Brodie Ariel Cameron

[Brodie Ariel Cameron]

BRODIE ARIEL CAMERON
"And all the juvie halls and the Ritalin rats asked
the angels made from neon and f**king garbage
screamed out 'what will save us now?'"

STYLE: Non Canon
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: 22
DOB: 4th July 1988
GROUP: Human – possibly part moron but who knows.
SPECIES: Prophet
JOB: Singer / Songwriter / General Bum.
ALLEGIANCE: None at the moment.
POWER{S):

As the word “prophet” connotations indicate Brodie is she has been “contacted by a divine presence and acts an an intermediate for humanity receiving knowledge.” Or at least thats the dictonary definition. Brodie sees it more like inspiration. Mostly it comes in the form of “dreams” which really is the wrong word for it but its the closest that people will understand. Her dreams are accompanied by all the flair and humour that she would expect from heaven, flashing lights, a killer freaking headache and one hell of a terrifying image. She gets a unique perspective on what is going on in the world but just one view of it, the speaker for the angels, the one who sees the turmoil of the above lands, the death and the carnage. She incorporates the things she sees the themes and the messages that she infers from it all in to her music, which seems oddly apt for celestial beings.

While she doesn't see events terribly far in advanced, we're talking minutes here or as it is happening, it doesn't really matter what does matter is the message she passes on to the music. This however instils a lot of trust into her that she is doing what is right, and that her interpretation is right. A reason she doesn't class anything she sees as facts, given the fact she doesn't see the angels per say, she sees a representation of them. A view allowing her to understand and gather inspiration from.



HEIGHT: Five foot
WEIGHT: Fluctuates when she's on tour, normally just over hundred pounds.
HAIR: Dark brown, depends Brodie likes to play with it.
EYES: Dark brown.
SKIN: Pale.
BODY: Petite.
ATTRIBUTES: Any distinguishing features or marks?
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Has a tattoo on her right wrist of a Nautical star that she got done on her 18th birthday. She got it done as a plea for guidance from the heavens, unsure of what she was going to do with her life and which way to go.
CLOTHES:
She has her own unique dress sense, which is whatever she throws on in the morning usual. She has a large collection of tshirts more tshirts than you would ever need...in fact tshirts are her favourite item of clothing. Normally you can see her in one of said tshirts, normally with something amusing on the front, her favourite being a diagram of the solar system with 'don't be silly Pluto, orbiting the sun is for real planets!' Normally its accompanied by a pair of jeans and her lucky red converse if she is on stage. Of course being a girl she does love to dress up for the occasion but she really does love her make up and her dresses...when its needed.

ACCESSORIES: Brodie has a necklace her sister gave her for her eighteenth birthday that never leaves her neck, a long chain with a large black angelwing pendant. Sure it isn't expensive but her sister gave her it so it means the world.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

The first thing that most people notice about her is the lack of hight. Standing at just five foot and half an inch Brodie is a tiny little thing, something insignificant in her eyes – she can't even reach the top shelf in the house without a chair! Her shoulder length dark hair has a natural wave to it, however she does have a bad habit of straightening it and abusing it with heat. She doesn't like her hair wavy, she far prefers it straight.

The dark brown hair frames her young features perfectly, despite the fact she's twenty two she does in fact look like a twelve year old, thought her mother has told her more times than she can remember its just the young genes and that she would be thankful for it in twenty years time. Right now it just means she gets Ided in every damn bar she does in to. Which is really irritating by the way! Her dark eyes match her hair, at least her genetics have some colour coordination going on here, despite her downfalls her looks do have some good sides, she's always managed to have pretty clear skin even through her teenage years which is something to be grateful for.



LIKES

• COFFEE | Brodie is a well and true caffeine addict she can't do anything without a large dumping of the stimulant in her system. Be it on your own head if you talk to her before her first coffee!
  
• MUSIC | This should have been the first one in an ideal world but she's a musician of course she loves music! Its her life!
  
• READING | Sure she might not have a high school diploma to her name but Brodie is a pretty smart person and she loves to read. Anything she can get her hands on, it helps pass the time on long van rides.
  
• PIZZA | Best food on earth. There is no explanation needed for this.
  
