Brian CampbellCartesian
Les recoins des lèvres de Brian tremblaient un peu pendant qu'il regardait les réactions. Certaines des réactions n'étaient pas autant qu'il l'espérait ce qui était dommage, elles s'y habituaient. Il devrait simplement travailler plus dur la prochaine fois. S'il avait de la chance, personne ne dirait quoi que ce soit et alors il pourrait le porter pour travailler aussi. Ses lèvres se déchiraient comme il l'imaginait. Il attend avec impatience les résultats.
Bonjour Bry. Comment avez-vous dormi?"
Il a simplement offert un grognement endormi comme réponse.
"Bonjour, Brian. C'est bon de te voir debout et bien décorée.
Pour la fille, il a offert un murmure tout aussi endormi. On pourrait dire qu'il était partial. On ne se tromperait pas.
Ses narines s'évanouissaient alors que l'odeur de la délicieuse nourriture se balançait dans son visage d'une assiette devant lui. Après quelques minutes, il a décidé d'attendre assez longtemps, d'ouvrir les yeux et de cligner des yeux. Il a cherché un peu autour de lui et a ensuite commencé à manger.
Il avait travaillé à travers la plupart du bacon et était à mi-chemin d'un morceau de toast quand Darius a commencé à demander des spars. Il envoya son regard vers le ciel. Des marteaux.
Puis Connor s'est empressé de monter et a même demandé que Darius sorte. Il a gelé avec un morceau de toast qui sortait de sa bouche et le regardait. Il y a eu une pause enceinte avant qu'il envoie un autre regard envoûtant vers les appartements ci-dessus.
Les nouveaux. Des chiots survêtus, beaucoup d'entre eux.
On dirait qu'il a dû mettre sa fumée habituelle après le petit déjeuner en pause. Il s'étira et roula un peu les épaules et continua son repas avec une légère lueur dans l'œil. Il a mangé quelques minutes avant de s'essuyer la bouche avec une serviette. Il a poussé son assiette sur le côté et a niché sa tête dans ses bras. Il a commencé son farseing et a attendu patiemment.
Il connaissait très bien la salle d'entraînement, donc c'était plus clair que d'habitude. Bien sûr, le point de vue le plus clair pour lui était sa chambre ici à la base, mais la salle d'entraînement n'était pas trop mal non plus. Il regardait patiemment pour que l'espar commence. Si Darius acceptait l'offre du nouveau, le nouveau ne serait pas là longtemps.
C'était encore quelques minutes avant qu'il ne regarde les portes de la salle d'entraînement s'ouvrir. Il a aiguisé son accent sur les deux quand ils se sont positionnés pour le spar.
Le corps de Brian était tendu comme un arc-en-ciel comme il le regardait. Sa farce était floue, et il détestait cela en ce moment. Il pouvait dire qu'il y avait eu plusieurs appels rapprochés là-bas. Darius se retenait, mais il était difficile de lutter contre les inexpérimentés. Ils avaient tendance à faire des choses inattendues qui pouvaient faire tourner les choses vers le pire.
Il a respiré profondément, et a respiré, relaxant de force ses muscles pendant qu'il attendait. Sa concentration s'est aiguisée alors que Darius allait à l'offensive. Les yeux de Brian se sont ouverts et il s'est tiré sur les pieds quand Darius a touché le sol.
Il s'est forcé à se calmer et a fermé les yeux. Il lui a fallu plusieurs longs moments pour retrouver une expression tranquille.
Il activa de nouveau son farseeing juste à temps pour voir Darius sauter.
"Faites chier! Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Bon sang, les nouveau-nés cocky! C'est de la maudite maudite marmotte!"
Brian s'est téléporté dans la section d'écoute de la salle d'entraînement. Sans une ligne de vue claire, il serait risqué de se téléporter au milieu du combat. Il lui a fallu une seconde pour se réorienter et, à ce moment-là, l'épée de Connor s'est cassée.
L'expression de Brian s'est tordue et son estomac est tombé. Ses yeux suivaient l'arc du bras de Connor alors qu'il naviguait dans les airs. Dans de simples battements de cœur, Brian a arraché la trousse de premiers soins, concentrée et téléportée à Connor.
Ses yeux scannaient la situation. L'hémorragie était mauvaise. Il a ouvert le kit de premiers soins et a récupéré des cisailles médicales et un Tourniquet d'action de combat. Avec les cisailles, il a ouvert la chemise de Connor du col au bas sous son bras. Rapidement, il a enroulé le tourniquet sur la souche du bras de Connor, a serré la sangle, a tordu le ventlas, et l'a verrouillé en place.
Name: Brian Campbell
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10" | 178cm
Weight: 165 lbs. | 75kg
Class: Orange Cartesian
Appearance: Brian Campbell has brown hair and brown eyes. He looks a little older than he is. He's a slim and athletic. He walks with a somewhat slumped posture making him seem shorter, passive, and less athletic than he is. When he's geared up, or especially alert, his posture changes to a more military posture with his back straight, shoulders back and his chin high.
He has a tendency to wear warmer neutral colors. He prefers clothing that is comfortable and easy to move in. He favors pants over shorts.
