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May, 2010... Fantasy became reality. Worlds overlay for the briefest moment. Outworlders became stranded on earth as more than half the human populace vanished. Our World, our universe, was transformed.

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Brandon Valosa

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About Brandon Valosa

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    Nicely Seasoned


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    Veil Crosser
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    Unemployed, Forensic Investigation Specialis
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    New York City
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    Hight: 5’, 11”

    Weight: 162

    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.
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    Brooch and paper: Of themselves they are rather benign but together they become a magical item intended to give information to Brandon about his past and who he really is. It also contains a map to his actual homeward and information regarding why he was in a place for the resonance to take him to earth.

    When the brooch is placed in the center of the rectangular paper things become visible in both two and three dimensional manor both on and above the paper. When this happens the first thing seen is a handwritten letter telling Brandon some information about his past, the planet he is from and why he does not remember. When the broach is rotated to the right something else else is revealed. For instance the letter will vanish and be replaced with spherical magical markings intended to lead him home. Each time the brooch is turned in a clockwise direction it reveals other informations and magical marks designed for Brandon’s edification.

    [b]Note:[/b] It is important to know that Brandon has no idea there is any magical potential to these items. He dies know that they were in a pocket of his grimy and tattered pants when he was found during the Resonance event. It should also be noted that this is the only powers that the items have and that Brandon may be needed to activate it powers. Although he may have this information he will never be able to actually make it home, permanently stranded on Earth.

    <b>Dimensional shift:</b> Brandon can shift his entire body into a dimension that offers him intangibility. That is because he is not within the same dimension as the three we commonly think of. He can move through solid objects such as walls and other barriers as if they are not there. This also offers him invisibility as in not being able to be seen while within this parallel dimension. It also means he is impervious to attacks that are outside of this 4th dimension. He can hear and see to some extent while using this power. Words spoken seem as though they are distant and in a tunnel while his vision is like looking though a less then completely transparent glass, slightly distorted and a little unclear. While in this dimension he cannot talk to others or communicate with them.

    <i>Low Level:</i> Shifting by himself for less then two minutes can be done up to 20 times within a 24 hour period with virtually no effect other then draining his energy and making him extremely tired.

    <i>Medium Level:</I> Shifting by himself for three to ten minutes at a time can only be done 10 times within a 24 hour period and will cause him to become extremely exhausted. He will need to rest ten minutes after each use.

    <i>High Level:</i> Shifting by himself for 11 to 25 minutes at a time can only be done twice in a 24 hour period and will cause him to need to rest 20 minutes after each use.

    Brandon can take a single individual into this dimension. This does however double the drain on him. This effectively cuts down the number of times he can perform the feat in half per 24 hour period and doubles the amount of time necessary to recover. So at a low level he can only perform it 10 times a day and at the high level it can only be done once a day and requires 40 minutes of rest to recover.

    Additional limitations to his shifting include if he comes out of this state too soon he can become trapped in whatever he may be passing though which could if not would be fatal.

    This can however be a form of attack in that he could grasp ahold of someone, take them into this dimension and pull them into a solid structure. If he were to let go the result could cause serious harm, loss of limbs and even death. Of course his success in this is dependent on several factors. The abilities of the person he who is the intended target. While the other person is in this state he is vulnerable to their attack as they are in this dimension with him and he could then become the victim of his own attack. There is also the potential seeing he would have to come out of the dimension to grasp the person of being harmed while attempting to grasp the individual. This is an extremely risky, and for Brandon desperate maneuver that although he is aware of the potential has seldom even thought about trying.

    <i>Medium Level:</i> Mental telepathic shield: Telepaths while in the altered state provided by shifting in the dimension are unable to read him. While outside of the dimension Brandon’ thoughts and emotions are difficult but not impossible for skilled telepaths to detect. However those with touch telepathy that he willingly allows to do so can read his thoughts without interference.
    PhD in Metaphysical Micro Biology and Forensic Investigation Yale University, Class of 2019
    MS in Forensic Science, Syracuse University, class of 2017
    BS in Forensic Biology, Syracuse University, Class of 2015

    Mixed Martial Arts training: Brandon has received a few years of martial arts training while attending Syracuse University. His skills would earn him a second degree black belt in the MMA system.
    Before May of 2010 and the Nevus event there is no history of Brandon. He cannot remembers anything before finding himself in a alleyway off Junction Boulevard. The boy appeared to be only about eight years old though later it was determined he was eleven. A man also in the alleyway claimed that before the even he had never seen the boy and that he, “suddenly appeared out of nowhere, right in the middle of everything. Another woman that was outside the alleyway claims to have seen him, “flickering into existence and that his back was smoldering as if on fire.