• FRIENDS | Brodie gets to spend her life hanging out with her best friends. Its all she ever wants to do Time spent making your friends happy is never wasted time.
  
• STORIES | She loves to listen to people talk about their lives, she wants to collect stories from people and write them, put them in to lyrics and use them for inspiration.
  
• THE BEACH | Warm sunny beaches are the best places on earth. She isn't too sure why she thinks that, just something about the atmosphere.
  
• DRINKING | A good night drunk is a good night full stop. Brodie gets to have her fair share of drunk nights, she's had some disastrous and some wild ones but every single one is a story!
  
• CALIFORNIA | Because its a million miles (metaphorically) from Chicago.
  
• SLEEPING | A sleepy Brodie is a crabet Brodie. Its for your own good as well as hers that she gets enough sleep.
  

DISLIKES

• MORNINGS | Generally if you are a day person you are ok, night doesn't bother you however if you are a night person like Brodie its not the same. Daylight always finds a way to get through and wake you up!
  
• 9 TO 5 | Having a nine to five job will be the death of her Soul. Brodie was meant to be on the run. This cadged bird doesn't sing she screams.
  
• BEING STUCK | Being in the one place too long kinda does the same thing, she dislikes having to stay somewhere for too long. Her world is always moving and she feels like she has to be as well.
  
• MATURITY | She refuses to grow up. Brodie is young at heart and refuses to believe that growing up is the same as getting a nine to five and settling down.
  
• SILENCE | Silence is the enemy against urgency.
  
• YOUR MOM JOKES | They got old. Plus Jacks always telling them so they irritate her.
  
• NO COFFEE! | Its the end of the world.
  
• BEING BROKE | Having to play with coppers to get a round in at the bar is just as bad as mornings to her. God bless royalties! All £20 a year they get.
  
• (C)RAP | Bad music is the devils work. Fact.
  
• VEGGIES! | Vegetables are also the world of the devil. Brodie lives off four foods. Pancakes, waffles, pizza and fries.
  

STRENGTHS

• TALENTED | An incredibly talented musician Brodie is on the right path in her life utilising her talents for something instead of ignoring them. Singing has always got her by and she hopes it keeps that way.
  
• SMART | Despite her lack of education Brodie is a smart girl, she's not book smart she is street smart. Its a different kind of smart but she is still highly intelligent.
  
• QUICK WITTED | Her quick wit normally means she can talk her way out of most situations or keep herself out of trouble my turning a serious situation in to a joke
  
• FAST | For s short thing she can run pretty fast. Seriously. She used to be on a track team at school until she got bored.
  
• ADAPTIVE | Brodie is used to being flung in the deep end of situations and has been forced to learn how to be adaptive and deal with big changes.
  

WEAKNESSES

• OVER EMOTIONAL | She finds it hard to regulate her emotions, big things she can deal with however its tiny little things that get her. She's been known to get upset over the smallest things. Her bandmates have a theory its triggered by a paranoia that she has but Brodie denies that.
  
• DETATCHED | Often Brodie tries to keep as many people at arms lengths as she can, she doesn't like people getting too close to her.
  
• INNOCENT | When it comes to the supernatural Brodie is pretty innocent. She doesn't know the truth of what is really out there despite her visions.
  
• DISTRUSTING | Brodie doesn't like most people, it takes a long to gain her trust and get her to confide anything.
  
• GRUDGES | Cross her and she wont forget it. Brodie is an expert at harbouring grudges and isn't an incredibly forgiving individual.
  

FEARS

• BEING ALONE | Dying along has always been a fear of hers since she sat with her sister in that car. The only thing worse than her dying would have been her being along at the time. She detests the idea of having no one there.
  
• ANGELS | Growing up in a strict church that could almost be classed as a Angel Christian cult Brodie has been taught a lot about Angels. The good as well as the band. However in the god fearing church it was the bad that stuck with her.
  
• LOSING HER BAND | Her band is her family now. She's lost one family she can not lose another.
  

DREAMS

• SING | Singing in her band is the one thing she adores, even if its to an empty room she's going to keep going.
  
• PAYING THE BILLS | Brodie doesn't dream of being a rock star, she dreams of being able to pay for dinner.
  
