Brent147 Intros

[Brent147]

1. Is this introduction for the Wilderness Guardians.

2. Tell us about your RuneScape history and your account (e.g. when you started, what your RSN means, favorite activities etc.) :
My Runescape account name is most obviously my first name and my favorite number; Brent147. I started this account in 2002 I believe. My favorite activity is Woodcutting.

A few quick facts about Runescape:
- Favorite skill: Woodcutting.
- Favorite Mini Game: Stealing Creation (of course ;)
- Favorite Quest: One Piercing Note.
- Started in 2002.
- Least favorite skill: Runecrafting.
- Least favorite Quest: Haunted Mines.
- Least favorite Mini Game: Barbarian Assault!

3. Tell us more about yourself (Age, country/state, gender, hobbies, music, skills, likes and dislikes):

So my name is Brenton Mykel Ellis. I was born on June 19th, 1991, so if you do the math there I'm twenty years old. My mother was fifteen years of age when she gave birth to me. My father was twenty-two but wanted nothing to do with me. As a result, my mother and I lived on and off with my grandparents and my mother's "friends". When a person is abused in extreme measures it is hard for them to forget. My memory is a very long one indeed, longer than should be allowed in truth. The abuse began at an early age, and as I said, things like that are not easy to forget. There were times when my mother would be so tired of "dealing with me" that she would tie me into my car seat with plastic bags, or she would slam me into things like furniture or the wall, simply to get me to stop crying. On a few occasions I was burnt on my arms and legs with cigarettes, or tossed around like a rag doll.

Being a very articulate and intellectual child, I learned rather quickly to avoid my mother if at all possible. Her hands were quick and heavy, and left me afraid and in pain. After a brief interlude of living with one of her so called "friends" we moved back into my Grandparents. There was a small ray of hope that things may improve, and they did in a since. My mother had stopped being so abusive once we had moved back in with my Grandparents, and I was being treated as a child should be. My real father had decided that he wanted to spend time with me. In truth, it was because he was married and his wife wanted a child but couldn't have any.

After several weeks of talking to my mother, she agreed to let him see me. The visits were brief at first, and grew lengthier as time passed. A day came when my family decided to go out to celebrate an unknown occasion. For whatever reason, they didn't want to take me along, and therefore my mother had to find a babysitter. My father (Mark) and his wife were all too eager to volunteer for the job. The evening came, my family left, and I was left alone with both Mark and his wife. Very little time elapsed before it happened. I remember it very clearly. Marks hand was bunched into a fist in my hair. He began to drag me down the hallway towards the front door, with his wife not far behind in toe. I was tossed into the back of a brown Chevrolet van, an 80s model perhaps.

The van had blinds and curtains inside on the windows, and it smelled foul and dank. They sped away from the house, leaving behind all I had ever known. Even if it hadn't been the greatest home, I was terrified of Mark, and I would have given anything to just be with my family. At least my Grandfather was nice to me. He called me his "little hotrod" and would watch cartoons with me on the couch while we ate corn puffs together. At that moment, I'd have given anything to just be with my family, where I knew I would be safe.

Instead I was being tossed around in the back of some nasty van, driving me off to god knew where. I don't remember how I got into the house, but I woke up on a pile of towels in a small room, with one window. The house didn't smell much better than the van. In fact, I would venture to say that it was worse. My stomach ached with hunger and I was very afraid. I went to the door and opened it to at least find my captors and see if I might not be allowed some food.

I learned very quickly that I wasn't allowed out of my room unless I needed to use the restroom. If I left the room without first asking, I was earned a smack across my body with any choice object that might be available to hit me with. If I had dared to speak out of turn, I was beat. If I asked for food, I was beat. On a few rare occasions I was released from my prison for the amusement of being beaten or to witness inappropriate activities. If I cried, the dogs would chase me and nip at me. They were small, nasty, yappy muts, but their small sharp teeth hurt just the same.

Very late one night, while I was curled into a ball on my pile of raggity towels, I heard a knock on my window. I was afraid, but I peeked outside anyhow. It was my Mom. She was trying to get me to open the window, but it was one of the old fashion windows with the metal slips that you have to push your thumbs into and push them inward and lift, to get the window to open. Being only two, I didn't have the strength to open the window. My mom told me to go to the front door and unlock it, so that she could take me home.

As silently as I could, I tried to sneak into the living room to open the front door, but the dogs caught me and starting barking very loudly. Before I knew what was happening, Mark and his wife were there. I was smacked multiple times with a leather belt and tossed onto the floor. The door had flown open and Mark drug my mother into the house by her hair. I don't remember everything that happened at that moment but I remember a lot of yelling and crying. At some point my mom left and I was yelled at and beaten some more, before being thrown back into my room.

