Brandt, Lorin E. | Holding Cell

Brandt, Lorin E. Oct 15, 2012 20:28:04 GMT -5

Post by lorin elias brandt on Oct 15, 2012 20:28:04 GMT -5

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[/b] Lorin Elias Brandt
RESPOND TO: Lor
AGE: seventeen
BIRTHDATE: April 19, 1995
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: bisexual
WARD: mental
DIAGNOSIS: psychometry
CLAIMS TO BE: Ezra Miller
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[/b] For the most part, Lorin is a pretty laid back individual. He's somewhat introverted but is still friendly enough to handle himself pretty well in social situations. He doesn't have much tolerance for bone-headed stupidity, however. He's rather intelligent; not anywhere near genius level, but smart enough for his tongue to run away with him when he starts feeling intellectually superior. This gives him quite the juxtaposition in his personality. On the one hand: friendly and quiet, on the other: impatient and snarky. Happily, Lorin's self control has been improving as verbally poking at others has gotten him into the kinds of situations he has absolutely no chance of winning. He hopes to avoid them more in the future.

REACTIONS: Lorin's birth was not an easy one. His mother, Ysandra, went into labor weeks early and suffered severe complications. In the end, she died and her newborn child was facing an unclear rate of survival with severely weakened lungs and unseeing eyes. He lived, but it was a long time before he was strong enough to leave the hospital.

Growing up, Lorin was fairly secluded. His father was quite overprotective, afraid of losing his son as well as his beloved wife. Until the age of 12 Lorin was tutored exclusively at home and given every possible assistance he might, possibly require or even just want. Although grateful, he felt more than a little smothered by it all.

When Lorin was 12, two life changing events occurred. The first, was his father meeting Lisbet, a woman who just might make her way into his heart. The second was his father's job going under. With Lisbet's help, the Lorin and his father managed to keep their proverbial feet under them as well as get Lorin enrolled in a school of gifted blind kids. It was less expensive than all the private tutoring but still specialized enough to satisfy Emmett's desires for his son. Through that year, Lisbet became more and more a part of the family to the point where Lorin began to think of her as a real mother figure.

About a year from Lisbet moving in, things really started to look up. Emmett found a new job and Lorin was doing well at his school. Another year down the line and it looked like a marriage was imminent. And it was. Shortly after the wedding things became rocky at school. Lorin took exception to a new teacher. Specifically, the fact that the teacher was loudly and aggressively conservatively christian and disliked students with opinions. It all came to a head when the teacher made an offhand comment on the genetic inferiority of the large chuck of humanity that was not straight, white males. Lorin, quite fed up with such comments, tableflipped his desk and went on a bit of a tirade. It ultimately ended in his expulsion.

Four long, isolated years later a letter came from Chaspel Heights and off Lorin was shipped.
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• Emmett Michael Brandt - father
• Ysandra Elizabeth Brandt – mother, deceased
• Lisbet Marie Sanford-Brandt – step-mother

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"This is why you have me around, hm?" Arlyn asked dryly, raising his eyebrows archly. "And here I thought we we're friends, James," he added, adopting a melodramatic wounded look and touching a hand to his chest. Sometimes living with a drama queen provided such excellent inspiration. "I'm wounded, truly." He was laying it on awfully thick, he knew, but that was the fun of it.

Grinning, he dropped the act and returned to his previous position; chin on fist. James, Arlyn had decided years ago, helped keep him sane. Without him it was far too easy to take life life in general far, far too seriously and think himself into an early grave. "But no," he said, eyeing James's paper sidelong, "I write half truths. You turn half truths into complete, and utter, bollocks." He smirked. "And that's why my papers always score higher than yours. Well, one of the reasons," he added after a moment's consideration.

When James closed his book Arlyn gave him a flatly unamused look. The appeal to his inner sportsman was completely ineffective and all it gained James was a sharp crack to his knuckles from Arlyn's wand. "My dear, James, you should know better by now. You get to play after work completion." Arlyn twirled his wand and put it away with a flourish. "I have learned that you work best with the expectation of a reward. So." He reached for James's book to reopen it. "How about we get out papers done and then have fun flying times, hmm?"

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