• FREEDOM | Staying in one place is her idea of hell. She just wants to do what they do now for the rest of her life. She wants to travel everywhere that she can.
  

BIGGEST SECRET: She still prays every day.

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
She's a difficult individual to get your head around, she lives in a world of possibilities, there isn't a no in her mind, and there isn't an option that she can't make something happen. She tends to analyse complicated problems in her own head and figure them out. She seeks a way of finding some way to categorise the world around her and make sense out of the chaos but so far she's struggled. It’s something she is learning to cope with at the moment. While she appears pretty 'dreamy' to other people and off in a universe of her own, she's thinking and mulling things over in her head. However if a problem pips her interest she will devote all the time and energy in the world to solving it. She can't walk away from not knowing the answer. She has to know the answer; that's just the way it is. A perfectionist, she doesn't give herself credit for her work or her abilities and tends to drive herself too hard and expect far too much of herself.

Mind you, she knows how to get noticed. She stands on that stage at night and sings her heart out, everything in her head laid out bare for everyone to see. She loves music. Every part of her being is about music, the free verse and the iambic pulse runs through her blood. Brodie couldn't imagine her life without music. People think she is wasting her life – they're wrong. Brodie is pretty damn sure that this is her destiny. She has a stage presence that commands some form of respect and attention from a crowd, though maybe that is just her honesty. When she performs it’s the only time she feels at home, as if it’s somewhere that she can be herself completely...because people always think you pretend on a stage...and they would never really think that it was her.

As complicated as she is, Brodie is hard to get to know well, but for those who do, she is a genuinely warm and caring person and has a habit of capturing soft spots in people’s hearts. Brodie deeply cares for her friends and is usually the first to step in when someone is in trouble or needs something. She's always mindful about her friends’ feelings and tries her best to get by through her life without hurting anyone. However she is a natural at supporting people and always stands by her friends, giving them support. So just as well she is highly devoted and protective of her friends and shows her care for them through actions rather than words.

Not a lot of people get to see her sensitive side. She holds a deep love of nature and the world around her and loves to lie on her back in the middle of nowhere and watch the stars like she did as a child, not like that's happening much now. Nature reminds her of her home. Mind you That doesn't mean that she wants to stay in Chicago for the rest of her life. When the crap hits the fan, she has a reputation for disappearing for days, getting in her car, and just driving until the end of the road. Stress isn't something she takes too well. She has a tendency to over react to things and run away from anything that she doesn't understand. However, you can't run from who you are, no matter how much she tries to.



Father: Matthew Cameron, 56, Grocery store manager.
Mother: Charlotte Cameron, 53, Nurse.
Siblings: Caitlin Cameron, 23, Student, deceased.
EXTENDED: None that she has ever had contact with.
CHILDREN: None.
OTHER: her bandmates, Jaymee, Jack, Aaron and Billie.

HISTORY:


Born and raised in Chicago Brodie is the youngest child of two in her family, she grew up in the city of Chicago. Raised in a highly religious family Brodie spent most of her young life in the church community. Her father and mother both deans of the church, ran the Sunday school, bible studies and the like. She was baptised at just three days old as a member of the Saint Michaels and All Angels Church. Indoctrinated from a young age about Christianity it was the central theme of everything in her life. It was what the family ate, breathed and slept. She attended a faith elementary school in the neighbour hood, to be honest the first years of her life were pretty uneventful and her life was like any other when you had fanatical Christian parents.

High school was particularly turbulent time for Brodie, while her family tried their hardest to push her in to an academic career she just wasn't cut out for it, and it wasn't what she wanted. Brodies strengths always have and always will lie in the arts. A talented musician from a young age it simply evolved given time and of course the right people. Brodie met her now four best friends and near enough family; Jaymee her best friend and fellow rockchick, the girl that handed her a Sex Pistols CD at lunch time and blew her world wide open. Jack the most faithful person she's ever met, the one dude that used to punch people for her, threw a bully through a window for her and the one person in her life who has always told her to reach for the stars. Aaron loud an obnoxious always edging her on to try new things, drying to drag her out of her confortzones and Billie, the quiet one in the corner, the silent genius but without him none of it would work. Thus The Static Age was born.

