WIP
Full Name
Shiloh Avner Brooks
Nicknames
Brooky, Boo
Name Meaning
Sent, Light, Running Water
Gender
Male
Pronouns
He/Him
Sexuality
Painfully Straight
Personality
Shiloh is the kind of guy who can charm his way through any room, always with a smile that could talk anyone into anything. He knows exactly how to work a crowd, and he’s got a knack for making people laugh or swoon with just a few words. His confidence is through the roof: he knows he’s prettier, richer, and more talented than most, and he’s not afraid to let you know. But it’s not so much arrogance as it is knowing he’s got the “I can get away with anything” energy, and it makes him feel untouchable. He’s a bit bratty, teasing people for fun, and it occasionally can go too far, becoming mean-spirited.
While he’s competitive by nature, he’s also a bit lazy. Shiloh has a ton of natural talent, especially in sports: tennis, hockey, but he doesn’t always give 100%. He can coast through life without trying too hard and still come out on top, but if you push him hard enough, he’s more than capable of flipping the switch and dominating.
On the outside, Shiloh often comes across as a little shallow, obsessed with appearances, luxury, and all the perks of being rich. His social presence is flawless, and he’s always surrounded by people. But with a look closer, one can see that Shiloh’s more than just a pretty boy with a trust fund. He’s got a secret desire to get his loving but distant parents to notice him. Most of his life has been spent trying to earn their approval, chasing after their attention because it’s always felt just out of reach. No matter how many trophies or good grades he gets, it’s never enough to make them truly see him for who he is.
Flirty and non-committal, Shiloh’s always got someone on his arm, but he never sticks around long enough to form anything real. He’s just in it for the thrill and the attention. Even so, he’d never admit it, but there’s loyalty buried beneath all the bravado.
Appearance
Shiloh is a solid 6’1”, with a lean, athletic frame that screams effortless Daddy’s money. His face is all sharp jawlines and high cheekbones, like he was born to be on a yacht in the Hamptons. His lips are just the right amount of full, almost pushing feminine, and when he smiles, it’s got that cocky smirk, like he’s got the world figured out. His eyes? Piercing blue that can either make you feel like he’s reading your soul or like he’s just sizing you up. His hair’s the perfect mix of messy and styled, a little longer than most, falling past his collarbone in sun-kissed waves that say he doesn’t try too hard, and it works (on most girls).. He’s always dressed designer, but in that effortlessly preppy way: tailored shirts, fresh kicks, and polos or button-ups that fit just right. He’s always got a gold watch on his wrist, a couple of bracelets, and sunglasses perched on his face, because why wouldn’t he? He walks into any room, and you know immediately he’s never wanted, never had to work a day in his life.
Family Ties:
Garrett William Brooks (Father)-
Garrett Brooks was a man carved from stone, a monument to ambition and discipline in its most merciless form. From the moment he could walk, he had been pushed toward greatness, each step weighed down by the crushing expectations of a family that measured love in success and valued silence over sentiment.
Failure was never an option—not in the Brooks lineage.
Garrett had understood that from the start.
So he made himself unbreakable.
He attended all the right schools, climbed every ladder that was placed before him, and pushed himself harder than anyone dared to ask. His victories were never loud, never celebrated with champagne toasts or proud slaps on the back; they were expected.
Earned in sweat and sleepless nights, and acknowledged with a curt nod or a new responsibility to shoulder.
At twenty-eight, he married Evelyn Brooks—a woman whose name alone opened doors, but whose beauty and breeding made her a prize even in circles where everyone had money. She was one of the very few people Garrett genuinely admired, though true to his nature, he rarely expressed it.
Affection, to him, was a private thing.
Almost a weakness.
In public, they were the perfect pair: polished, poised, untouchable.
Behind closed doors, his loyalty to her was deep and unwavering—though often unspoken.
Fatherhood, like marriage, was simply another duty to perform flawlessly.
