Brussel Maddel is a wanderer of the Backrooms most commonly identified for her blonde hair, denim jacket, and immature demeanor. She can be found in almost every level either alone or accompanied by The Guardian. The reason she is staying in the Backrooms despite the danger isn't really understood. She claims that "This place is far less strict than the house my folks want me to call a home.". But do not be mistaken. She isn't as oblivious as she seems and can defend herself in some efficient ways.
Observations
She appears to be a short female with peculiar blonde hair, we do not know why it stick up how it does. Her hair covers one eye, which we tried to inspect, but she swatted everyone's hand away when we attempted to move it. She even growled and bared her teeth... May have to do some behavioral tests on her. If you inspect her mouth closely, you may notice her teeth are pointier and more edged than the average human being, along with a gap between the two front teeth. If you observe her face a bit closer, you can see the pigment of her skin is quite pale. My partner joked about how she was probably shut in her house before no-clipping... She didn't seem to like that comment.
Her clothes... Who the hell wears a tank top under a denim jacket? And also... why boots over ripped jeans?! I'm no fashion designer but she probably has a pathetic taste in clothes. And so. Many. Pins. These pins once observed closer seem to have some references to pop culture and interests.
Pin speculation:
- Mothman, It seems this entity has an interest in the paranormal
- Monster lover, It seems... she really likes monsters... [reminder: question Brussel of her taste]
- Unidentifiable creature, We thought it was a symbol of sorts but she claims "It's from a video game"
- Sun wearing sun glasses, Why would the sun need sunglasses???
- Japanese cartoon, "How many slices of bread have you eaten in your lifetime?" What show had this?
- Snail with knife, [No comment]
Does she ever change clothes? Does she even wash them? She smells fine but her clothing is a bit... tacky. It's none of our business but when we see her again, I will send her straight to the washing room. Who knows what the hell she's touched or gotten into.