They were the five freaks in school, the ones that never fit in anywhere. Music just was something that fitted them like a glove and since the day they picked up instruments together they have been inseparable. It didn't take long for the dynamics to play out and for everyone to find their role. Of course the longer they played together the better they got, they put out their first EP entitled: Death or Victory. A long year of local gigs, opening for other local bands followed. To be honest its the only time in her life with Brodie has felt truly happy, when she's on a stage singing her heart out. Eighteen months later the band realised their first album; ' Nehemiah', distributed by a small local label named Killjoy Records. The album sold out of its first printing of 1000 within a month and has sold pretty well for such a small band.

The plans to take over the music world were put on hold abruptly by her sisters death. The accident came as a shock to everyone but most of all Brodie. It was strange to be home one afternoon driving around the city with her sister then all of a sudden there was nothing but wrecked metal and her sister dead. Its something she's always tortured herself over, the fact that she survived and the fact her sister was gone. A tragic accident that she blames herself for only because she still has no idea how to handle the fact that the one person she looked up to in her life was gone. Her parents took it especially badly as well. Her sister was the golden child, her sister was the college girl who was going to go on to be a doctor. As much as Brodie loved her sister she had always lived in her shadow and now always would.

Her relationship with her family, with her god, her church and everyone other than her band fell apart. Truth be told they've stayed that way. Her parents were angry for such a long time, still are and Brodie isn't too sure who at. Themselves or her for being able to walk away from the wreck without a scratch on her, a “miracle” that amazed many people. She was angry at herself for a long time, still is, angry at God she turned her back on the hurch that she had so strongly grown up with. That isn't to say that she doesn't have faith, she knows there is a god, even more so now but the church wasn't something she wanted to be around. Her home life became intolerable, unable to sit in the same room as her family as she graduated high school she decided to move out and in with her band mates. Music was going to be her life from then on.

The turmoil around the accident lead to a two year gap before their second EP was released; 'When It Rains.' The last two years have consisted of a small venue tour on their own material, opening for bands, playing more shows than she can keep a track of and recording their new album which is due out in a couple of months. Its tentative title; “East Jesus Nowhere.” Heavily influenced by her recent visions which started about six months ago. They've left a lasting impact on her, she doesn't know what the hell to make of them, most of all she's managed to convince herself its a punishment and she's condemned for something...other's would argue if they knew that it was a blessing. Part of her just wishes she could turn around to her parents flip them the middle finger and show them what the waster of the family has done. She has friends, the best four friends in the world, a Prophet, chosen by the Lord for something or other...never the less she knows not to open her mouth. Its between her and whatever is above her.




OTHER INFO:
CONTACT INFO:

• PHONE # | 555 - 5847
  
• EMAIL | [e-mail]
  
• IM | thegreatreatdo
  

VEHICLE: The bands tour van fourth hand, they bought it for a couple of hundred dollars and they coast from town to town on gas fumes trying to make it from a to b. The van itself is a little trouper, it puts up with the stresses and strains of the bands life style and they have been known for spending weeks living in the back of it too skint to pay for motels on the road. Little Red as they call it is part of the band. Plastered with notes on the inside and having suffered through many all night drives its part of the family and they do love it to bits, maybe why even though they might now be able to afford something a bit better they haven't. They spend more nights in motels than they used to, the pleasure of starting to shift albums. While they are a million miles away from having a tour bus and a hotel every night this four wheels is their home from home.
WEAPON{S}: Legs for running!
UNIQUE ITEMS: ...eh your mum? None.




FACE CLAIM Ellen Page
CHARACTERBrodie Ariel Cameron.



RP SAMPLE:

“The future is bullet proof the aftermath is secondary!” It echoed over the small room on the PA as everything exploded in to a world of colour and sound. If you had sensitive hearing this was not the place to be. The lights on the stage burst in to colour as the five early twenty something took to the stage in a hail of sound and screams. The chorus of nanas was already resonating through the club room as the crowd sang it out like there freaking lives depended on it. This was it, the next hour and a half were about these people here, it was about how loud they could get this room, about how they could get everyone to scream they're lungs up. It was about using art as a weapon, it was about sharing ideas around, it was about one thing connecting every single person in this room – music.