Garrett approached his sons the same way he approached his business ventures: expecting perfection, tolerating nothing less.
He demanded excellence, offered little praise, and viewed emotions as distractions best eradicated early.
Mistakes were not learning opportunities in Garrett’s world—they were embarrassments.
Risks were foolish unless they were guaranteed wins.
And softness?
Softness had no place in the Brooks family crest.
Still, somewhere buried under all the steel and pressure, there was a part of Garrett that felt pride for his boys—brief flashes he quickly stamped down before they could make him careless. Love, in his mind, was not the wild, messy thing the poets talked about.
It was quiet.
Evelyn Vera Brookss (Mother)-
Evelyn Brooks was the crown jewel of East Coast aristocracy. Tall, fair, and almost painfully beautiful in that effortless, old money kind of way, she had been raised in a world of pressed pleats, cashmere cardigans, and carefully calculated charm. From her first breath, she had been groomed for a life of polished perfection—private schools where the skirt hem was inspected more carefully than the curriculum, summers spent gliding between yacht clubs and seaside galas, and winters tucked away in ski lodges that smelled of cedar and legacy.
She had been raised to believe her life would unfold like a string of pearls: one polished event after another, culminating in the ultimate prize—a wealthy husband who could finance her endless clam bakes, charity balls, and shopping sprees without ever asking where the money went.
Children had never been part of her dreams.
But children were expected.
Evelyn endured her pregnancies with the same detached grace she applied to everything unpleasant—head held high, smile politely frozen in place, eyes already drifting past the cribs and baby showers to the next luncheon or polo match. She bore her two sons dutifully, gave them strong names—names that looked good engraved on silver picture frames—and then stepped back, her maternal obligations complete.
The boys were accessories to her life, much like her string of Mikimoto pearls or her gleaming white Range Rover: polished, presented, but rarely handled.
She made sure they looked right—pressed shirts, matching haircuts, perfectly staged holiday cards—but she left the actual raising to governesses, tutors, and the crushing expectations of the Brooks legacy.
She worked tirelessly to shape them into the ideal Brooks men: quiet, charming, handsome, and above all, unblemished.
No messy emotions.
No loud opinions.
No failures.
Love, in Evelyn’s world, was not unconditional.
It was a reward you earned by being better.
By being perfect.
And perfection, after all, was the family business.
Sutton Aubrey Brooks (Brother)-
Sutton Aubrey Brooks might look like a carbon copy of his older brother, but that’s where the resemblance ended.
Sure, they shared the same sun-bleached curls, the same broad, white, camera-ready smiles that made strangers sigh and family friends whisper aren’t they just perfect?
But the shine on Sutton was a little different.
Less polished, more dangerous.
Where Shiloh could be cold and cutting in a crowd—every move deliberate, every smile a performance—Sutton carried himself with a quieter, almost lazy charm. He flirted. He teased. He played the part of the carefree younger brother with an easy, lopsided grin and that golden-boy glint in his eye.
But the moment the air shifted—the moment tension cracked in the room—Sutton sharpened.
He listened, waited, learned.
There was a patience to Sutton that made him infinitely more dangerous than his flashier, more impulsive brother.
He didn’t need to be the loudest.
He just needed to be the last one standing.
Unlike Shiloh, who craved their parents' affection like a half-starved dog, Sutton had different ambitions.
He didn’t want approval, he didn’t even want acknowledgment.
Sutton wanted to be untouchable.
Stronger.
Smarter.
Self-made in a family that measured worth by bloodlines and bank accounts.
He loved his brother fiercely, but he knew better than to follow in his footsteps. Shiloh bled for the family. Sutton planned to walk away from it.
Still, beneath all the edges, Sutton was a rose, an absolute rose.
Soft. Sincere.
Someone who laughed too easily, who could make a room feel lighter just by walking into it, who still believed in something gentler than what they were raised for, even if he didn’t dare say it out loud.
Favourite Quote
“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
-Sylvia Plath
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