Basil

Basil Brooks Fullname: Basil (Vasiliy) Brooks Apparent Age: Late-Twenties Height: 5’8” Build: Slender Hair: Black with a white streak. Eyes: Light gray Heritage: Russian Playlist: "The Devil You Know" by Blue Saraceno https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQxkiVm-6YM Roleplay Hooks Hedonist – This is a nice way of saying that Basil is a slut and a partier. He likes sensation, will try almost anything once, and will flirt with everyone. Therapist – His day job is as a therapist, seeing his patients through teleconference video calls from his apartment. Goth – This is pretty obvious given his appearance. Yet Basil is only in it for the aesthetic, not the oftentimes somber, nihilistic philosophy. Hockey Fan – He’s from Michigan, so obviously LET’S GO RED WINGS! Peek Behind The Curtain Leave closed if you would rather discover these things IC. "Basil Brooks, Cliath Children of Gaia, Wave-On-Shore, Galliard, formerly Sept of the Shining Island." Human Name: Basil Brooks Rite Name: Wave-On-Shore Moon: Galliard Tribe: Children of Gaia Camp: Servant of the Unicorn Homid: Crinos: Lupus: Background: The son of a Russian Black Fury and a human man, Basil’s early life was one of abandonment, neglect, and travail in an orphanage in St. Petersburg. Adopted by an American couple in Michigan, he was found to be too difficult and was disowned and committed to an institution. He would have languished there if he wasn’t found and rescued by a local Children of Gaia pack. There he flourished, experienced his first change, and was accepted. He’s decided to try and help people who hurt like he used to, and is a therapist. While he is Nonbinary, he uses He/Him pronouns to avoid causing conflict with any local Black Fury tribe members, who will notice the family resemblance and may take issue with his identity. Modest Gallery Giving Looks Weaknesses: Handsome Men Beautiful Women Gorgeous people who fit in neither category Snacks Profession: Therapist Orientation / Identity: Pansexual / Nonbinary Pronouns: He/Him Came from: Michigan Alts Argent Contacts Ravyn Grayson Weston Eliott Julian Paige Spencer Katy

THE EGREGIOUSLY LARGE GALLERY THIRST TRAPS. Really dressing it up with the little sheer blouse beneath the body harness. Just being a goth ho, off to Fetish Night at Club Dante’s. An intellectual. Just rubbing his own blood all over his chest. Like one does. I swear it’s his blood, don’t be weird about it. Show off those ribs, you slut. He’s a hyooooor. After Garou therapy sessions. This one’s like… beach bum the crow. So moody. Bisexually moody. SLUUUUUUUUUT Ravyn almost assuredly dressed him up this way. Still his own blood, stop calling the police it’s fine. Oh look more sluttery. When you go to the movies but want to be an asshole and pull focus. Not everyone wants him rolling in everywhere, so they erected bars, and he is sad. “This can’t take longer than my lunch break, okay?” Even more academics. Being creepy with wine. BASIL’S APARTMENT. Living Room Kitchen Home Office Bedroom Bathroom GENERAL GALLERY. A dapper gentleman. A dandy. Protip – if you don’t want to fuck him, don’t punch him in the mouth. He’ll get the wrong idea. One of his standard outfits. Curling iron set to stun. Summertime Goth. Vasiliy. What Basil sees in reflective surfaces when he’s feeling a strong emotion. Sometimes he has to listen, sometimes he can tune it out. A candid from a party. Hims in hims Pajamas. Sometimes he wears the suit. Sometimes it wears him. “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” Also, wearing the rowan wood Unicorn charm that Weston made him! Confused by how small a teacup is. Even at the beach he has to cover up to prevent sunburn. TEMU Freddie Mercury. “Hey baby I heard it’s…” *hair swoosh* “…Goth night.” Hungover. Basil serving looks at the local target. “I can’t find the light switch and I’m surly about it.” Just being a slut in the dark. You know when you frenzy at the haunted hay ride, and people are like “calm down, man”, but it’s spooky season and you’re goth and you just heard “This is Halloween” for the first time that year and couldn’t handle your joy anymore? Michigan has snow. And goths. Dapper as AF. If you have a sensitive nose and need to deal with a smelly locale, smear some mint toothpaste inside a facemask and do your best. Works for the morgue. “I’m sorry. That’s Mr. Cunt to you.” Cosplaying Antonio Banderas’ Armand. After a long day of making bad choices. He got a sexy text, hyperfocused on it, and missed his train. Again. He’s still mad about that train. On his way to the club. LIKE DUDE IT’S SO BIG. DO THE BONES TASTE LIKE BONES? I’M NOT YELLING YOU’RE YELLING. I DON’T THINK THIS EDIBLE’S KICKED IN YET. WHAT IS A MAN BUT A MISERABLE PILE OF SECRETS? He should not wear this out and about. Why yes, they do make corsets for men. Hockey Fans come in all forms. Raiding Lestat’s closet again. A punk outfit, for when he’s feeling goth adjacent. Trad Goth Heaux Girl you aren’t going to the gym in those pants. You’re trying to get felt up in those pants, stop lying. More Antonio Banderas Armand cosplay. “An anemic Edwardian child with lead poisoning and a poor attitude.” This is a great outfit for hiding huge bite marks. Going to visit Paige at the museum. He is now an anemic Edwardian man, pining at the seaside for some hint of where he even is. Seriously he climbed on the wrong bus and now there’s the ocean and he’s quietly panicking. A good go to outfit for Dantes. More of his standard attire. Oh look, it’s his neck. Do stuff to it. The outfit for after stuff is done to Basil’s neck. He’s in the city and is confused. Bad lighting OOTD. He is serving mother. He smokes on occasion. Probably clove cigarettes.