#ourtownbrenton

[norahxberry-blog]

TEXT // WORK HUBBY

DE: Someone slashed my tires last night, while I was at work.

[vanessamdias]

TEXT || BRENESSA

VANESSA: Brenton, please tell me you are getting this I think we finally have service again.

VANESSA: God, I miss you and I really hope that you are okay. It has been way to long since I have seen you and I miss you and that handsome face of yours!

[norahxberry-blog]

TEXT ; SUNSHINE

DE: Sunshine.

DE: Hellllllllllo.

DE: Yo.

DE: Fuckhead.

DE: Husband.

[ourtown-rp-blog]

[ourtown-rp-blog]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER ➝

NAME ●●● Brenton Cody Murdock

AGE ●●● 25

PRONOUNS ●●● He/Him

BIRTHDAY ●●● 02/29

ORDER ●●● Third (Solo)

FROM ●●● Cotton Plant, Arkansas

SEXUALITY ●●● Bisexual/Biromantic

STUDENT ●●● Doctoral Student, Psychology (PsyD)

FULL TIME JOB ●●● Therapist at Healing Scars

PART TIME JOB ●●● Therapist at Cotton Plant Family Therapy

WRITER ●●● Zeus

↳ A CLOSER LOOK:

{TW: Slight drug mention; marijuana.}

Brenton was always a carefree child, open to helping everyone around him, always with a smile on his face. He was the odd one of the bunch, really, picking up friends in the most unique places, not really caring who someone was, what they had, or what they looked like. He loved bringing joy to other people, and he loved picking people up when they were down. He had a pure heart, one of gold, and a kind and old soul. He never really conformed to gender stereotypes, and was definitely one of those children who would prance around in his mother’s dresses and high heels just for shits and giggles when he was playing. When he wasn’t forced to play inside due to inclement weather, he loved being outside in nature. Picking flowers, soaking up the sunshine, enjoying God’s green Earth. Simply put, Brenton was a free spirit; a flower child.

Brenton was also highly religious as a child. Maybe ‘flower child’ and 'organized religion’ didn’t exactly go hand in hand, but for Brenton it was as clear as air to him, being and doing both as easy as breathing. He wasn’t an old school Christian, and his grandparents would turn their noses up on how he decided to show his faith sometimes – but his faith was ever present. Perhaps one would think someone like Brenton would be Wiccan or another type of Pagan, but it wasn’t so. He remembered going to church with his grandparents from an early age, enjoying the atmosphere of friendly people, singing, prayer. Perhaps if he had come into religion on his own without a guiding hand, he would have chosen differently. But spending time with his grandparents was one of his favorite things, so it was only natural that he adapted to their beliefs.

Brenton didn’t exactly fit into a specific clique in school. He wasn’t a jock – in fact, most forms of exercise were horrid to him. He wasn’t an artist or a writer, and he didn’t particularly care for drama or music, either. While he was smart and had great grades, he wasn’t a nerd and didn’t particularly classify himself as a bookworm. And while he loved making people smile and feel good, he wasn’t the class clown, either. He did, however, enjoy a bit of Mary Jane with his friends almost constantly, but he wasn’t exactly a stoner. He didn’t fit into one group, and that was fine with him. Brenton was a social butterfly, fluttering between groups of people throughout his schooling. He had friends of every type, loving to surround himself with other people and befriend everyone, no matter who they were. He joined many clubs in high school, enjoying broadening his mind and hanging out with everyone.

{TW: Death, heart attack.} When Brenton was sixteen, trauma met his family. Brenton was visiting his grandparents, enjoying the day baking with his Nana and helping his Papa with chores around the house, when the old man suddenly collapsed. An ambulance was called, and he was rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to help – he passed away from a major heart attack, and Brenton’s world was crushed. Sure, Brenton was close to his parents, and he loved his siblings to death – but his Papa? His grandparents were two of the most important people in his life, and losing one of them set Brenton into a downward spiral. He became severely depressed, isolating himself and acting out. He spent most of his time with his Nana, trying to cheer her up even through his own grief. Family and friends helped him through his hard time, but ultimately she was the one who suggested he see a grief counselor, as she was worried about her grandson and the things her daughter was telling her about the boy. Brenton was able to pick himself back up in due time, and returned to his old self, but it is something that will always stick with him.

