Name: Jason Brant<br/>Nickname: "Boogyman"<br/>Age: 18<br/>Eyes: Black || birthdefect<br/>Hair: Black, shaggy but straight, covers his eyes most days<br/>Race: Shroud Halfbreed || Human Hybrid<br/>Height: 5'9 and thin<br/>Personality: Silent, Mischivious, Reckless, Twisted, good at heart, a natural guardian to those who are victims of his brother's maliciousness<br/>Description: Jason wears a black jacket of leather at all times with a tanktop underneath, His pants are as well black and baggy with two chains that loop into his belt.He wears black and red shoes with a silver scratch on the left shoe. On his wrists are studded bracelets that he never tacks off, they hold together dark colored gause that go from his palm up to his ebow. On his left shoulder is a burn scar from the butt of a cigarette, his arms have various scars of that nature as well, none are from him. He has a stab scar on his back as well. His skin is rather white as well.<br/>Origin of Nickname: His brother keeps asking why don't he join the killings as the Boogyman, make the killings practical. His teachers reffer to this name as of the gambing one from a movie who had a bad sense of humor like Jason.<br/><br/>:+:<br/><br/>Name: James Brant<br/>Nickname: "NightTerror"<br/>Age: 23<br/>Eyes: Auburn Red<br/>Hair: Short, black and brown, curly slightly<br/>Race: Shroud Fullbreed<br/>Height: 6'3<br/>Personality: Clinically/Criminally insane, mallicious, sadistic, greedy, easily pissed off, never kind, hates pets<br/>Description: James, the diabolical older brother to Jason is a pure breed so his skin is not as pale as Jason's, his is a bit darker and has a hue of red in it near the eyes. His clothes vary in dark colors but he consitantly wears a long leather coat of dark red, t-shirt, jeans, gloves, boots, and a scarf that is constantly wrapped around his neck and lower half of his face. He never leaves the house in the day time - always at night.<br/>Origin of Nickname: Its actually his killer title to the public. People called him that because of how he did the killings, always making it look like some demon or animal attacked. Like a living NightTerror.<br/><br/><br/><br/>:+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::<br/><br/>Creakign of a chair sounded in the room as a woman rocked back and forth holding her four-year-old son, her eyes closed as she rocked, singing soltly to him till a slam sounded down stairs and she winced. Her husband was home, and she knew he hated seeing her and the boys ut of the attick. Looking to her eight-year-old shemotioned to the door and he locked it. She stood and put ear plugs and muffs over the younger child's ears while she leaned against the door, she never would have married him if he hadn't threatened her all those years ago. She held her oldest close as she heard her husband coming up the stairs with a new female. Crying she held her child as she heard him slap the woman, he abused any woman and only if he paid for them... she was a different thing. She was just a toy to use if no whore was around and it seemed this one was sbeing played with gently, the woman in the hall liked rough play. Soon as the two outside went into a different room the older boy looked to her, "Mommy why does Daddy bring home other mommies?" he said cluelessly. The mother bit herr lip and hugged her child, "Ddaddy- Daddy... doesn't want us...' her son whimpered and hugged his mom. A bang on the door made her son scamper to bed only to watch her open the door and get dragged outside and not seen for two days. For the two nights the two boys huddled close and cried as their mother screamed in pain and cried out for mercy of her drunken husband.<br/><br/>Few years passed and the boys were getting bigger, but one showed signs of deing a "defective child". His eyes were black and he was about to teleport it seemed, this was the youngest child. The eldest hid his traits but protected Jason earning a cut to the throat which nearly took his life. All because he lied. The boys never had christmas really, no halloween, no real good birthdays, not even were allowed to be outside. Their mother as usually locked in a room away from her sons hen the father wanted to use her, both boys knew by the age of 7 what rape and sex was thanks to hiding in whatever they could from their father only to see their mother suffer for it. One day though the motherr wanted to have her sons run away, when she tried her husband came home. Takign hold of the youngest he looked to her and grinned, "Going somewhere bitch?" he gripped the boy's shoulder tighter making him whimper, before stabbing him in the back, "Jason!" the mother screamed as her son fell down crying. James, the oldest clung to his mother and watched as she was ripped from him. The male screamed at her, calling her every name in the book before beatign her senseless, soon killing her. James ran to Jason and dragged him away running only to smack into a man's leg. He later learned the man was a cop who arrested his father for murder and assult of his own children.<br/><br/>Jason and James were put in foster care, which was worse. Jason continued to be bulled by the family, which also earned cigarettes to his skin. This sickened James to the point he snapped one day and used a lit cigarette on the foster father's throat which sent him to the hospital later dying from the shock. Jason lost his brother that day but was reunited with him when he got kicked out of the orphanage, his brother was there and took him back to their first house. In the front yard was a grave stone where James burried their mother's ashes. At the ages of 17 and 13 their father came back to the house. Only to be greated by James, "Hi bastard - live in hell." he siad before smashing him with a shovel. As to where the body of the father went no one knew but all they knew was the father was murdered. Which was the start of the night time killings. Which were occasional...<br/><br/><br/><br/>Laughter rang throughout the school halls as a large crowd encircled a statue of the mascot to the highschool. On it was a silk bra and thong, with a sign saying somethign totally off subject of what the statue had on it; Bleuballs High- Home of the Buttrams. The highscool wasnotorious for pranks like this since the freshman year of Jason Brant. The teachers hated Jason but kept him there since his grades where all A's, the principal was also a factor in this, he loved the humor Jason had. So he said keep him there at Bleu Bell High Home to the Battle Rams. Jason loved jokes and the principal usually assisted him at times. Jason was sittign up in the upper level of the school, looking down at everyone and sighed. That joke was the best one yet. It was homecoming in two weeks, and he was planning on doing more pranks. His black eyes looked everywhere and then closed, vanishing he was soon in the hall walking to his locker when a group of girls spotted him. Squealing they ran trying to catch up with him. He ducked into a classroom and waited till they were long gone and went back on his way. He had no classess in the school, the teachers were afraid to have him in class so he did his work at him and just sat in class drawing, staring, reading books, or reclining at his desk in the far corner that was in the dark. Speaking of which today was the day he was allowed to go into whatever class he wanted. As long as he did homework for the day anyway. Pulling out his bag from his locker he slammed it and went into the nearest classroom, the female teacher tensed seeing him. Grinning he went into the back and sat down. Chuckling softly as he stared at her face. Waiting for fourth period to start.