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About Brandon Valosa

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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. The Eclectic Charm

    Picking up his glass to take another drink Brandon listened to the woman and nodded his understanding, “grew up in this city, on the streets basically,” Brandon admitted as he took in a deep breath thinking of his days as an orphan in the big apple, “a lot has changed, mostly for the better.“ The musician was playing on the harp and singing a song from the sixties called, “the sound of silence.” It was a tune Branden had heard before and thought it was rather ironic as the melancholy lyrics were sung. “So which direction did you come in from,” Brandon asked taking another sip before setting the glass down again, “I arrived a few months ago for the New Haven to look for a job. Not much there after things. It looks much like a ghost town.”
  2. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    Through the fog that was beginning to gather in his mind Brandon heard Altheia’s feminine voice as she made her request. His eyes opened slowly to look at the blonde physician, turning his head towards her face and those beautiful eyes. His were still the unusual shade of blue though the affect of his magic was beginning to subside allowing hits of the hazel that was his norm. He squinted trying to get things into focus and to cut out some of the light as one of his pupils was slightly larger than the other. The pain was growing more intense as the adrenaline levels began to drop and the complete realization of the extent of his injuries began to settle in on him. His head throbbed with every heart beat and the burns tingled in unison. He had slid down slightly in the bed and wanted to straighten out but when he tried to sit up the effort hurt too badly to complete the movement. He continued to look at her and attempted to smile feeling the tightness of dried blood on his face and up again at the woman and felt the to of drying blood on the side of his face. “I, “I can’t afford to pay,” he admitted letting his gaze drop down and he moved uncomfortable, “you probably should take care of the others first.”
  3. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    Thanks for the reminder. I'll have to remember things are a bit slower paced here. Don't have that luxury on other boards so it might take a bit to let that mindset sink in. Altheia Martin will do some healing . The two could work together.
  4. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    So I have a post being worked on now that is associated with this. "Would be Reluctant Hero" . I left some things vague hoping that an investigator would fill in the missing details and might want to find Brandon in the New York Hospital or something. At any rate was starting to see if there was any interests. So far I would have to say no.
  5. Words and Wax

    With eager eyes Brandon took in the contents of the case as the doors were opened and the woman began to unlock the safe. He had heard her mention that they were expensive books, something the would have expected, and dangerous ones, which was something he didn’t quite understand. The light haired man hadn’t grasped she was referring to magic, hadn't associated the brooch with any power especially after a jeweler had told him it was pretty much just costume jewelry without much worth. To him the article had a great deal of worth. It was his only, that and the tattoo on his back, to his past and it was something he wanted to know, wanted to understand deeply. “Coffee would be great,” the Yale gad replied to her question looking up at Rorye, “black with no sugar will be fine, thank you.” Brandon’s eyes sparked as he spoke and the little blue specks in them danced as she brought out the leather bound volume and he took in her explanation of what was placed before him. His expression was one of eager earnestness as he moved in to take a better look at all the artful illustrations and notice the latin sprinkled in on sidebars along the old English verbiage that gathered around the artwork and offered some explanation. His eyes weren’t on the woman now then had locked onto the text as if it had some sort of magic spell in and of itself, some mystical power to draw in his mind and capture his imagination. Brandon’s hazel eyes slowly moved about the open pages reading the words on the page. Looked at a series of circular renderings that were extremely similar to the rubbing he had made then began reading allowed in a voice fairly above a whisper, “tunc custos magica, et pr?,” Brandon began reading the latin heading written by an ancient hand and embellished with the scribes artistic touches of the knots. “Time Magic,” the man said with a bit of surprise, “you really think my knots have something to do with magic?”
  6. The Eclectic Charm