    Brandon recalls being in the alleyway and looking over watching a man change into an elf before his eyes and feeling like his back was on fire. Not long afterwords a woman named, Sarah Hensley, spotted him curled up against the crumbling wall of a building looking dazed and afraid. She was one of the cities first responders though with government in such upheaval and so much distraction she had little to offer the survivors. It took her and others three days to finally catch the frightened boy as he ran as hard as he could avoiding people and vanishing out of their sight as he turned around an alleyway or darted in and out of broken buildings.

    His belongings were simple and quite puzzling once Sarah was able to calm the boy down and convince him she wasn’t going to hurt him. He had on a pair of tattered blue pants that didn’t fit well with tears in the legs and fit loosely around his skinny waist. The shirt he had was a stripped button front collard shirt where the collar was half off and so many buttons were missing that only three remained. Both sleeves were a mess, the left was completely gone and the right torn off just below his bloodied elbow. Then the was the tell tale burnt circle on his back revealing the tattoo between his shoulder blades. In his right front pocket was a neatly folded piece of paper and within it a round broach that mirrored in design the tattoo.

    The boy was taken to what remained of an overcrowded hospital and after a long wait was found to be in relatively good health considering his ordeal. Malnourished and with minor injuries Brandon seemed a rather typical lad that because of his malnutrition appeared younger than he should. It was determined that he was actually eleven years old but with the communications grid down and no services of any kind there wasn’t a method to find out who his parents were. The final conclusion was that Brandon had been a homeless child and that now he was to be considered an altered human.

    There was no welfare system and with no organized foster care system for him to become a part of Brandon Valosa, a name given to him because they couldn’t understand what the boy was saying, to a couple who had survived the ordeal.

    From there e was bounced around from group to group as their ability to care for a growing boy would ebb and flow. Most of these temporary arrangements were fairly good but there were those filled with violence and abuse which left both physical and mental scars on the growing youth.

    Brandon was a bright and inquisitive child that quickly learned to adapt and gather information though he faced many difficulties. He only appeared to know a few words in Latin, Spanish and some languages that no one else seemed to know anything about.

    By the winter of 2011 Brandon was in his fifth group of survivors. Most of these arrangements offered him some form of education though nothing organized and books were hard to come by. He tried really hard but struggled with sentence structure and verb usage. At first it was thought that he might have some form of dyslexia but by June of 2012 his communication skills had improved dramatically.

    Brandon never complained about his treatment though many of the people he was with were abusive in many ways. He had leaned the lesson that if he said something things would only get worse and running away didn’t solve anything, it often put him in a worse situation. There were no social workers, school nurses and teachers to report incidents if violence and abuse towards children and so it would continue until someone with enough courage and strength intervened and they might be as brutal as those they were trying to protect him from.

    Later as formal schools began to function Brandon was tested and earned a scholarship to the newly reopened Syracuse University. He may have been there on a scholarship but it was hardly enough pay tuition let alone provide food and board. Needing a place to stay and a way to get food he was offered a room not far from the campus above a Mixed Martial Arts studio. The manager, Salomao Guo, agreed to allow him to stay there if he would do all the cleaning cooking and assist in teaching the classes. The man was of Chinese heritage but was himself an altered human. He began training Brandon in all the forms of martial arts he knew which really boost his self esteem.

    On January 7, 2014 was at the rally for altered humans and in New York City. He was only mildly injured but many around him lost their lives. He saw how the police and first responders that came to help after the bombing.

    2018 brought the Resonance Wave. ON November 2 Brandon was in is first year of his Ph.D and was at Yale when the event happened. He saw the fear and the damaged caused by the event and used his abilities as best he could to help his fellow students and staff. The result was devastating for both the infrastructure and the people. Though he wasn’t looking for recognition he was unprepared for the loss of friends and shunning that happened afterwards. Brandon never talked about his abilities and now that people at his university knew their fear and hatred became quite evident.