Though scraps of food were normally brought to my room when they felt generous enough to give them to me, I went days without it after that incident. I was beaten several times and my bathroom privileges had been revoked. Days had gone by, and thought I didn't know what dying meant, I was one the verge. That's when it all finally changed. A woman came to the house. She had several men with her in suits with guns. I didn't understand it at the time, but she took me away. I was very afraid that I was to be taken from one hell to the next, but I was wrong. She told me that she was there to help me, and that I wouldn't be hurt anymore. I didn't believe her of course, and she asked a lot of questions. Finally I came around when she fed me and gave me fresh clothing.

She told me that I could go back with my mom, but first we had to see a judge and jury to determine if that would be the best place for me to be. After weeks of drawn out court confessions and cases, my mother was awarded full custody of me under the condition that she remained living at home and working a full time job to support me. At last I was reunited with my family, but I had changed drastically. I was afraid of everyone and everything. I didn't like to be touched, and I flinched anytime I was approached too quickly.

After I went home, things had changed completely. My mother no longer hurt me. Quite the contrary, she was very loving and motherly. I suppose in retrospect it was because she had lost me and also had to deal with the evidence of everything that had happened to me. For whatever reason, I was able to forgive her and power through. My third birthday came and went without incident, as well as my fourth.

The next big "thing" happened on Valentine's Day of 1995. My Grandfather owned a flooring business and one of his workers dropped by the house to deliver some things to him. My mom answered the door, and of course, they hit it off. His name was Joel, and he was very nice to both me and my mother. In no time at all they were married and my mom and I had moved out of my grandparents' house and in with him. All I knew was that I had two people who loved me and cared about me and that gave me a good home. I couldn't complain.

A year went by and my mother had her second baby on February 21, 1996. Once my sister Abbey was born, everything changed again. Joel started to ignore me, and beat on my mother. They were constantly fighting. He started doing drugs while she was at work. I was young and I didn't understand what he was doing, but I knew it changed him. My mom was trying to work a full time job and attend college, while he was at home, he was so high, and he didn't know what was going on. This forced me to take care of my baby sister. At the age of four, I was cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a baby. It wasn't easy. My mom was oblivious to the fact that I was doing these things, and I'm not sure why it took her so long to actually catch on.

To shorten the story, years went by and I had started school. I was a straight A student. Joel had started beating on me as well and often times I would miss a few days of school here or there because he would leave marks on my face or arms. In some cases I would have to make up excuses to my teachers, saying I fell, or had been playing to rough. By the time I was in third grade, my mother and Joel had split up. She had finally had enough of his crap. During that time my mom started partying a lot. There were random men at our house every night. I would almost always chase them out the next morning. Anyhow, months went by, but they finally got back together. We moved back home and things seemed ok for a while. That's when they came to me and Abbey and told us that they were going to have another baby. All I could think was "great, another baby for me to take care of."

Don't ask me how I managed it, because I don't know either, but I somehow managed to deal with my mom and Joel starting to fight again, taking care of all my homework, dealing with neither of them being home in the evenings, and me having to take care of both Abbey and Alex, after the babysitter left. Things started to get repetitive. Every morning, I would wake up and my mom would be about to walk out the door. She would assume that Joel would be sending us off to school. He would leave shortly after her, leaving me to wait for the babysitter and then catch the bus with Abbey. This went on until I was in 5th grade. Nightly beatings for no reason, watching the kids, getting ready for school, lying at school about the strange marks, etc...

It was Christmas of 2002, I was in 5th grade. It was nearly time for Christmas break. My mom had the Christmas tree up and the house was full of decorations for the season. I remember being driven to school that morning by my mom. When I woke up her and Joel had been fighting. In the expanse of the ten or so minutes that it took her to drive me to school, I asked her one question. "Why do you let him treat you like that? Why do you let him talk to you like you're a dog?" When I got home, the tree was gone, my mom was crying, Joel was at the table smoking a joint and drinking deeply from a bottle of whiskey. Our bags were packed and loaded in the car already. We said goodbye and moved in with my grandpa.

Over the course of the next few months (Nov-Feb 2002) we moved back in fourth in between Joel's house and my grandpa's house five different times. Each time we switched schools. The last time that we moved out, my mom said goodbye for good, but it screwed her up bad. In April we rented an old Farm house. My mom just went off the deep end then. She was fired from her job so she started drawing unemployment. She started to get really heavy into the drugs and alcohol. Finally it got to the point where she was so coked out on drugs that she wasn't even coherent enough to get out of bed. It then fell to me to step up and starting taking care of my family.

