Full Name: Brooklyn Miller Jones Such a normal name.
Nicknames: Brook, or Brookie Brookie is more a family nickname...yeah
Age: 17 The best age!
Hometown: Orange County, Florida This place is amazing!
Ethnicity White
Sexuality: Heterosexual Its always gonna be guys....ALWYAS!
Coven: Puck Im SUPER positive.
Specialty: Healing A super nurse!
Abilities: Speed, sonic scream, and healing. I rarely use my sonic scream
Familiar My animal is a male fox. He has an dark orange and a light brown coat. He has orange ears with a black top. His name is Flame. He loves to sleep and play around like an actual pet, but he is trustworthy when it comes to serious business. He is friendly to others, but will get defensive when he feels that I am threatened. The best fox to have
Personality: I love to be daring. Not like truth or dare type, but a life or death situation. I am fun to be around and its so easy to make me your friend. I also give everything to you straight, never have I been a sugar-coater. I am also very intelligent despite my daring efforts in almost killing herself. There are times when I can be calm and collected which usually happens in the classroom, but everywhere else is when my wild side it set free. I don't take crap from people especially when you barely know me.
Likes: Boys, Chocolate, Music, Adventures, Reading, Outdoors, the Sun, and Flame
Dislikes: Sour things, Being bored, Indoors, Dark days, Jerks, Writing
History:(Current age:0-9) I was born into a awesome family. My Mom and dad were happily married. I got along with my brother Eric and my sister Tammi perfectly. But when my dad died in an car accident everything went from happy and cheerful to doom and gloom. My mom was always mopping and sobbing and being lazy. Arguments rang throughout the house like church bells. I had an argument with my mother and fire started to cover her body like a winter coat and I screamed so loud because I was scared, and anything made of glass broke, which was when life got super complicated. My mother came to her senses and finally told me that I had Magick. She pulled me outside to the downstairs chamber -which Eric told me where he hid bodies- and gave me a cage. A cage in which the most beautiful fox was sitting their and staring at me with deep blue eyes. Automatically I named him Flame because it was the day I covered the guest room in flames. Days went by and Eric and Tammi accepted me with open arms and we patched up the relationship like a hole in jeans. I have been keeping what I am a secret hoping I wouldn't be canceled out in society. Everyday I would practice my power, learning more and more about them with Flame by my side. Some things, you have to know about me.
(Current age:10-13)I grew more fascinated with my power everyday. Especially the day I went to the beach with my siblings and found out that I could heal. Tammi and I where on the hunt for crabs and when we found one, it snapped tight on Tammi's hand. Of course she screamed out in pain. Quickly, I yanked the crab off of her and threw it somewhere else, not caring where it landed. I grabbed Tammi's now bleeding/swollen hand and brought her to the shore to splash water on it. As I splashed it with water, the wound started to heal and skin grows over the mark the crab made. When I told my mom about it, my mom was super proud. That was around the first time I saw my mother happy every since my dad died. My mother told me that I could use healing for good and become a super nurse. We laughed at the super nurse idea but being good was what I wanted to use my Magick for; for good. Being a hero and good are two separate things I really don't want to get into. It was nice being good, but being a hero was way to much.
(Current age:14-17) I haven't noticed before but my family has gotten way to attached to my abilities. It was like they were happy that I had something I could present to them everyday. I even wondered to myself if me family would still be the same when I was 9 if I never had Magick. It was really disappointing to think about it all the time. Especially when I came home from school and my brother was cooking and set fire to the spaghetti. He even yelled at me to put it out with that "water thingy" I had. It made me feel even more disappointed and I put out the water, a different way though. I grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and dumped it on the burning spaghetti. He scolded me, saying that getting a bucket was a waste of time. It was very upsetting. I talked to grandma about that, the same day and my grandma told me she knew that this day would come and that she gave the fox to my mother because it was too big of a task for a 'old women'(she said). I found out that my grandma was just like me and made me happy knowing I wasn't alone. One day my grandma called again telling me that their was a school for youngsters like me and that made me jump for joy knowing she wasn't the only teen in the world. Its like reading a short story.
Other: I can be stubborn at times, and a bit sensitive. Cant be hurting my feelings.