His Knight Gear, to his chagrin, includes a long cape. It's a nice orange that fades to a pale yellow, but still, it's an extra length of fabric to be grabbed or trip over. However, he greatly appreciates the face mask portion of his outfit. It is an extra layer to protect his identity, and the material it is made of can stop a knife blade by a regular human without sacrificing flexibility.
Metal spaulders protect his shoulders, and a red heavy leather breastplate protects his chest with an extra layer of protection over his heart. His arms are protected by bracers and his shins are protected with leather greaves and his feet with solleret. A bit of armor over his thighs help protect his legs and are held in place with belts. His hands are protected by gloves.
A leather belt crosses from the right shoulder to his waist. It holds up a belt that holds a dagger and a short blade and another belt that holds a bunch of small throwing knives and darts. By his armor, it's clear he's more built for agility and speed rather than charging forward and tanking it.
   
Personality: If people were asked to describe Brian, perhaps they might call him laid back, or lazy. Brian lives life at his own pace. He's usually pretty laid back and relaxed. He stays out of trouble and he's pretty low key. He normally seems a bit unreliable and just goes with the flow most of the time.
He's adaptable, and is surprisingly reliable in a pinch. When fighting, his lazy demeanor changes. He might still talk lazily at the beginning, but he usually wants to finish things as fast as possible. The difference between him geared up and in battle and his usual behavior also helps to hide who he is.
He is actually surprisingly stubborn in some areas. One such area, is money. He's not quite a penny pincher, but he definitely has a thing about getting paid and earning money.
History: Brian was raised in an average middle class family. There was nothing particularly attention grabbing about his life. He had a little sister named Kayla. She was five years younger than him and he enjoyed spoiling her. His parents were caring and a little hands off, preferring to let him get into trouble and try to resolve it himself until he went to them for help. He was raised to be independent, but always knew there was a safety net ready to catch him if he just said the words.
All his life he always had a small group of friends. Brian himself was the type to simply wander around on the periphery of other groups. There was nothing that really stuck out about him or his group of friends. As far as the pecking order went, they were pretty much in the middle, and mostly ignored. Such a situation suited Brian just fine.
He had no aspirations to be popular or famous. He lacked the ambition for it. When asked what he wanted to do in the future, his answers were always vague. Life was comfortable, and he strolled through it.
His little sister was sporty, always energetic, and full of a cheerful exuberance. She adored soccer, and joined a soccer team in middle school. She was eleven when the car accident happened. Kayla was hospitalized, and her knee and her hip were badly injured. From what the doctors told them, Kayla would probably never play soccer again, even with knee replacement surgery.
Brian did his best to go about life as normal, but well, that wasn't possible. Hugging Kayla as she cried hurt. Watching her struggle to pretend to be as cheerful as she had been before hurt worse.
Brian and his parents got into a lot of arguments during this period of time. Never did they argue in front of Kayla.
Knee replacement surgery was expensive, their parents couldn't afford it. The hospital bills had already done a number on their finances. Brian had a college fund, but his parents insisted they weren't going to touch it. They insisted he had to go to college, insisted he needed a degree. Brian disagreed.
He could work part time. He could find some other jobs. They could use his college funds to finish paying for the medical bills. The leftovers could be put towards knee replacement surgery. He'd save up and try college out later.
Brian spent a lot of effort researching in order to better argue his points. His parents wouldn't hear anything of it, and Brian... well, Brian sorely regretted not applying himself more to school. A partial scholarship seemed unlikely, a full scholarship seemed like a pipe dream.
The tension rose in the family, and everyone noticed it. Even Kayla, so they did their best to reign it in and argued only when Kayla wasn't home or when she was asleep.
Brian's parents started putting in more overtime, and Brian picked up another part time job. In the end, Kayla was left alone most of the time if she was at home, so she started hanging out at her friend's house.
Brian was approached by an orange glowing tennis ball. It offered him a "job" or so it said. He'd get a stipend, and could work part time too. He'd have to leave his family, but there'd be money. He was a senior, he could tell them he'd found a college in New York that was willing to offer him a partial scholarship. In fact, it was even possible with the stipend that he really could go to college.
All he had to do, was participate in a little test.
If he performed well, perhaps something could be done about his sister's situation. She might be able to play soccer again. He could go to college and his parents would be relieved. After college, he'd be gainfully employed by a company related to the organization the talking tennis ball worked for.
It was dangerous work, the thing said. He might even die. However, there'd be compensation for his family in one way or another. At the very least, it was an opportunity to mend his situation.
It was a suspicious offer from a talking tennis ball.
Then again, Brian didn't really have any plans for the future. If this ended up terribly, and he was made to disappear...? Well, that would be the end of the college fund argument. If the talking tennis ball was telling the truth? Then this was an opportunity too good to pass up.
He accepted the offer.
Notes:
He smokes. He first picked up smoking after a nasty outing with the knights in which he saw a lot of people get maimed and/or killed.
His sister was healed little by little over a long period of time by an Asclepian named Laura Tilney and can now play soccer again.
Brian is actually pretty loyal to the order due to the order healing his little sister.