Eye Color: Chameleon-like hazel eyes tend to shift based on his mood from greens to blues and using his innate powers become a beautiful dark sodalite blue.
Hair Color: Sunflower blond with darker caramel highlights
Brandon’s appearance is that of a young human male in every aspect. His light locks seldom are so meticulously groomed and trimmed that the wavy, wild, strands are kept in a tamed and restrained manor. He has tried though with various hair products but even the strongest holds won’t last a day and in the winds of city often break free anyway. Arguably his best feature is his eyes though the somewhat unnatural manor in which the change, especially the shift to blue after using his powers can be unsettling to many.
His active lifestyle and physical training is evident by his chiseled mesomorphic physique, though at times it appears more ectomorphic, Many scars mar his otherwise smooth skin. Several small to large scars are visible on both his forearms and legs tell significantly more about his life experiences than his young face.
There is some body art, art that has been there since his discovery at the age of eleven that he has tried to keep rather secretive. It is located in the center of his back between his shoulder blades and is approximately six inches in diameter. The round tattoo looks like a globe though decidedly not of earth based on the continents. The sphere is surrounded in the same Celtic looking pattern of knots as is found on a brooch he owns.
There are few people that rally know Brandon that don’t like him for who he is. Selfless to a fault this Yale educated man would and has given the shirt off his back to help someone in need, even if they despise everything he is. That said there are limits and principles that he won’t cross and the man isn’t a pushover.
Valosa has a knack for survival. Fostered by the environments of homes he was in and the rough treatment handed down by care givers and others Brandon has learned to fend for himself in a less then perfect world. This has not diminished his desire to serve others though it cannot be said it has made him believe in the best of humanity.
Brandon is a man of conviction. Though he knows he and others like him are considered a threat to humanity he is always
Shy and reclusive around people he doesn’t know the man seldom initiates a conversation for anything other than business purposes. With a past that is unpleasant enough and the possession of strange powers Brandon is unsure who is trustworthy enough to share the information with or that would not be endangered for just knowing. Feeling isolated as a result he often reverts to a more melancholic view of life.
Beer: Brandon can enjoy a variety of alcoholic beverages that fall into this category. From Ales to Stouts and Loggers he enjoys them and will go from time to time to have a pint.
Live Music: He enjoys seeing people perform a variety of styles of music from classical to Rock and Roll. Often he will go to hear a bad at the bar but never goes on karaoke night.
Women: Brandon enjoys a lot of things about females. Though he will seldom if ever just strike up a conversation with a stranger a woman might be able to get him to do it.
Nature: Although a city boy Brandon enjoys the parks and has even gone camping from time to time though it is often not safe to do it.
Volunteering: Brandon has made a habit of volunteering at soup kitchens and other non-profit organizations.
Thoughtless People: Most if not all the actions Brandon takes are purposeful. He dislikes when other take things for granted, especially people or take advantage of others because they can.
Responsibility Dodgers: Brandon can’t stand people who can’t take responsibility for their actions, especially if they blame others for them.
Tardiness: He is always on time and doesn’t like when others intentionally or perpetually are late.
Bigotry: Brandon tries to accept everyone for what they are and has a hard time with people who dislike others because they are merely different in some way from them.
memory: Though not perfect he has an excellent memory that has helped him reach his goals in spite of setbacks.
Intellect: Brandon in highly intelligent and able to learn quickly. Even though he cannot remember anything until he was eleven he was able to graduated with a PHD at 21 and receiving high honors.
Magically Endowed: Though some might consider this more of a curse than a blessing the young man is making the best out of a less then perfect situation as he chooses to use is powers for good.
Patient Endurance: One outstanding trait he has is the ability to wait for what he wants even in the face of opposition.
Inferiority: Brandon has a deep set feeling that he is not as important as others. This does not mean he cannot see he has value as an individual but just that it is set lower than those of others.
Troubled past: Having grown up in abusive situations, being rejected by so many and passed from one temporary parent to the next has not only left him with feelings of inferiority but memories that don’t seem to want to go away.
Forgotten Past: Unable to remember his childhood has left him with the dilemma as to whether to make up a history for himself or merely to keep from looking like an off worlder or simply tell the truth and have people think he doesn't belong.
Pub Food: as odd as this may sound if Brandon is going to eat more than he should it will be the fair served at places like this.
Brooch: In his possession is a singular piece of jewelry. It has a beautiful sodalite stone in the center with clear white lines resembling electrical arcs such as lightening. The stone is one and a have inches and perfectly round and so perfect it has been thought to be cultured rather than natural. Around the edge is a delicate, finely scrolled border of silver. The design is similar to Celtic knots but the meaning is unknown. This boarder is a half an inch bringing the overall size to two inches.
Folded Paper: The brooch was found within this folded piece of 14”x 18” parchment white, paper.
All My Characters
Just Brandon and not approved yet.
Typist's Role Play History
Actually I love fantasy and science fiction. I'm a dyslexic and thought writing for games such as this would help me keep the skills I have and improve on them over time. This has worked and I hope to continue that here.
Role Play Sample
Date: Aug 7, 2020
The familiar sound rang out as the door opened slapping its wooden surface against the tiny metal bell that announced the arrival of every patron to the bar Brandon had been frequenting the past few days. Mandi’s was one of the few establishments left untouched during the onslaught of lycanthropes that had attacked the city of New York. He had been there the night of the blood colored moon and had gone out several times to bring in the wounded and dyeing lining them up on the floor and badging what wounds he cold with tablecloths and curing much to Mandi’s dismay.
Mandy was behind the bar when the university grad had pushed open the door with one hand and held onto his black backpack with the other. She wore he long brown hair pulled back and in a ponytail that came down her back to just below her shoulder blades and for a women in her forties had only a few greying hairs to show for it. She wore a green and brown checked blouse with black likes that criss crossed threw the pattern that buttoned up the front and the sleeves rolled up just below her elbows. Her brown eyes danced a little as she smiled at the approaching man. The black skirt came just above her knees and was draped with a pristine white apron, no frills, just a typical garment for work in such an establishment.
“Any luck Brandon, “ she yelled above the den of patrons already gathered. She followed his movements as she wiped out the last of the glasses stacking them neatly behind the bars smooth countertop. There were only a handful seated at the bar and tables as Fridays didn’t draw a large crowd for another half an hour. Even with the loss of community from the loss of life she still could fill her place up.
Brandon shook his head and pursed his lips as he slid his backpack from his shoulder and sat it on the seat of a corner window booth with his back to the wall. The man stared out the window blankly for a moment then drew in a deep breath.
The woman made her way over to where he Brandon sat pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil to take his order. Mandi offered a smirk and tilted her head hoping to catch his attention, “shame a smart, good looking guy like you can’t get a job even in Queens.”
Lowering his gaze he looked at the woman, “Mandy, why is it that crime on the rise everywhere and candidates that are qualified short that experience is all they are looking at?”
“Why not just volunteer for a while, let them see what you can do,” the woman replied as she held the order pad a bit higher and tapped the edge of the pencil against the folded side of used pages.
“Tried that,” the light haired man replied shifting a little in the Burgundy cloth covered seat. “They say they don’t have time to train.”
She paused a moment studying the man for a moment then tapped again on the pad, “I got it Brandon, your aimin’ too low Brandon you need to aim higher, Queens isn’t good enough for you.”
“Higher,” Brandon replied as he furrowed his brow.
“Yep,” she said as she heard another patron call err, “that’s it you need to aim higher.”
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