    At the end of the 2019 school year Brandon graduated with high honors. He had tried to find jobs locally using his education but has been shut out of the surrounding communities and has chosen to return to New York. He was there for the eerie Blood Moon on November 11 and did what he could though he was not a part of the official response. He was hospitalized several times for exhaustion though physically unharmed by the lycanthrope attacking the city.

    Currently Brandon is trying to get interviews with agencies that could use his skills and as of yet he has not found a position. He has been volunteering as he can and taking odd jobs to sustain himself. He is staying in a cheep hotel in Queens hoping to at least get an interview somewhere.


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    Date: Aug 7, 2020
    Time: 4:37pm

    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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  1. Brandon Valosa

    Concerns and Hopes

    January 10, 2022 Time: 1:30 PM Brandon stepped out of the warm taxicab into the cold New York Winter and took in a deep breath. The man was unemployed once again as construction jobs had dried up as the temperature dropped. Snow fell gently around him as he pulled the collar up on the warm black coat he was wearing as he stood outside the ARMA building. He was told it was the former Federal Reserve building, not that he knew anything really about that. For a moment he stood there admiring the old grey brick structure. He gazed up at the tall arched blackened windows loomed far above his head as he gazed upwards. The building was a fortress. Rumors about the magic that guarded it and how members would hunt for and take magical artifacts from their owners. What brought him there was his brooch, oddly enough, a magical item that he feared they might want to take from him, and the paper in which it was folded. Something had happened while examining it that really threw his mind for a loop and he needed answers. There was something else, something that perhaps was even more important, the prospect of a Job. The Sandy-haired man had polished his resume hoping that perhaps they would find his skills useful, even if he was a novice. Having graduated at Harvard was no small achievement but landing that first job in his field had proved to be elusive. His inexperience, lack of memory regarding his past and perhaps the fact that he had a gift other human didn’t could all have plaid a factor, course he now knew he wasn’t. Finding out he was an Offworlder was a shock. He had always believed what had been assumed about him that he had been changed into what he was now rather than just being displaced from where he had been. What was even odder is that it had all been planned. Brandon’s parents had carefully crafted his escape feeling that a strange new world and the loss of all his previous memories would be better for him than the prison he had been placed in. The sacrifice that it entailed for his parents was beyond his comprehension, the desperation that would drive them to forever be separated from a son they loved rather than see him unfairly and wrongfully treated. Walking into the publically available area of the first floor he gazed up at the painted arch ceiling that gave it a look that reminded Brandon of a cathedral. For a while, he pretended to be just another curious visitor among the tourists. He had noticed the guards, the magus that kept the visitors from venturing too far into the facility and how they kept an eye on everyone, especially him, or was that something he was imagining. “I hope Alec is in,” he said softly to himself as he gathered the courage to approach the large reception area. Alec Walker was the only ARMA person he knew and for the moment trusted. He knew more about his little treasure than anyone and perhaps his finding could help in some way. Even with the prospect of finding the man he met at the book store the other matter, that of getting placed in a position where he might be able to do some good lurked in the back of his mind. He flashed a nervous smile as he approached a blonde haired receptionist that seemed to be the friendliest of those working the desk, "Hello, my name is Brandon Valosa." He breathed and then continued, "do you know if Alec Walker is in?" The woman smiled and shook her head, "I'm sorry sir I don't believe Mr. Walker is expecting you." "No, I'm sure he's not," Brandon replied, "I just need to talk to him, it's, it's important."
  2. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon laughed openly seeing Boone pick up a pancake as he did, “you might want to consider a roast beef and cabbage sandwitch with these as the bun.” He was teasing of course but hay if fast food places can do waffles and regular pancakes why not these masterpieces?” “Call it the Boxty and hoof special.” Brandon was on a roll and he had a few others up his sleeve, “take a banger and wrap it one of these like a hot dog bun. “Maybe I’ll start a cooking class.” Brandon’s eyes followed over to the bartender as he chuckled at his words, “I’ll sign up for that if I can learn to make slow cooked corned beef and Boxty.” “Brooch eh?” “Are we talkin’ like cameo hoity toity or like... kaboom kind of thing? “Were talking grandma style round brooch with hoity toity decorative knots around a fake blue stone, supposed to look like a sapphire.” Brandon chuckled to himself at the other man’s curiosity in his keepsake, “no kaboom, costume jewelry I think they called it.” He drew in a breath as he squared another piece of pancake with his fork tines, “so why are you so interested in my mother’s brooch, it’s not worth anything but sentimental value?” Actually, he had a good idea that people might like to steel the thing, that’s why he was playing down as if it had no value to anyone other than him. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at Boone, “you might be even more interested in, why I love Irish food so much if I don’t know for sure I’m Irish?” It was an attempt to get Boone off the trail of the brooch and Brandon was sure the potato pancake maker was already aware of that. Still, it was worth a shot and he was going to take it. He glanced over at Althia and grinned, “Bridget’s kitchen, she sure could feed a hungry boy.”
