[DEREK DANIEL BRECKAH]

Derek Daniel Breckah the basics full name • Derek Daniel Breckah nicknames • Breckah, D age • twenty-two birthday • 9th November occupation • Bouncer/Tattoo artist former university student - mechanics gender • male sexuality • bisexual the appearance face claim• Tyler Hoechlin identifying features• bright blue eyes, a contrast to his dark hair and face full of scruff the personality likes • art - particularly line art/heavy detailed pencil , working with his hands , detective/crime TV shows , soft serve ice cream , running - clears his mind , cars and tinkering with them , doing romantic gestures , reading - not many people catch him with a book though , going for drives and seeing where he ends up , a good burger dislikes • alcohol and drugs - is t-total , boxing , drunk people , films with terrible endings , hospitals , peer pressure , technology - terrible with it , people who are up themselves , meeting new people , his brothers talking back to him/giving smart mouth responses strengths • good boxer , hiding his emotions , art - in particular tattooing , good at seeing through bullshit weaknesses • always runs to his family if they call - struggles to say no to them , mumma's boy (or he was until she died) , falling in love - would give someone the world if he was in love with them , cigarettes - tried to quit once but failed dreams • to meet the right person and fall in love , that his mum would come back; he's aware that isn't possible fears • his father will drink himself to death , his brother's falling off the edge like their father , his past will stop him from being able to let his guard down around the potential love of his life , bees - allergic overall personality • guarded, overly controlled with his emotions, often perceived as grumpy due to his lack of smiling and perpetual frown, bottles up his emotions, hard edged, doesn't take bullshit and is good at seeing through it with other people, calls people on their crap, over-thinker at times, good at juggling things in life, will take on too much and over-burden himself, protective, loyal, would do anything for his family even whilst resenting them for what he might have to do, looks after people if a little reluctantly, has a lot of walls up to protect himself and is quite tough to break through, can seem blunt, dry sense of humour, has a hot temper but does well to hold it in check, underneath it all however he is actually quite sweet, he's caring, he has a soft side for women and finds it hard to say no to them, is quite the romantic and likes to spoil - would do anything and give everything to the right person, generally honest, thoughtful, hard working, resilient, doesn't really like change and struggles to adapt - gets set in his ways. the history father • Shaun Gavin Breckah - 43 - boxing coach, former pro MMA mother • Tracy Breckah - deceased siblings • Keith - 23 Stephen - 20 MAVERICK THOMAS BRECKAH - 19 - horse exerciser at BA Jace Christian Breckah - 17 - student LINCOLN HARVEY BRECKAH - 16 - student Paul - 15 Connor - 14 important people • none hometown • Dublin, Ireland overall history • Born the second child in the Breckah empire, Derek didn't last very long as the youngest child; two years to be exact before he became the middle child, and then suddenly he was the second eldest - and that was where he sat. He didn't resent it, not entirely. He felt a little thrust into role of protective older sibling, of the additional caregiver, and at times he wasn't interested. There were quite a few years between him and the final youngest of his brothers, and at times it was painful, other times bearable. He watched his father break his back to pay for them all, and he always vowed from a young age that he would never put himself into such a situation - having so many mouths to feed, so many bodies to clothe, so many to keep tabs of. His memories of Ireland were spotty at best, though most of them revolved around the absence of his father as he fought to bring home the dollar. Derek idiolised his mother. Being one of the eldest, she doted on him a little, and with his father often out of the home, and the more children that kept popping out, the more he clung to her, making sure she didn't neglect herself when it came to handling all the infants. He preferred to look after his ma, than his siblings, but reluctantly stuck his oar in to do what she needed him to do when he had to. Sorting out breakfast, moderating fights and smacking heads when someone was being an asshole. Derek adjusted when they moved to England - being only young, he hadn't had a chance to make many relations, but he hated their new home. Manchester felt cramped and dingy, Birmingham was better but as Derek grew older, not much better in his mind. It was difficult to settle into life, the family was consistently upheaved by the arrival of another child and then another. The only time Derek felt that he spent with his father was when it came to training. At first, he didn't want to box. It was the reason his father was always gone for long periods of time, the reason he came home covered in cuts and bruises - money troubles aside, Derek didn't like it. His attitude toward it shifted somewhat as he got older, he used boxing as a way of letting out his frustrations and anger, but he never loved it. In all honesty, he hated the sport. But he persisted - for the attention of his father, for the loathing he could put into it. He hated what it did to his brothers, how, when they fought, it was brutal and often bloody thanks to the training of their father. Another move, at 7 years old, Derek's life was ripped away from him once again, but though at first he was frustrated to have to start once again at a new school and make new friends, he preferred the space he got in Hickstead, and as he hit his teenage years he finally started to branch out away from his family. The madness at home. He often felt like he couldn't breath in the house, he felt suffocated, like a weight added to his shoulders every time he stepped in the door. He fell into a group of people that were considered outcasts at school. He didn't particularly make trouble, but they weren't the kind of people you fucked about with. He did his school work, he got the odd detention for being a shit, and he passed most of his classes. With each arrival of his siblings, he did the brotherly thing and looked out for them, using his status and his friends to warn other people off from bullying or taunting. He refused to fight all their battles, but he felt the pressure to live up to what he was meant to do as one of the eldest, to do what his father expected - what his mother asked of him; look out for his family. The spanner in the works came in Jace. Derek tried, he did. He tried to relate to him, tried to look out for him, but the little shit just seemed to throw it back in his face. He would always start with the intention of being decent, and then Jace would just keep pushing and pushing and his patience would evaporate, he'd needle him back or rile him up and make him worse. There was something about him that Derek just couldn't get on with, and he just couldn't help himself. Derek's life changed in an instant when his mother died. He had spent his life making sure she didn't give more than she had to the family, and in one moment she was gone forever. Even with this, his family came before him, and like the good son he was, he let it happen. He bottled up the grief, he bottled up the anger, he hung up the phone call from the hospital - his father too inconsolable to speak to - and he threw away the plate of food that sat waiting for his mother that would never come home. He kept all of it bottled up as he drove to the rest of his family. Keeping it together for them, doing everything for them. He found Link tucked into a corner and he told him it wasn't his fault, he helped his eldest brother make the arrangements for the funeral, he got his father to come home and put on a suit, he made sure everyone ate, he picked up his mother's duties for a short while, he picked up Maverick from the hospital. It was all a strange mix of going through the motions almost numb, but feeling everything simmering and boiling under the surface. After the funeral, he moved out. He dropped out of university where he'd been training to become a mechanic, he scrapped what pittance of pennies he had together and rented out a flat in town. He needed to breath, he needed to be able to be his own person and without his mum there any longer, he felt a little lost. He picked up a job as a bouncer at the local club, along with persuading the tattoo shop in town to take him on. Art had been one of the few things that had kept his brain occupied, everything always went quiet in his head, the roaring silencing when he drew, and the same happened when he tattoo'd. He always pops in to check on his brothers periodically, but tries hard to keep a firm line between how far he'll step in these days. the role player alias • I don't remember age • 150 year old vampire other characters • none, this is totally my first

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