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Beach House
Legacy Name: Beach House

The Glade Devonti
Owner: germ

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: May 30th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 30th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 2
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Beach Comber

Name: Brandon Dakota Ambralov
Age: 16
Birthday: April 25
Hair: Dirty blond
Eyes: Brown
Height 5'10
Playby: Stav Strashko
History:
Brandon's life started with wet eyes, slowly opening in the bright light of a Seattle hospital. "He's perfect." Said a low, accentless male voice (his father)."Isn't he?" a higher, but very, very tired voice replied (his mother).
In that moment, although he'd never realize it, his father had reviewed his entire life-- looking at each moment carefully, to make sure he measured up (to make sure he'd done everything right).

Oleg Ambralov was born in Kazan', Russia in 1952. Like most Cold War-era Russians, the Ambralov's weren't very wealthy, and because of this his parents didn't approve of their son running away to go to school in America in 1972. But, he did it. During the short period of friendship between the two countries, Oleg immigrated. He studied hard. He worked his way through his loans, and finally he started his own telecommunications company.

Around that same time, in 1974, Dianna Hawn was born. She dreamed of being an actress, and, (if it was worth anything) she had the looks for it. She dropped out of high school at seventeen (1991) to pursue a career in film.

There paths crossed, finally, in 1993 and they were quickly married. Mrs. Ambralov's parents adamantly disapproved. Their daughter was just twenty-one, and yet she was getting married to a forty-one year old? They hadn't raised a gold digger! But, unlike Oleg's family (who never bothered to speak to their son again), they never deserted their child. By the end of '93 Dianna was pregnant and said a final goodbye to her hopes of being a star.

Enter, Brandon Dakota Ambralov.

His mother doted on him. They had a connection that could only be attributed to a child raising a child. She was patient and loving, but, at times so very, very tired and lost. Of course he also had a nanny, but what kind of good Jewish girl would leave her child to be raised completely by hired help?
His father, however, was a very busy man, always working and in meetings. When he was around, though, he was funny and smart. He loved to play with his son, and every weekend they did a puzzle.

However, like all mere mortals Oleg aged, as did his son. When Brandon's interests started going towards soccer, Oleg was left to watch on the sidelines (and not every single game was on the weekend). By the time Brandon was eleven, his father was little more than a distant relative, sleeping with his mother (also, ew).

Middle school for Brandon was simple. He went to a co-ed private school in Washington. He was popular with the girls, and really wasn't confrontational (although he did struggle with the concept of 'humility'). His first kiss was from Rosie Palmer (daughter of some CEO), after a school dance in the seventh grade. Nothing special, really, although she told everyone they were dating afterwards (which they so totally were not!). He also might've gotten his first hand job from her about a year later. Maybe. Who knows.

Regardless of where who's hands went, this season of firsts was when Brandon first started thinking about his, well, sexuality. By the time he'd turned fourteen he was fairly confident he was gay, and he-- nervously-- told him parents. Both were surprised, but not angry. This lack of reaction struck quite the nerve with young Brandon. Within the next three months it became his sworn duty to get a rise out of his father, which he succeeded at (slightly) with the addition of two pieces of metal in his face.

But, that just wasn't enough. He'd gone against his father once, why not do it again? Why not go against the (few) rules his parents had set up for him? Even the most spoiled child wants to rebel, right? So, he started taking up those offers of parties. He started dropping the cash for a dime bag. He started having fun.

It was half way through his freshman year that he was picked up to become a model. He had been walking down the sidewalk with a casual friend, sloppily high (like only a young man can). They passed a man with a business card, and he rest was now history. His mother had all but begged him to accept—modelling, of course, was like acting. Maybe if her son became a star, she could feel the success radiating off of him. He’s brand spanking new at all of this modelling stuff, and definitely has a lot to learn.

Hopefully, he’ll be able to push aside his pride (particularly in a fashion world wheere looking so androgynous should help rather than cause problems) and take some well-meaning advice, before he crashes and burns.

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