    There was a smile on Jack’s face as he gave her a nod and turned to go about some of the other duties of a man in his position. He started to say something but stopped looking over at the door as the evening entertainment came strolling through the entrance. It was a woman, probably an off worlders based on the rams horns that grew from her head just above her ears. Other than that the the fact she only had four fingers on each hand rather than two one might be forgiven for thinking she was human. Se was carrying a harp of some sort. It was only about a foot and a half tall and about a foot wide with seven strings on each side, obviously not a common instrument for earth. Brandon glanced over as Phoebe as he listened to her only slightly noticing the musician, “Well I can’t argue with that.” He chuckled and took a sip of his beverage and glanced back over to her, "I suppose for some they have found a permanent home but I'm still looking for steady work so that makes it a little more dificult." There was a pause as he grinned and picked up his glass again, "Haven’t been back to New Your in a while, it’s better but to be honest I don’t know what it was like before 2010.” He shifted slightly in his seat and drew in a breath setting the glass of amber liquid down, “so how long have you been in New York?”
  7. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    August 18th, 2020 8:47 pm New York Hospital Brandon’s eyes burst open as he came back to consciousness. He could feel the gurney he was strapped to roll towards the ambulance door and the small wheels drop onto cracked pavement still not repaired after the cataclysmic events that had changed the city of New York and the world forever. The jolt as much as the two EMT’s tried was still jolting to the injured man and he gritted his teeth to keep fro yelling out. His eyes were that dark sodalite blue, the tell tail sign that he had used his abilities that separated him from the average human. He had been walking out towards the harbor and got as close as he could look over the harbor to take a look at the ships and feel the cool breeze coming off the deep waters. There were so many things on his mind as he walked down first street in Brooklyn. The sidewalk was still broken up and and though the road was still usable the paved surface that the occasional vehicle traveled on was in need of much repair with deep pot holes and uneven pavement. In the twilight the shadows were longer but that didn’t seen to bother him. Having found a goldenrod yellow paper flyer hanging on a street corner hours earlier for a part time job on forty-third street to clear out a warehouse at eight o'clock the next day. It would be for ten hours a day for as long as it took. The pay wasn’t much, eight dollars an hour for hard sweaty labor but Brandon would be grateful for any occupation that kept him off the street, food in his belly and the occasional beer. He had worked for about six hours that day helping remove debris from a lot not too far away but that was for only one day. He was still In his work clothes, a worn plaid shirt with red and blue stripes on a white field and a pair of faded jeans that were more than threads but not much better. Turning to his left he made his way across the street onto forty-third and glanced at the dress, “two blocs from the docks,” he said as he read out loud from the advertisement and began walking towards his destination. He hadn’t gotten far before he spotted it, small plumes of whitish grey smoke rising up from a warehouse a block away. Fire, he thought as he rand towards the structure. It was blue thought the paint was chipping and the windows boarded up. The narrow overhead door had been welded shut and replaced with a pair of hinged steel ones. Someone had place a large chain and a padlock on the outside though he could hear the yells for help from the inside and the battering on the door from the other side. The door itself seemed off color somehow and the lock was already a hue of red. Brandon slipped off his backpack and sat it on the edge of the sidewalk near a light pole and ran over to the door looking for a way to unlock the thing. Their desperate cries for help grew louder and the hazel eyed man felt he had little choice. He took off his shirt and held onto it with both hand and grasped the lock just as he phased into his other dimension separating himself from the known world a bit and taking the hot metal lock with him. With a set of clinched jaws and lips pulled up as he grimaced in burning pain he started to move to the side so he could throw the object away safely. Coming back into form as he did hoping no one would notice but too soon as the metal doors flung open under the weight of a centers massive rear hooves. The door closed to him struck singing his right arm and the side of his face as it struck and he went flying loosing the lock in the process and coming to a stop against the side of the building. If the lock had not been as if it were from an oven, not enough to scorched right through the crumpled shirt to char the skin off the palms and fingers of his hands he could have remained in his own dimension as the hoards of trapped outworlders escaped the inferno they were in. Yet he hadn’t and by coming out too soon suffered even more injuries, more burns and lacerations. Numb with the adrenaline that coerced his veins Brandon staggered to his feet and dimension shifted again to walk back in hoping to save at least one more. The smoke was thick and those that had made it out already coughed and choked on the oxygen robbing plumes and made his vision even worse then it normally would have been where he was in an altered state. The pain wanted to make him leave but he could hear what sounded like a child crying finally he saw movement and and the voice faded as the small horned figure slumped to the ground. She couldn’t have been much older then him if that and only about four feet in height. Her hooves feet and furry legs making her stand out even more from most humans. Coming out again he scooped the now unconscious woman up in his arms and then shifted once more to escape the smoke that burned his eyes and singed his throat. Within a few steps he had made it out the doorway and to the sidewalk on the opposite side before he began to set her down by the wall behind the group that he escape that distance. Now visible for a moment he created quite a stir then came the explosion during which he went back into the dimension to cross the street and retrieve his pack before heading somewhere to address his wounds. He didn’t make it far only a block before he collapsed coming back into the three dimensions and forming a heap, shirtless, bruised and burned on the decaying sidewalk. His thoughts returned as the woman EMT that had found him spoke up. “There are those gorgeous eyes,” The words came from the dark haired woman who had first found him curled up in pain not far from the exploded warehouse on a usable but not well kept 43rd street. “What,” he heard the dark man pushing the gurney reply with a chuckle, “you don’t like mine?” He grinned and added a touch of humor, “dark chocolate babe, now that’s where it’s at.” Brandon didn’t respond to either, only checked to make sure his backpack was still there and the small round container was still in his pocket. His wallet was missing but that was understandable as they needed the ID . Then he noticed the bandages, heavy, thick bandages that turned his arms into clubs and wrapped his chest fairly tightly. “That centaur said you saved their lives,” The male EMT said trying to keep the conversation going as he wheeled through the doorway into emergency and even more people in scrubs began to huddle around him. There were many others there who had arrived before him, a virtual who's who of the outworlders. At the moment their glaring eyes still filled with fright offered little in comfort. “But you sure got messed up in the processes hero,” the woman answered sounding as if she was chiding him a little. “Yep and then went ninja like to rescue a girl,” the man with dark curly hair pushing the card replied with a hint to teasing, “just couldn’t leave well enough alone.” He hadn’t got either of their names although he was sure they had said them. The pain was intense and he knew they had given him some sot of injection, just what he wasn’t sure. “Just relax big boy we’ll get you taken care of you Brandon,” he heard again before fading out of conscious again.
  8. Words and Wax

