Mother Suky Brakken
Friends:None at the moment, the ones from childhood are either in jail or keeping the new him at arms length, if they even remember him.
History:
Wy was the bad kid, the poster child for everyone’s stereotypes of Reservation kids. At 14 he boosted his first car and by 16 was the wheel man for most small scams. Never quiet hitting the big time as a criminal Wyatt was caught and sent to Juvenile hall shortly before his 17 birthday. Life wasn’t great while he was in juvie, in the 6 months he served everything changed for him. He found photography and lost his family after realizing what he’d put them through Wy knew he couldn’t go back till he had something to show them of his life.
After getting out of baby jail Wyatt headed to New York leaving his past, friends and family behind him. The occasional post card and phone call was all he offered his parents, he thought it was best. Trailing the streets of NY it would have been easy for him to fall back in with the wrong crowd, but he didn’t. Waiting tables at night and taking shadowing positions, intern jobs and all but stalking some of NYs finest photographers Wyatt eventually learnt his craft.
The longer he stayed away, the harder it was to go home.
After almost 9 years away Wyatt knew it was time to go home, he could feel himself been pulled back to the Reservation. At the time he assumed it was for the amazing scenery he’d grown up around and never appreciated; now he wanted to see it through a lens and attempt to capture its uniqueness.
He’s yet to realize it was more then a Muse that pulled him home.
Name: Wyatt Brakken
Nickname:Wy, Brak, Boost (From his earlier years)
Age:26
Appearance
Looks:Wyatt wears his hair long with a slight wave, he used to have it that way as a symbol of his artistic nature but now he’s just used to the look and feeling. His face usually carries a few days worth of stubble he’s forgotten to shave. Deep set eyes set in an oval face give him the look of someone older, if not wiser then his years.
Rarely seen without a camera of some description he dresses in jeans and button up shirts usually opting to leave the top few open. Around his neck he wears a silver chain with a metal disc on it, almost like a dog tag, but this tag is his id number from Juvenile hall to remind him never to go back to that.
Beneath his shirt is a toned, but not overly toned body. He runs to keep his emotions in check, weights to work out his anger and swims to think.
Scars, tattoos, other marks:
Portrayed by: Wes Ramsey
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality:Wyatt is ashamed of his past, but he doesn’t hide it. If someone asks he tells, but never dwells on what he did. His emotions find an outlet in his work or his workouts; as a result he is a calm level headed guy. Along with his artistic sense he also has a great dry wit, and the occasional dumb (not rude ‘blonde’) comment.
Returning to the rez is something he’s worked hard to feel confident about doing. Starting a new life there is something he’s committed too, beyond that he’s waiting to see where life takes him.
Species: Werewolf
Abilities:Standard werewolf abilities
Occupation:Photographer specializing in landscapes but not limited too.
Car:Jeep, Black.
History:
Birthplace:La Push, Wa
Family:Dad; Mikeal Brakken, Mother Suky Brakken
Friends:None at the moment, the ones from childhood are either in jail or keeping the new him at arms length, if they even remember him.
History:
Wy was the bad kid, the poster child for everyone’s stereotypes of Reservation kids. At 14 he boosted his first car and by 16 was the wheel man for most small scams. Never quiet hitting the big time as a criminal Wyatt was caught and sent to Juvenile hall shortly before his 17 birthday. Life wasn’t great while he was in juvie, in the 6 months he served everything changed for him. He found photography and lost his family after realizing what he’d put them through Wy knew he couldn’t go back till he had something to show them of his life.
After getting out of baby jail Wyatt headed to New York leaving his past, friends and family behind him. The occasional post card and phone call was all he offered his parents, he thought it was best. Trailing the streets of NY it would have been easy for him to fall back in with the wrong crowd, but he didn’t. Waiting tables at night and taking shadowing positions, intern jobs and all but stalking some of NYs finest photographers Wyatt eventually learnt his craft.
The longer he stayed away, the harder it was to go home.
After almost 9 years away Wyatt knew it was time to go home, he could feel himself been pulled back to the Reservation. At the time he assumed it was for the amazing scenery he’d grown up around and never appreciated; now he wanted to see it through a lens and attempt to capture its uniqueness.
He’s yet to realize it was more then a Muse that pulled him home.