-Wow another Wonderland Project XD- *press space* Name: Brandon "Bree" Larson Gender: Male Height: 5'4 Weight: 120 Age: around 30 Physical attributes: Silver dyed hair, Slightly pale skin, Under mask has brown eyes and guotie (will draw later), in shape but not strong Backstory: (age: 10) Bree sat in the torn up kitchen chair, picking at the grotesque mound called food in front of him. "Brandon, eat." a grainy voice hovered from across the table. His fork clanked against the plate as he let go, slightly exhaling. "I'm not hungry," he declared, interweaving his arms over his chest. "Did something happen at school?" His father asked. Bree grumbled, looking the man aged by his job. "What do you think!" Bree remarked, throwing himself out of his seat, marching off to his room. His father sighed, letting his fork settle onto his plate, before his gaze drifted out the window... A small knock came from the wooden door blocking Bree's room from the rest of the house. "What." Bree called, the hot tears still sliding down his cheeks. The knob jittered before turning, his father slowly letting himself in. "Hey, kiddo..." his father softly spoke. Bree shifted his weight to look his dads direction. His father made his way across the room, gently lowering himself onto the bed besides his offspring. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. The boy shook his head, using his sleeve to mop the tears. "Alright..." he drifted, thinking a little before turning to the boy, "Why don't we take a drive, ey?" He grinned, his normally dull eyes lighting up in excitement. Bree rarely saw his father like this, but it made him feel so much better. The boy smiled, giving a small nod. His father smiled, stroking the boys head before standing. Bree collected his purple hoodie, sliding it on along with a ball cap. He trailed after his father like a duckling to a rustic red truck parked in the garage. His dad grabbed the keys, making his way over to the drivers door. "Hey dad, where are we gonna go?" Bree tilted his head. His father grinned like a Cheshire cat, before opening the driver door and plopping down into the leather seat. Bree did the same, but his father never answered the question as the truck revved to life. Bree cocked his head, still curious about the mystery destination. The drive took about half an hour. Bree kept asking his dad where they were going, but his father never told him. He only smiled, sometimes saying "You'll see" or nothing at all. Bree looked out the window, watching the grass whizz by. The truck started to turn, catching Bree's attention, causing him to study the terrain harder. He squinted into the dark, making out a few dark masses, recognizing the wall of trees surrounding them. "The fair grounds?" he turned to his dad. The fair was only here one month of the year, and the rest it remained untouched. It had been here last month, so the grass was pretty short. "Come on, sport." his dad cheered, stopping the car and flinging his door open. Bree did the same, the cool air of the night slapping his face. He followed his father, who continued walking further into the fair ground. He stopped, Bree nearly bumping into him. His father turned to his boy, his eyes now soft and warm. He still had his smile, and gently said "Look up." Bree did as his father suggested, and Bree's jaw dropped. The stars where shinning like thousands of torches, flickering as in to say hello. The background was a deep purple, and blue. A light blue ribbon flowed across the sky like milk. And the moon...was absolutely gorgeous. He had never seen anything like this before, as the lights from the small town covered the stars by their own light. They stayed their for hours, his father told him stories of when he was a kid, and his father took him here. Bree didn't even mind the misquotes, the bond he was forming with his dad, the stars, it outweighed that. His father looked at the watch wrapped around his wrist. "Alright kiddo, we need to get going. You got school and I got work." Bree groaned, but headed back to the truck. His father followed, turning the keys in the ignition. Bree shut his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to the moon.... The truck swerved, before the sound of metal bending and breaking filled Bree's ears. ------------------------------------------------------ Alright so! said they only attack at night, I had the idea that the reason is, is because a) he's small and b) he's leg was damaged during a crash, meaning he isn't the best with physical combat and keeping up with Alice's on the run. He often request help from other assassins' if one does run, however, and often tells them he will gift them half the pay. I'm sorry if the writing isn't the best, it's late and im tired =w= Design: Writing/art: me! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I love him to much help!