  3. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon had glanced in the kitchen to see how Boone was coming along and watched as the pancakes of potatoes plates and threw the griddle around by its hot surface as if it was as cool as cellar cooled tuber. His eyes widened and then his brow furrowed but he didn’t say a word knowing that the world he lived in allowed people to do feats that others could not. His smile broadened and the expression turned to normal as he saw the bar owner emerge with his creations, “look at those beauties.” Casting a glance at Althea the man gave her a big grin, “hope you’re ready for a masterpiece of flavor.” The smile on his face couldn’t have been bigger as his gaze turned back to the browned potatoes that occupied the plates. "Do you cook?" Brandon’s gaze came back to Boones and his eye twinkled, “I sure wish I could cook but what I manage to do is burn my food though I’m better over an open flame like a campfire.” "I'm wondering if the way to a girl's heart might not also be food, I mean. These are really freaking good.” Oh great, Branden thought as he watched the woman, lost her already. He just shook his head and chuckled, “most Iris food is amazing.” "I might have to take some cooking lessons." Brandon chuckled as he glanced over at the woman, "I should join you on that." Taking in a deep breath and allowing the smile on his face to become a little wry, “alright," Brandon said as he grabbed his fork and knife, “I said I’d let you decide if I’m Irish or not so here it goes.” Brandon glanced between the three others around and he nodded, "the Resonance is my earliest memory so I’ll have to start there.” The man shook his head as he recalled the ordeal, “I watched a man not ten feet from me change from a human into an elf in an alley.” The man drew in a breath and continued preparing to slice off a piece of the fantastic edibles before him, “evidently I was living on the street and there are no records of my parents.” Brandon slid the tines of his fork into a small portion of a potato pancake, ‘there is one clue I have, just one, a brooch I believe was my mothers.”
  4. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon’s head tilted as he saw the man’s antics and the catapult over the bar from his question. He chuckled and shook his head trying his best not to laugh at the man. He glanced over at the blonde sitting next to him and grinned as he muffled the humor that wanted to escape. "I'm so glad both of you know what that is and have something to bond over.” "I guess the way to a man's heart really is his stomach.” The man nodded as he chuckled, “well we do like to eat but there are other ways to our hearts.” He watched as Boone disappeared into the kitchen and listened to the other man’s banter as he started to cook and the aroma escaped into the bar area. “We need to get someone who can make this stuff… besides me.” Brandon looked over the Blue and just shook his head, “not sure if that’s necessary,” he took a breath in, "there probably isn’t that much demand for potato pancakes.” When the bar owner asked how many he wanted Brandon started to speak and looked over at Altheia and held up four fingers but didn’t get the words out before Boone made his own decision as to how many they would get. He chuckled and looked down for a moment before looking back up, “smells really good.” He saw the woman blush as Boone said she had slept over and hadn’t eaten his pancakes. Brandon chuckled and blushed himself. He hadn’t thought Altheia lived a chased life finding out she had been with the man and her reaction had brought about even more humored and yet a little uncomfortable. "I.... I didn't have that bad of a hangover. I mean.... I've had worse hangovers..." "Probably will have a worse hangover...." “I got some secrets on that,” Brandon said with a grin trying to distill her discomfort, “but food does help.” "You Irish mate?" "Yeah, are you Irish." The aroma was making his mouth start to water and was taken off guard a little by their question but he quickly, “Tell you what, you come out with those boxties and I’ll let you decide.”
  5. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    “Haven’t had any experience with Zombies.” "I don't think I'd ever want to have a run in with zombies. Though.... it would be kind of interesting to find out if I could heal a zombie bite...." Brandon smiled and chuckled, “I suppose it might seem like morbid curiosity.” He shook his head and looked back over at Boone in time to see him kick the music box. Sorry, kinda feeling that drink a little." He looked back at the blonde he had been smitten with and nodded as he picked up his glass of beer, “from a rum and coke?” Brandon tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow before offering a broad smile, “you eat a little and that feeling will go away.” “You know what helps with the tipsies? Bar food.” Letting his gaze travel over to Boone as he offered his advice Brandon grinned and took another drink from his glass. He glanced over at Altheia with a knowing look then back to Boon as he spoke again. “There’s a reason bar food is hearty. Eat some food before you fall down. Not everyone is a functional drunk like me.” "There see both of us can't be wrong about that," the man seated at the bar took another sip and swallowed it. Brandon remembered an act of kindness from a woman when he was much younger and on the run and gave a more thoughtful smile. He placed his glass done on the bar before speaking again, “do you have bacstaí?”
  6. Brandon Valosa