As Brenton got older, figuring out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life was easy; he wanted to help people… he just didn’t know exactly how to go about that. He was too squeamish around blood to ever think about joining the medical field, and he didn’t believe in violence so the army was out of the question. When his Nana mentioned to him once that he always gave the best advice, that’s when it hit him – he wanted to be a psychologist. So he went to school for psychology, getting his master’s and becoming a therapist, but also deciding he wanted to go the distance and get his doctoral. He wanted to be a licensed psychiatrist so he didn’t have any road blocks when helping people. While he was still in school, he started working as a Personal Care Attendant at Healing Scars, wanting to help the teenagers there even though he didn’t have the schooling under his belt. As soon as he got his Master’s, he became a licensed therapist, but also wanted to help people who weren’t at Healing Scars, people who needed someone to talk to but couldn’t find time in their schedules to see someone during the week. He joined the practice at Cotton Plant Family Therapy, enjoying being able to help anyone who needs it.

Currently, Brenton’s life is busy. He’s always been an overachiever, pushing himself to be the very best human being he can be. But with school during the weekdays, Healing Scars during the weeknights, and weekend therapy at Cotton Plant Family Therapy, he’s getting a little stretched thin. (He does enjoy his Mary Jane when he’s feeling stressed out, though he doesn’t smoke it nearly as much as he did when he was a teenager.) But honestly – Brenton loves where he’s at in life right now. He loves doing things, bettering himself, helping people. He wouldn’t have it any other way. And when he walks across that stage and gets his PsyD in just two more years, he knows it’ll all be worth it in the end.

[ourtown-rp-blog]

Welcome to the game, BRENTON MURDOCK! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Zeus. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪

MAIN ALIAS: Zeus.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

AGE: 25+.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6/10.

WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?

FULL NAME: Brenton Cody Murdock.

PRONOUNS: He/Him.

FACECLAIM: Ansel Elgort.

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 25, February 29th.

ORDER: Third.

TYPE: Solo.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual/Biromantic.

THAT’S WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR ♬

COLLEGE: Arkansas College.

GRADE: Doctoral.

MAJOR/MINOR: Psychology (PsyD).

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆

all should work, whether they’re in school or not.

EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Full time.

WORKPLACE: Healing Scars.

POSITION: Therapist.

HOW LONG?: Two years, started as a Therapist in August. Beforehand, was just a Personal Care Attendant.

ALSO

EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Part time. (By appointment on weekends only.)

WORKPLACE: Cotton Plant Family Therapy.

POSITION: Therapist.

HOW LONG?: Two months.

WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪

{TW: Slight drug mention; marijuana.}

Brenton was always a carefree child, open to helping everyone around him, always with a smile on his face. He was the odd one of the bunch, really, picking up friends in the most unique places, not really caring who someone was, what they had, or what they looked like. He loved bringing joy to other people, and he loved picking people up when they were down. He had a pure heart, one of gold, and a kind and old soul. He never really conformed to gender stereotypes, and was definitely one of those children who would prance around in his mother’s dresses and high heels just for shits and giggles when he was playing. When he wasn’t forced to play inside due to inclement weather, he loved being outside in nature. Picking flowers, soaking up the sunshine, enjoying God’s green Earth. Simply put, Brenton was a free spirit; a flower child.

Brenton was also highly religious as a child. Maybe ‘flower child’ and 'organized religion’ didn’t exactly go hand in hand, but for Brenton it was as clear as air to him, being and doing both as easy as breathing. He wasn’t an old school Christian, and his grandparents would turn their noses up on how he decided to show his faith sometimes – but his faith was ever present. Perhaps one would think someone like Brenton would be Wiccan or another type of Pagan, but it wasn’t so. He remembered going to church with his grandparents from an early age, enjoying the atmosphere of friendly people, singing, prayer. Perhaps if he had come into religion on his own without a guiding hand, he would have chosen differently. But spending time with his grandparents was one of his favorite things, so it was only natural that he adapted to their beliefs.

