Basil

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. Russian – He was born and raised in Russia until the age of ten, and speaks Russian fluently. 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! Playlist Eros and Apollo by Studio Killers Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious There's a boy who is so wonderful That girls who see him cannot find back home And the gigolos run like spiders when he comes 'Cause he is Eros and he's Apollo Girls, with a boy like that it's serious Senoritas, don't follow him Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals Sweet Lolitas, don't go You're still young But every night they fall like dominoes How he does it, only heaven knows All the other men turn gay wherever he goes Wow! Girls, with a boy like that it's serious Senoritas, don't follow him Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals Sweet Lolitas, don't go You're still young Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious Senoritas, don't go Please don't go Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals Sweet Lolitas, don't go You're still young Sweet Lolitas, don't go You're still young Still young, still young, still young Still young, still young, still young Still young The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience Yesterday I heard you say Your lust for life has gone away It got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way And that's sad (that's sad) That's sad So let's make a decision, start a new religion Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love Orgiastic dances, nymphs in trances Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus We could take a Holiday in the month of May Run free and play in fields of flowers Pass the hours, making love is how we'll pray Or start a secret society for the wild and free Our ideology is "You can do what you want Too much is never enough" We are the Life, we are the light We are the envy of the gods above I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus Run, run, run away Just take my hand and we'll abandon this world We'll wash those tears away You're young and beautiful, and I'll love you always We got no time for pain When it's just you and me in ecstasy What is with the world today The wicked games that people play The wars, the greed they waste away Yeah, it's sad (it's sad) It's sad So let's spread the word across the land Yeah, one by one, baby hand in hand We got a mission of hope We got a message of love Soon everybody, everywhere will be the envy of the gods above I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous (run, run, run away) And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus My Dark Disquiet by Poets of the Fall Night, the world, it's mine With nobody else out here It's time, run wild And royally cavalier To burn, ignite I'd do it for so much less When all is made clear There is nothing else And here we stand, the sweet Arresting duality And I come to It's resin all over me Will I awake Will I get a ride with you In this race of two We're an endless stream of choices We're the softest murmur of voices Without names we're fantasising Dancing like flames, mesmerising My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies Making waves and diving under Lightning to the sound of thunder My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies So white, so still, so bright It's almost too painful now I'm ready to fight To run from the light And here now comes the sweet Corrupting reality While now I'm free Will I once cease to be Will I awake Will I get a ride with you In this race of two We are momentary masters We're false kings and bastards Without names we're fantasising Dancing like flames, mesmerising My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies Making waves and diving under Lightning to the sound of thunder My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies We are marionettes by strings animated Yet like lovers of strings liberated We are marionettes by strings animated Yet like lovers of strings liberated (Without names we're fantasising) Without names we're fantasising Dancing like flames, mesmerising My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies Making waves and diving under Lightning to the sound of thunder My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies Brothers by blood separated Marionettes animated Lovers of strings liberated Brothers by blood separated Marionettes animated Lovers of strings liberated Concrete Jungle by Bad Omens Can you see yourself Through the bruises when the makeup melts? In the dark when all the powers out? Everybody talks and gets around When the money talks Do you think it gets the point across? It's a burning coal you're walking on And in a second, all the pain is gone I said, "It's enough" I begged and I ran in circles I climbed to the sun And fell in a concrete jungle I said, "It's done" You never know if you'll get what you wish for I climbed to the sun And I fell I fell, in a concrete jungle The coyotes cry And the sirens pass and harmonize Fires starting every day and night Burn around us while we're trapped inside Wouldn't it be nice To play the game without a crooked die In a world where you don't have to hide? You don't have to live in a disguise I said, "It's enough" I begged and I ran in circles I climbed to the sun And fell in a concrete jungle I said, "It's done" You never know if you'll get what you wish for I climbed to the sun And I fell I fell, in a concrete jungle And I'm the fucking king I want things that money can't buy The price is pain to make this right And I could buy a thousand lives So you can try to kill me, but I can't fucking die Die I said it's enough I begged and I ran in circles I climbed to the sun And fell in a concrete jungle I said it's done You never know if you'll get what you wish for I climbed to the sun And I fell I fell, in a concrete jungle In a concrete jungle And I'm the fucking king К чёрту любовь (To Hell With Love) by Loboda Я с закрытыми глазами, (My eyes closed,) прямо в пропасть между нами (I fall into the abyss between us.) И покорно вниз до дна, (And obediently fall to bottom;) в чём, скажи, моя вина? (Tell me, what am I guilty of?) Кто же мы теперь друг другу? (Who are we to each other now?) Ложь, звонки и всё по кругу (Lies, phone calls, and then it starts again.) Притворяюсь будто я, больше не люблю тебя. (And I pretend as if I don't love you.) Не люблю... (Don't love you...) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё понимаю, но я опять впускаю тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.) Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!) Полночь, кофе, сигареты - (Midnight, coffee, cigarettes - ) Я не знаю с кем ты, где ты (I don't know with whom and where you are.) Ранит и сбивает с ног, (Jealousy wounds me and throws me down,) ревность как электрошок (like an electric shock.) Сердце может возвращаю, (Maybe I'm giving back your heart) не могу ходить по краю (I can't walk on the edge.) Как же мне тебя забыть? (How can I forget you now?) Взять, стереть и разлюбить? (How can I take you, erase you, and stop loving you?) Разлюбить... (Stop loving you...) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё понимаю, но я опять влюбляюсь в тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.) Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!) Ты держись (stay strong.) Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!) Просто вышло так Не важно с кем ты, где ты, как! (It just so happened that I don't know how, with who, or where you are!) И сколько, поцелуев на твоих губах (And how many kisses are on your lips...) Сколько же ночей с ума сходила в темноте (For so many dark nights I was going crazy over you) Но а теперь я говорю тебе (But today I'm telling you) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё понимаю, но я опять впускаю тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!) А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.) Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!) Раз пришёл! Раз пришёл... (Since you came! Since you came...) Contacts * Ravyn * Grayson * Weston * Eliott * Julian * Paige * Katy * Kestrel * Skarn Fullname:Basil (Vasiliy) Brooks Apparent Age: Late-Twenties Height: 5’8” Build: Slender Hair: Black with a white streak. Eyes: Light gray Heritage: Russian Weaknesses: Handsome Men, Beautiful Women, Gorgeous people who fit in neither category, Snacks Profession: Therapist Orientation: Pansexual Identity: Nonbinary Pronouns: He/Him Came from: Michigan My Alts Astaroth

Peek Behind The Curtain Leave closed if you would rather discover these things IC. Background Basil's Black Fury mom, living in a pack on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, got pregnant with a human who didn’t stay in the picture. When Basil was born he was rejected from the Black Furies for being male, and he was dumped in a Russian orphanage, under the name “Vasiliy”, and there he experienced neglect and other forms of abuse. A religious conservative couple from Michigan adopted him out of charity (though really to look good to the rest of their parish), but he was a nightmare due to trauma and the behavioral issues stemming from it. His foster parents thought physical correction, isolation, prayer, and fasting would tame him, but it didn’t. He was consigned to a facility for disabled children and they disowned him at the age of ten. Luckily his kin-fetch found a kind soul in a pack local to the facility he was kept in, and he was scooped up and adopted by a member of the local great lakes Children of Gaia pack, and there he was given the name Basil Brooks. When treated with love he flourished, and learning about who and what he really was helped him to find control, both physically and mentally. Unlike his packmates growing up, Basil worked hard to keep strict control of his rage and the transformations of his body. That way he could keep the litany no matter how upset and, as it happens, keep his other personality, Vasiliy the Protector, asleep and untroubled. Homeschooled through middle school, Basil went back to a public high school because he had his rage under control by then. He excelled and made friends, loved learning, and was fluent in English by then. Basil went to community college in Lansing and got an associate’s degree in psychology, then went on to get his bachelor’s and master’s in it as well, on scholarship. He decided to be a counselor, for humans and other Garou. For the latter he focuses on dealing with the ravages of Harano, with rage control, with Herd assimilation, the challenges of city living, and encouraging diplomatic relationships between tribes within cities. He is pansexual and nonbinary, the latter something he at this point finds quite amusing, given his Black Fury history. Despite this identity, he only uses he/him pronouns so as not to draw any ire from local Black Furies who may have rather old fashioned views on the matter and sense him as being one of their cast-off cubs, as he looks the part to a ridiculous degree. Vasiliy, his protector personality, is at his core a male Black Fury, with all of the black and white, merciless thinking and outlook of his forebears. At this stage in Basil’s emotional and mental development, and with the assistance of a strong Rx of mood stabilizers, he is able to have mental “chats” with Vasiliy, and even sometimes uses his own reflection in a mirror or reflective surface to facilitate the conference. Sphere "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 (Black Fury by birth) Camp: Servant of the Unicorn Vasiliy Basil (Vasiliy) Brooks is a system that has DID / Multiple Personality Disorder. His two alters are Basil and Vasiliy. Basil is the kind and compassionate aspect, and Vasiliy is the aspect that protects them from harm, and has the same worldview (for the most part) as any Black Fury. Vasiliy resulted from years of trauma and abuse suffered as a child in Russia and then with his foster parents in the United States. Basil was able to take primary control, with Vasiliy's consent, once they were adopted into the Children of Gaia pack and finally felt safe enough. As they have lived and settled into their new life in LA, Basil and Vasiliy are getting along much better and are rarely at odds with each other anymore. Only Fans Under Contruction! Modest Gallery