    Would Be Reluctant Hero

    "So what you're saying is that you ARE a psycho killer.” There was a wry smile on Brandon’s face as he heard her words. He knew she was teasing and really didn’t mind. Life was often harsh so any chance to escape the horrors was gladly taken. "I think it's perfect. Bowling is my favorite sport." Brandon’s grinned broadly and shook his head as he watched her yawn. “Then I’m going to have to make things a bit more exciting.” He chuckled and his eyes sparkled as he put on the garment pulling in down with his hands and taking a deep breath. It fit fairly well surprisingly just a bit tight in the shoulders. The man shook his head and laughed, “Quite flattering don’t you think?” “Perhaps I should have photos taken in it?” Tilting his head slightly he motioned with his hand towards the exit, “ready to go or do I have some paperwork to fill out?”
  7. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon watched and Boone began his sarcastic teacher mode and listened carefully but wasn’t too concerned the man would start something. His head tilted slightly doing his best not to become too annoyed with the arrogance being displayed. “This… is Mexican Coke. As you know, Mexico, or the ability to get to Mexico or even WANT to go to Mexico because it's zombie-land no longer exists… The ability to bottle this shit, no longer exists. It’s bottled in glass, which preserves the flavor bite, and it's slightly sweeter. It’s preferred for Jack and Cokes, and rum and Cokes. You add a spiced rum and it’s arguably better than drunk sex. There are a half dozen bottles left in the known world. One of which, you… Altheia, my dear, just drank. Which means, if you followed the math I mentioned just moments before I poured you a glass of my mama’s Irish beer instead of getting all cranky-pants...” In spite of his best efforts Brandon a smile began to play with the edges of his mouth. As he heard the man refer to him as “cranky-pants.” It seemed sort of ironic seeing how cranky the accuser seemed to be himself. Brandon breathed normally allowing the man to make his teaching lesson uninterrupted, from him at least. “…you would know the GOOD shit, is what I just gave both of you.” That wasn’t the point and Brandon knew that much. It was how Boone made his appearance and how he worded things, how he seemed to disrespect Altheia was where he was coming from. The corners of his mouth crept up even more. “You… yourself… Altheia, and only Altheia, can order five more. Half dozen left, minus the one you drank, is five. There are only five more left in the world, and Blue here will save them for you. Unless you don’t want them. In which case I’ll sell them to someone. For a lot of money ....because I don’t really feel like going back to Mexico. And I still owe you, so... we're even maybe.” ‘Even?,’ Brandon thought as he listened carefully to the man. “There’s zombies there, and one bit me.” The smile on Brandon’s face had grown even further in spite of the schooling from the man on the other side of the bar, ‘seemed to explain things,’ he thought listening to the end of the rant. “Anywho, I’ll leave you two to your date. That beer,” he pointed at the tap he’d poured from. “is the tap only I give permission to use. Mama was Irish. This was her bar, and she made the best beer in the world. There’s not much of it left and it’s the best shit in the house, only for friends. But, if you don’t want to be my friends, I get it. I’m an unapologetic asshole... but at least I'm a dick with great booze.” Brandon watched him walk away and took in a deep breath and chuckled, “guess I read that wrong.” He looked over at the blonde woman and smiled, “sorry, thought I was doing the right thing.” He glanced back over at the Boone as he talked on the phone near the jukebox and waved for him to come back over with a smile. “Wonder if we can exchange stories,” Brandon began looking back over at Altheia, “haven’t had any experience with Zombies.”
  8. Brandon Valosa