At the age of ten years old, I started taking my Moms unemployment checks, forging her signature, and taking them to the bank to have them cashed. I would generally only keep enough cash on me for groceries and gas for the lawn mower. The rest was left in the account so that I could write checks and send them off for the electric/water/rent. By that time I was in school, taking care of both kids, doing laundry, cooking meals, washing dishes, cutting the grass, making sure they were bathed and in bed, etc...

This went on for a few months, and then one day my mom just got up, and got a job. She got clean and started acting like a mom. I'm not sure what triggered the change but I was grateful for it. But then of course, as nothing ever lasted, she had to have a man. She brought home an EMT that she worked with. His name was Shawn. He seemed nice enough, like he had his crap together. But along with him came his kid Daniel. Daniel was a weird child at best, and I won't go into much detail about him. Anyhow, after about a month or so of them living with us, Daniel hit Alex. You have to understand that I am very defensive over my family. Once he hit Alex, I lost my temper and waked him back. Apparently his dad had come upstairs to see why Alex was crying but only saw me waking Daniel upside the head. Out of nowhere a belt lashed across my back. That was where I drew the line. I fought with him, tooth and nail, but being that he was 200 pounds heavier than I was, it wasn't a fair fight.

After that incident, I moved in with my lesbian aunt and her girlfriend. I still visited my mom and siblings on the weekends, and of course my mom had left Shawn after the whole incident with him hitting me, but it wasn't long before she moved on to the next idiot. She moved a guy named Donny into her house. He was the foulest pig I've ever met. He was a wannabee thug in need of a serious attitude adjustment. From the first time I met him, I hated him. He had all sorts of porn strung across the house, did drugs, was always drunk, throwing huge parties at my mom's house, and was verbally and physically abusive. They were together for a few months and I could never stand him. One weekend while I was down at my moms, there was an incident. It was around two in the morning but I was woken by the screams of my Mom and an enraged Donny. The words "I'm going to kill you and your ******* kids" were all I needed to hear. Before I realized what I was doing, I was down the stairs. Donny was standing over my mom and had my sister by the hair. He had a metal pipe in one hand and was screaming.

I don't remember how it happened or even doing it, but according to the police reports, I somehow managed to take the pipe away from Donny and smack him square across the face with it. I shattered nearly every bone in his face, and caused severe brain damage. I was locked into solitary confinement for 72 hours for fear that I was a danger to myself and my family. I got thrown out of the private school that my aunt had put me in because I was a "danger" to the students. I went to public school after that and had to go through a lot of counseling. It wasn't a good experience.

A few months went by and yet again my mom got with another guy. This time, I was appalled. The guy was nineteen and my mom was like twenty-eight. Anyhow, they got married, and she got pregnant again. I didn't want her to have any more kids but, I had no choice but to accept it. Time went by and then they moved up here to Greenville with the rest of my family. I was still living in Carbondale with my aunt but my aunt and her girlfriend had split up and my aunt was going after a new girl. That was bad for me because she decided she didn't want me to live with her anymore and sent me to live with my Grandpa. I stayed there until the end of my 7th grade year and then my Grandpa took me to live with my mom.

Shortly after moving here, I discovered that Chris my mom's new husband was beating on her. Not only that, he was doing drugs to top it off. I had just turned fourteen years old and I wasn't about to put up with some guy beating on my mom. So naturally we got into it a lot. They were married for two years and over the course of that time Chris and I fought nearly every single day. They finally got a divorce and he left. I was happy that he was gone. Of course it didn't improve or change anything.

We moved into a small four bedroom house where my mom started drawing unemployment and bar hoping all the time. She was never home. I was a sophomore in high school trying to play football, work a full time job, and take care of three kids. It wasn't easy. Most of my paychecks went to paying bills, and I never had free time at all. While most kids my age were out partying or hanging out having fun, I was working or going to school or taking care of kids.

My mom tried to bring men home during that time but I had gotten big enough that I could run them off with ease. I finally put my foot down and told her to grow up and stop acting like an idiot. I told her she wasn't allowed to bring men home and that if she wanted to do that crap she could do it on her own time, elsewhere. She respected what I had said and kept her nasty boyfriends out of the house. After a while I had a lot of pent up anger and one night I just went off on her. I told her she needed to start being a responsible adult, and that I was sick of taking care of her and all of her problems. I told her if she didn't get a job and start being a mother that I was going to DCFS and I would give in great detail an account of how terrible and irresponsible she was. This changed things. She started to act right and work. She started taking care of the kids. I quit my job and focused on school and football, and just doing whatever I wanted.