Brenton didn’t exactly fit into a specific clique in school. He wasn’t a jock – in fact, most forms of exercise were horrid to him. He wasn’t an artist or a writer, and he didn’t particularly care for drama or music, either. While he was smart and had great grades, he wasn’t a nerd and didn’t particularly classify himself as a bookworm. And while he loved making people smile and feel good, he wasn’t the class clown, either. He did, however, enjoy a bit of Mary Jane with his friends almost constantly, but he wasn’t exactly a stoner. He didn’t fit into one group, and that was fine with him. Brenton was a social butterfly, fluttering between groups of people throughout his schooling. He had friends of every type, loving to surround himself with other people and befriend everyone, no matter who they were. He joined many clubs in high school, enjoying broadening his mind and hanging out with everyone.

{TW: Death, heart attack.} When Brenton was sixteen, trauma met his family. Brenton was visiting his grandparents, enjoying the day baking with his Nana and helping his Papa with chores around the house, when the old man suddenly collapsed. An ambulance was called, and he was rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to help – he passed away from a major heart attack, and Brenton’s world was crushed. Sure, Brenton was close to his parents, and he loved his siblings to death – but his Papa? His grandparents were two of the most important people in his life, and losing one of them set Brenton into a downward spiral. He became severely depressed, isolating himself and acting out. He spent most of his time with his Nana, trying to cheer her up even through his own grief. Family and friends helped him through his hard time, but ultimately she was the one who suggested he see a grief counselor, as she was worried about her grandson and the things her daughter was telling her about the boy. Brenton was able to pick himself back up in due time, and returned to his old self, but it is something that will always stick with him.

As Brenton got older, figuring out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life was easy; he wanted to help people… he just didn’t know exactly how to go about that. He was too squeamish around blood to ever think about joining the medical field, and he didn’t believe in violence so the army was out of the question. When his Nana mentioned to him once that he always gave the best advice, that’s when it hit him – he wanted to be a psychologist. So he went to school for psychology, getting his master’s and becoming a therapist, but also deciding he wanted to go the distance and get his doctoral. He wanted to be a licensed psychiatrist so he didn’t have any road blocks when helping people. While he was still in school, he started working as a Personal Care Attendant at Healing Scars, wanting to help the teenagers there even though he didn’t have the schooling under his belt. As soon as he got his Master’s, he became a licensed therapist, but also wanted to help people who weren’t at Healing Scars, people who needed someone to talk to but couldn’t find time in their schedules to see someone during the week. He joined the practice at Cotton Plant Family Therapy, enjoying being able to help anyone who needs it.

Currently, Brenton’s life is busy. He’s always been an overachiever, pushing himself to be the very best human being he can be. But with school during the weekdays, Healing Scars during the weeknights, and weekend therapy at Cotton Plant Family Therapy, he’s getting a little stretched thin. (He does enjoy his Mary Jane when he’s feeling stressed out, though he doesn’t smoke it nearly as much as he did when he was a teenager.) But honestly – Brenton loves where he’s at in life right now. He loves doing things, bettering himself, helping people. He wouldn’t have it any other way. And when he walks across that stage and gets his PsyD in just two more years, he knows it’ll all be worth it in the end.

[norahxberry-blog]

TEXT ;; SUNSHINE *UNDELIVERED

DELILA: I'm worried about our kids, who the fuck is with them if the two of us are stuck in this shit? Jenny doesn't fucking talk to any men, and I was finally getting her to talk to me, that's fucking ruined. No ones gonna wake em' up with the Top 40's or Kirk, or anything.

DELILA: I really fucking hope you're okay, as your work wife I have to be worried. But also as a friend, kinda worried too.

DELILA: Don't' do any stupid shit.

DELILA: If you die, I'm taking your desk chair because it's better than mine.