    Would Be Reluctant Hero

    "You don't have to bring it back. Trust me that more often than not when people forget something here they typically don't come back to get it. It's a very rare occurrence. Plus, who doesn't like free things?" The fact was Brandon loved free things, finding abandoned things on his way from one place to another was the closest thing to Christmas he could imagine. Each was a surprise, some good but mostly bad seeing it was left behind for a reason. Those that were good may have been left due to lack of space or too heavy as its owner needed to lighten their load. He smiled and nodded his assent to the truth of her statement then watched as moved towards the doorway. Quickly he grabbed his belongings moved to the side of the bed to stand casually checking his pants pocket one more time for his treasured keepsake before making it to his feet. He was just a little behind Altheia as she headed her make the request for a nurse to clean up after them and looked back momentarily to ensure he hadn’t left anything he shouldn’t have and then began stepped into the hall realizing he was bare from the waist up. "Why would I change my mind?” "You're not some guy who makes it look like he's a hero, but when in reality you're some psycho killer?" At first, Brandon thought about making some smart comeback, something about him just being a lady killer and thought better of it through the smirk still crossed his face, “I’m not even claiming the first part of that.” he admitted as he began his search through the box of left-behinds. Grabbing the collar of a polo style short sleeve shirt he raised it up and studied it for a moment. On the back was an add for Starlight Bowling emblazoned in white on the navy blue surface. Beneath a picture of a ball striking a group of white pins with a red stripe near and eyes underneath with mouths that gave the impression that they were in pain from the impact. “How about this one?” He chuckled as he pulled it out of the box, “from the font it doesn’t look so bad.” Holding up the garment so Altheia could see the plane front and then turned it around revealing the cartoony image on the back.
  9. Brandon Valosa

    Would Be Reluctant Hero

    "Alright. I don't suppose it could hurt anything.” Brandon grinned widely though he had reservations. He pondered all the problems borrow something, anything, It made you indebted to whomever you borrowed from. Taking something with the expectancy that it would be returned would lock him into staying in the area at least until he had the chance to do so. With the prospect of going out to eat with this woman, the downside seemed like a small price. “Then let’s see what I might be able to borrow,” the man replied almost too eagerly, “I promise to bring it back.” The image in his mind as to what they might have that he could wear was horrifying. Something with printed words declaring some hate-filled sentiment or indicate a change in his perceived gender, neither of them was something he would look forward to. Brandon chuckled and drew in a deep breath, “let’s do this before you change your mind.”
  10. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon nodded at the bartender as she brought his brew and gave her a quick smile before turning his attention back to the blonde nurse sitting next to him. His smile broadened and he Listened intently to every word. She had helped him out when he really needed it using her powers to do so and was kind to him, Besides her winning looks, it was enough to win his affection. “Being in my apartment all the time, aside from the hospital, is getting kind of boring.” “I hear you there,” the man replied with a slight chuckle. He played with his glass by lightly tapping the sides as he loosely clasped the base and the edge of his hand rested on the counter. “I can get that way from time to time.” "So what have you been up to? Anything interesting?" “Actually I found some steady work,” Brandon replied with a smile, “the rest I’ll need to fill you in on a….” Brandon’s thoughts were called away not so much by the laughter as by the unusual directions given the bartender regarding the coke. He glanced back over at her admiring her gentle blonde curls and taking in a deep breath before looking back at the man as he purposely brought a seat over to set his himself directly in front of them as if they wanted his company. Brandon watched as he poured the extra beer he hadn’t ordered. "Try that one" Brandon merely watched as the man poured himself a tall one and then spoke again. "So what brings ya'll here besides boredom?" “Well I had planned to find a great place to kick back and down a few beers,” Brandon began, “thought I might make some new friends, shoot some pool, drop some money in the jukebox and have some great food for dinner,” he hesitated for a moment letting what he said sink in a bit, “but I don’t accept drinks from people who insult women and the rest of what I came here for is the good shit and I save that for friends.” His eyes never left the Boone as he spoke to his friend, “you ready to go Althia?”
  11. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    Brandon’s face lit up as if someone had thrown a switch and the bulb had turned on, “Altheia!’ Most of his teeth could be seen in his broad grin as he stood and offered her the stool next to his, “I’m doing great.” Music from the jukebox began but Brandon could care less, more intent on the woman who had joined him. His arm started to come up as if to give the woman a hug but thought but then thought better of it. The man’s eyes twinkled as he walked back to his seat, “what brings you here?” As he spoke he caught sight of the bartender approaching and smiled listening to her come up, “I’ll take a stout off the tap if you’ve got it and I’ll pay for whatever she wants.”
  12. Brandon Valosa

