Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Mar 24, 2015 4:07:57 GMT -6
Character Name: Brett "The Broman" Pryce duh; read the title.
Age: 30ish maybe (The Bromaninator keeps this a closely guarded secret)
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Whatever town the rp takes place in
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Good, Evil, or Neutral: Neutrevil?
Strengths: Brett has a personal arsenal due to living in the god blessed sovereign nation of Texas. As the proprietor of the most successful Strip Club, The Sweet Cherry, in whatever town the rp takes place in, Brett's office is stashed with his own personal selection of firearms. He even has his employees armed just in case the patrons get bit a too excited such as every other Friday. Great bulk due to a fantastic work regiment subsisting of all things roid. More business acumen than you'd expect from someone of his standing that's resulted in various criminal connections through the state.
Weaknesses: Being the biggest douchebag you'll ever meet and all that entails. Look at that face, you know you want to punch it already. Various drug addictions (Horse tranquilizers, Komodo Dragon testosterone, etc.), ROID RAGE, Actually quite stupid when you get to the heart of the matter at times.
Weapon(s) Of Choice (Within reason): Custom Winchester Model 1887 shotgun with pistol grip, Colt Anaconda revolver
Personality: If you couldn't tell, Brett is a self confident douchebag of the highest degree. He believes himself to be the pinnacle of human Broness and won't take lip from anyone that suggests otherwise. All women want him and all men want to be him or inside him-er, where was I going with this? Also has quite the gray morality due to a rather harsh upbringing that he's never talked about. Brett also CAN'T STAND PEOPLE DOING OTHER THINGS WHEN THE THING DOING NEEDS TO BE DONE! (Ie: he hates when others beat around the bush or don't focus on the task at hand). Lastly, Brett really does have a soft spot for the girls in his employ despite literally every other thing about him.
History: Brett grew up in whatever town the rp takes place in with his best friend Thomas Reed. Yes, Brett and Tom were quite the rascals growing up in that fine town. They met one fateful day in kindergarten when Brett was being terrorized by local Godzilla abortion Becky Bowman during recess. Bigfoot Bowman they'd call her due to wearing a size 6 men's shoe at age 5. Said foot was planted firmly in Brett's ass until Tom intervened by knocking Becky out with a blow to the temple, courtesy of a baseball bat left out by an irresponsible teacher (Their school wasn't exactly ideal).
From that day on, they'd been inseparable until graduation finally came around. Brett had fallen in with a pretty bad crowd by that time, already known as the best local purveyor of drugs in their hometown. A rift formed between them after Tom was accepted to some pretentious college in Dallas (if such a thing actually existed), and they soon lost contact after Tom moved away. They were only separated by 60 miles (don't really know the location of the town) of highway, but neither would swallow their pride and visit the other.
Tom's presence was the only thing preventing Brett from embracing a full fledged criminal lifestyle. Once he was gone however, he dove headlong into a life of crime. Brett discovered he actually had quite the knack for more hard hitting crimes, such as extortion, arson, the works. It wasn't long before Brett began amassing a growing list of contacts as well as a personal fortune. With this wealth, he finally accomplished his lifelong dream (as of the age of 22) of starting a strip club in his hometown. The
Sweet Cherry was more successful than he could have ever dreamed, granting him a head the size of the moon. It was only two years ago that Tom came skulking back to town after failing miserably in the real world, broke and unemployed. He'd been trying to launch a career in MMA, but he had failed spectacularly.
Brett decided to let bygones be bygones and offered Tom a job as the bouncer of his fine establishment. Faced with homelessness, it was pretty much Tom's only option. After some tense negotiations, they'd managed to work out a deal and slowly repair their broken friendship. In one fell swopp, Brett had regained his best friend and even obtained decent security for his girls, quite the business deal. Things were going so well too until the outbreak started....
Location At Time Of Outbreak: Allegedly cutting tracks of sugar with a razor in his office.