Around this time I had started to show an interest in my real father's family. I went down to visit them. While there, my cousins introduced me to her friend Heather. I was fourteen (nearly 15) and she was eighteen. I'd never been in a serious relationship or any kind of relationship for that matter, but I was curious so we started dating. We dated for nine months but it wasn't to last. I was down one weekend, to surprise her but when I got to her house; there was a strange car in her driveway. I let myself in with the key she had given me, only to walk in on her with a thirty-five year old man. It was difficult and I was devastated but I left.

For months I just went on my own, not really worrying about anything. I spent hours playing Runescape, doing homework, and just being absorbed in football. That's when I met Kirby. Kirby was a year ahead of me in school. She was the kind of girl that had a very unique sort of personality. She was always wearing strange outfits and was very artistic. It wasn't a shock that we started dating. For nearly a year we dated. We did everything together. She would come home with me from school, and we would spend time together doing just about anything you can think of. Hell, she was even my first, which for whatever reason made me feel a very strong attachment to her.

When we broke up I was even more devastated than I had been during my first relationship. I loved Kirby, maybe not enough to marry her and settle down, but I loved her. When she told me that she had been seeing someone else, and didn't want to be with me anymore, I went void of all emotion.

For nearly three years I was just completely off the map. I would never talk to anyone unless they spoke to me. I hardly ate anything, I rarely slept. Kirby terrorized me with the fact that she still wanted to be "friends", but she would do things that would just kill me. She would make comments and references about when we were together, and then of course when I saw her with the guy she left me for, it was just like being stabbed all over again.

One of my friends talked me into going on a mission's trip with a local church youth group. We left a few days before my seventeenth birthday. I celebrated my seventeenth birthday on the Red Lake Indian Reservation in northern Minnesota. I have to admit, it was one of the best times of my life. When I came home, my house was totally empty. Everything and everyone was gone. I slept there for a few days and then went to a friend's house. I didn't have a phone so I didn't really have a way of contacting my mom. When I got to my friend's house he let me use his phone. I called my mom and found out she had moved to my Grandmas. Up until that point I had been too ashamed to go to my grandmas because I was in shock I guess. I went there, with no explanation from my mother, and just continued on like usual.

Things in school had changed a little. My friend Alex, the one who had drug me on the mission's trip had me sit with him at lunch. This sort of led me to meeting Jessica. Jessica was so beautiful it hurt. She was the girl at school that every guy wanted to be with. She was nice to everyone, regardless of their social status, she was extremely intelligent. She was like a goddess sent from the heavens and none of us were truly worthy of her.

I suppose it seriously shocked everyone when she and I started spending time together. She finally got me out of my emotional void and we became friends. So good of friends in fact, that we were talking on the phone every single night and hanging out on the weekends. Finally prom was coming up and I just couldn't help myself, I asked her to the prom and she was just ecstatic. This was amazing because I thought she'd shoot me down.

Shortly after prom I confessed that I was in love with her. She and I started dating. We spent as much time together as possible. Then yet something else happened that nearly ruined my life. I had always done my best to maintain perfect grades in school. That's why this next issue came as a real shock. My guidance counselor approached me and told me that I wasn't going to graduate on time because they had to revoke some of my credits. Long story short, they screwed my grades over for more school funding. (They did it to me and 13 other students.) Anyhow, my mom didn't care enough to help me fight it. The school told me I would never amount to anything and I might as well drop out. So that's what I did. I waited until the end of the school year, got up to go to see Jess every day and then when school ended, I just didn't go back. ( I did get my GED though).

After the school year was out, my father contacted me. He had been out of prison for a few years and said he wanted to make amends. That he wanted a chance to get to know me, and to make up for his mistakes. I talked to Jessica about this for a week or so and then she agreed to go with me. She told me it would be good for me to at least give him a chance. So we went together. We got a hotel room and stayed for a few weeks. While I was away, my mom called me and told me she didn't want me anymore. She told me I was too much of a burden on her and that she was moving in with her new boyfriend. She told me I was big enough to make my own way in the world.

My Dad apparently owned his own company and so he offered me a job. I accepted it. I started working for his logging company making $24.00/hr. On the side I started working at an auction barn making $8.50/hr+tips. In a week I was easily clearing $1,900.00, in a month, $7,600.00. The money was so good, that I could afford anything. I worked for a whole month and saved nearly five grand. On my eighteenth birthday I purposed to Jessica. She said yes. I was so head over heels; I couldn't believe we were engaged!