    Would Be Reluctant Hero

    “Not much I can assure you,” Brandon replied with a smile. He examined the destroyed henley shirt charred by the heat with gaping holes making the garment rather unwearable, a leather wallet so thin and worn it embarrassed even its owner, and of course keys to his room at the hostel. Brandon chuckled as he looked closer at the damaged garment, “guess I could make a short sleeve shirt out of it.” He shook his head, “I think I got a pair of scissors.” Realizing he was talking out loud he rolled his eyes and turning a deep red hue, “never mind, I can work a day and get enough to replace it.” He gazed back at the blonde woman who had been so kind, “the offer still stands Altheia, let’s get something to eat, right after I get another shirt.”
  13. Brandon Valosa

    Roll With It

    The bell chimed as Brandon pulled on the glass door's metal handle. He had noticed the name emblazoned on the door and the marque of the establishment, Slainte, but paid little attention to it. The fact it was a bar with a beer that could be bought was all he really cared. His eyes glanced around the place and a smile crossed his face as he made his way to the bar. It was just the sort of place he wanted to be in, a place that looked more friendly than the snooty upscaled one his lunch had been spent in. It was the second bar he had been in that day. His lunch was at one that didn't really didn't seem to suit his fancy. The place was too upscale for his less than refined taste and even the fish and chips had an odd seasoning which he left half eaten and even less appreciated. The whole day had been a loss. Without work for the day his melancholy mood made it's way closer to the surface. He pressed the rolled sleeves of his black button up collard shirt up as he slid onto a stool and rested a palm on the edge of the smooth bar. Breathing in deeply he inhaled the smoke-laden air and eased forward until his forearms rested on the wooden surface.
  14. Hay Boone


    Want do a thread with Brandon? Right now he could go for a beer. lol 


    Just finding out he's not human has left him in a funk and, well, he likes bars anyway. lol

    1. Boone (Paddy) Fitzpatrick

      Boone (Paddy) Fitzpatrick

      Should do a pub crawl and come to Boone's pub! 

  15. Hay there


    Saw you were looking for threads. Any idea what you could do with Branden? Just a crazy idea I guess but you have multiple characters and I'm sure we could come up with something.




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    2. Brandon Valosa

      Brandon Valosa

      lol ok so let's iron out some ideas then. I just have the one character. so let's look at what you think would be a good match?

    3. Bo Salvatierra

      Bo Salvatierra

      I would say to look at the major site story arcs and figure out how your character fits into them- that will help guide which character he could interact with.  Meeting up in a "cold call" situation is great for conversation, but I've found it doesn't connect my chars into anything deeper that could lead to more threads.  I would suggest the Outworlder threads.  Calder, Durion, Rhyse are in that one.  He could also link with anything Pharos because of his artifact- Boone, maybe Darius as well.  The collapse of ARMA and rash of assassinations in the Order may also affect him if he starts to show any type of magic affinity- Rhome and Raeden are tied into that.

    4. Brandon Valosa

      Brandon Valosa

      Currently, he is in New York City. Brandon is working for a company that restores houses though he has a degree from Harvard, the new one so not nearly as good as it would have been before the Resonance, and has been looking for work with the police as a forensic scientist/investigator. 


      Writing with Boone at the moment and enjoying that. 


      If you have read any of the threads he has been in Brandon has just learned he is an outworlder.  Up until that time he believed he was an altered human.  The artifact he has will certainly place him in the magic area seeing he just used it in a bookstore, see "Words in Wax." There was somone from ARMA present when he did it as well.


      Hope this helps.



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