How did you find our site?: Betch please, I'm one of the first.
Age: 30ish maybe (The Bromaninator keeps this a closely guarded secret)
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Whatever town the rp takes place in
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Good, Evil, or Neutral: Neutrevil?
Strengths: Brett has a personal arsenal due to living in the god blessed sovereign nation of Texas. As the proprietor of the most successful Strip Club, The Sweet Cherry, in whatever town the rp takes place in, Brett's office is stashed with his own personal selection of firearms. He even has his employees armed just in case the patrons get bit a too excited such as every other Friday. Great bulk due to a fantastic work regiment subsisting of all things roid. More business acumen than you'd expect from someone of his standing that's resulted in various criminal connections through the state.
Weaknesses: Being the biggest douchebag you'll ever meet and all that entails. Look at that face, you know you want to punch it already. Various drug addictions (Horse tranquilizers, Komodo Dragon testosterone, etc.), ROID RAGE, Actually quite stupid when you get to the heart of the matter at times.
Weapon(s) Of Choice (Within reason): Custom Winchester Model 1887 shotgun with pistol grip, Colt Anaconda revolver
Personality: If you couldn't tell, Brett is a self confident douchebag of the highest degree. He believes himself to be the pinnacle of human Broness and won't take lip from anyone that suggests otherwise. All women want him and all men want to be him or inside him-er, where was I going with this? Also has quite the gray morality due to a rather harsh upbringing that he's never talked about. Brett also CAN'T STAND PEOPLE DOING OTHER THINGS WHEN THE THING DOING NEEDS TO BE DONE! (Ie: he hates when others beat around the bush or don't focus on the task at hand). Lastly, Brett really does have a soft spot for the girls in his employ despite literally every other thing about him.
History: Brett grew up in whatever town the rp takes place in with his best friend Thomas Reed. Yes, Brett and Tom were quite the rascals growing up in that fine town. They met one fateful day in kindergarten when Brett was being terrorized by local Godzilla abortion Becky Bowman during recess. Bigfoot Bowman they'd call her due to wearing a size 6 men's shoe at age 5. Said foot was planted firmly in Brett's ass until Tom intervened by knocking Becky out with a blow to the temple, courtesy of a baseball bat left out by an irresponsible teacher (Their school wasn't exactly ideal).
From that day on, they'd been inseparable until graduation finally came around. Brett had fallen in with a pretty bad crowd by that time, already known as the best local purveyor of drugs in their hometown. A rift formed between them after Tom was accepted to some pretentious college in Dallas (if such a thing actually existed), and they soon lost contact after Tom moved away. They were only separated by 60 miles (don't really know the location of the town) of highway, but neither would swallow their pride and visit the other.
Tom's presence was the only thing preventing Brett from embracing a full fledged criminal lifestyle. Once he was gone however, he dove headlong into a life of crime. Brett discovered he actually had quite the knack for more hard hitting crimes, such as extortion, arson, the works. It wasn't long before Brett began amassing a growing list of contacts as well as a personal fortune. With this wealth, he finally accomplished his lifelong dream (as of the age of 22) of starting a strip club in his hometown. The
Sweet Cherry was more successful than he could have ever dreamed, granting him a head the size of the moon. It was only two years ago that Tom came skulking back to town after failing miserably in the real world, broke and unemployed. He'd been trying to launch a career in MMA, but he had failed spectacularly.
Brett decided to let bygones be bygones and offered Tom a job as the bouncer of his fine establishment. Faced with homelessness, it was pretty much Tom's only option. After some tense negotiations, they'd managed to work out a deal and slowly repair their broken friendship. In one fell swopp, Brett had regained his best friend and even obtained decent security for his girls, quite the business deal. Things were going so well too until the outbreak started....
Location At Time Of Outbreak: Allegedly cutting tracks of sugar with a razor in his office.
How did you find our site?: Betch please, I'm one of the first.