We set the date for July, 11th, 2009. The big day came and five minutes before I was to be at the altar I got a phone call from my dad. He was pissed at me because he wasn't my best man. He told me that I was fired from my job and that he was going to come to the church with a gun and just massacre everyone.

I hung up the phone on him. He wasn't going to ruin my wedding day. Jessica and I took our vows and we were wed on July 11, 2009. We moved back home to Greenville and both started working. I'm in school full time at the moment and she works at Watsons Drug Store here in town as a Pharmacy Technician. I have a part time job taking apart hydraulic jacks, repairing them, and then reassembling them. It's boring work, but it's easy.

Some short real life facts about me:
- I'm happily married.
- I have no children.
- I am 20 years old.
- My favorite authors are Terry Goodkind, Nicolas Sparks, Dean Koontz, Stephenie Myers, JK Rollwing, Christopher Paolini, Mel Odem, Nora Roberts, Sharon Sala, Nancy Farmer, and Cassie Edwards.
- My favorite food is probably meat lovers stuffed crust spinach pizza from pizza hut.
- My favorite colors are Black, Silver, and Green.
- I drive a 2001 4 door Chevy Caviler.
- I have a cat named Zeddicus a dog named Mia, and a beta fish named Aleric.
- My top three favorite movies are TOP GUN, A Walk to Remember, and Twilight.
- I am the oldest of four children.
- My favorite video games are, Runescape, pac man, sonic, Mario bros, tetras, Donkey Kong, Skyrim, and Red Dead Redemption

4. How did you hear about us and what makes you want to join WG:

I joined Wilderness Guardians last year, and I really enjoyed the community. I want to come back!

5. Are there any current WG members who you already know:

Yes of course, I know quite a few people here.

6. Any additional comments:

I realize that when I left, I didn't give a sufficent reason to any of you. So here's the truth. Before I joined Wilderness Guardians, I was leading a clan called Burning Creation. When that clan started to fall apart, I didn't know what to do with myself. I don't really like to go and do a lot of things, I typically like to stay alone or with my wife. None of my "Friends" in real life really ever want to do anything, so naturally I don't get out much. Burning Creation became my crutch and I simply didn't know how to let go. After I joined Wilderness Guardians, I felt out of place, but I was strangely happy. I really enjoyed the community. That's when things started to happen. Old Burning Creation members started to message me regularly, asking me if I would re-open the community. Finally, I couldn't resist. I had no choice but to give them a second chance, they at least deserved that.

So I made a bullshit excuse here, fearing that none of you would understand, and then I left. It wasn't until after things started working in Burning Creation again, that I realized I wasn't happy. For months I lead the community, doing everything that is expected out of any good leader. I spent numerous hours pouring over idea after idea, reading suggestion upon suggestions, making update after update, and finally I just got tired of it all. I got sick of being the guy that everyone ran to with their problems, sick of being the person who had to pick up the slack when others couldn't.

Don't misunderstand me, I love Burning Creation. The people who were there, have forever won a spot in my heart. I'll always be friends with them, and I'll always be there for them. But there comes a time when a person just needs to do something to make themselves happy and not worry about pleasing everyone else. That's why when Burning Creation closed yesterday, I decided once and for all that I'm joining WG and staying, if you'll have me that is.

:Brent147

[Wayshow]

Holy that was a long intro  O.o
Nice to learn about your life story lol ##
Welcome back :)

[Mojo]

holy fuck long intro!  :wtf:

anyway.. welcome back! nice to see you being honest about why you left the first time. :)

[Randy]

Wow. Just wow.

It's good to have you back :)

[Toby]

Welcome back to WG :)

[Lth]

WOW brent that's probably the longest intro but well said :) GL :D

[SuccinctLizard3]

Wow!Longest intro i've ever seen. But it was nice to see your live story and see that it all turned out decent. Anyway welcome back to Wilderness Guardians.

[BeeBee]

I remember last time you app'd for WG, you with your long posts....always were good reads.

Anyway Welcome back Brent ;)

[Wayshow]

how do u manage to remember so much from when you were 3?  O.o
nice to see everything worked out in the end :)

[Armybuilder]

welcome back dude

[Colinwarrior]

Probably the longest (perhaps unnecessarily so) intro I've ever seen.

But I got to this part:

- My top three favorite movies are TOP GUN, A Walk to Remember, and Twilight.

And stopped reading. Sorry.

Lol