“Drugs! Gimme drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs! I don't need them but I'll sell what you got take the cash, and I'll keep it. Eight legs to the wall hit the gas kill them all!” Brodie belted out the first line of the song, loud and proud, she wasn't afraid of being up here. This was her life, she loved every damn second of this. Of all the things that had happened in her life she had no right to moan about when she got to do this every night. The lyrics being cried back to her by the front of the crowed slammed against the metal crowd barriers just spurred her on even more. Who knew three hundred people could be so damn loud! “And we crawl and we crawl! I'll be your detonator! Love! Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love! I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it. In a bag, in a box, with an X on the floor. Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more!” That was it, she just wanted more of this, she would take her visions, she would take all of the headaches to be able to do this just one more time. Maybe it was the fact she was with her best friends? Maybe it was the fact she felt great right now but she knew it wasn't the after parties or the fact they slept in a falling apart van as they drove alnight to the next town.

The venom with which she spat out the words, interpretations of the dreams or visions that she had. Her way of telling the world about what was going on in her head, she had no idea in a hundred years time someone might be referencing her work. No idea that in a future life time the events that were going on here and now would become the basis for something...radical. The fact that right now history was being written, the something apocalyptic was going on didn't escape her Brodie just had no idea she had a role in it. “Shut up! From mall security to every enemy, we're on your property standing in a V formation. Lets blow an artery, eat plastic surgery, no apologies! Give us more detonation! Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more!” Brodie could hear the kids in the crowd so loud as she ran around, microphone in one hand, egging them on, like a giant competition to see who could make the roof fall down first!

“Let me tell you about the sad man. Shut up and let me see your jazz hands! Remember when you were a mad man, thought you were bat man, and hit the party with a gas can! Kiss me you animal! You run the company! F**k like a Kennedy! I'd rather be burning your information!” The backdrop behind them had dropped in to place at the start of the song, the roadside with massive angel wings burnt in to them. Lately religion had taken more and more of a front line in their music, of course it would with Brodie writing the lyrics, it was after all everything that was going on in her head at the moment. You had no idea just how much it made her thing about things that frankly no twenty two year old should be considering. “And right here right now all the way in Battery City. The little children raise their open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven.” Slipping the microphone in to the stand she stood still holding her hands up to heaven along with every single other person in this room. She sung her soul out on this stage, she threw everything in to this and maybe that was what made her so compelling to watch. “And all the juvie halls and the Ritalin rats asked the angels made from neon and f**king garbage screamed out 'what will save us now?' and the sky opened up. Everyone wants to change the world but no one wants to die. Wanna try? I'll be your detonator!”

Everything had just descended in to a haze of noise. Screaming, singing, guitars, bass and drums and yet there was an ordered chaos to it. “Make no apology, its death or victory on my authority! Crash or burn young and loaded, drop a bullet shell, dress like a sleeper cell. Id rather go to hell than be in purgatory. Cut my hair gag and bore me. Pull this pin and let the world explode.” She couldn't have got any closer to the point of the vision that she had written about. The fact of the matter was the events that were going ot play out were simple. You either died or you were with the winners. This wasn't going to end pretty and she damn well knew that, somewhere deep down she knew she was going to be a casualty too.

So she was going to make the most of this, she was going to stand on this stage and throw her soul at the world. She was going to tell every single soul in this room before it was too late.

[[ song Na Na Na Na – My Chemical Romance]]


ALIAS: Sammie
OTHER ACCOUNTS: None
RP EXP: Several years
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Castiel linked me.

I, Brodie Ariel Cameron+, write in blood the oath that I have read everything I am supposed to and hereby agree to follow them, and indefinitely stay true to what has been set in stone by the staff and to that which has been further set in stone for the show Supernatural. If I do not adhere, I will willingly be hunted down by the staff and turned into supernatural fodder and let my soul be cast to the depths of hell. So it shall be.
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[Ezekiel]

As soon as you switch the Human to the group instead and have the prophet as the species I will look at it again. It looks really thorough and funny. I love it. But we got to keep ourselves straight on info though. So just do the whole switch-a-roo and I probably will accept it XD.

[Brodie Ariel Cameron]

DOne.

[Ezekiel]

NICE APP! GREAT JOB!