    Brandon watched as she lit the candles feeling a bit more eat ease then he had at fist. Still, unfamiliarity always seemed to unsettle him a little. Trying to watch her and take in the unusual store with his hazel eyes that took on a bit more of a blue hue than normal as he listened to her instructions and moved behind her letting his pack slip off one shoulder and then into his awaiting right hand. It was a practiced movement one he had performed many times before. The man’s eyes widened as he saw the collection of books that looked even older than those that Yale offered in their tomes. He glanced from side to side following the woman’s description of what he would find lining the shelves around him. Brandon took in a deep breath as he switched the bag over to his other hand before seeing it down gently on the clean wooden floor. “Thank you Rorye,” the man replied with a nod as he fixed his eyes once again on the attractive woman. He offered and a broad smile to her as he replied, “my name is Brandon.” He drew in a breath and added feeling a bit anzious about the task before him, “I had no idea there were so many books on Celtic knots, Yale only had a handful.” He nodded again and turned towards the books in the glass doored cabinet glancing at the well worn titles trying to make a decision based on something, just what he wasn’t exactly sure. Brandon reached back into the same pocket he had put his hand in earlier and withdrew a small folded paper and turned back towards the woman as he carefully unfolded it. He had repurposed a portion of a flyer, white paper with inked black words on one side and on the other blank side he had carefully taken a soft pencil lead to take an impress of the knots that encircled the stone of his brooch. Glancing at the image first he held the small offering out towards the woman, “perhaps you have seen these knots before,” Brandon stated hoping she didn’t mind assisting him a bit more, “what’s in the fun cabinet?”
  9. The Eclectic Charm

    Brandon lifted his glass of amber liquid as he looked on Phoebe and offered genuine smiled to the woman, “Lager of the Lakes is one of my favorites.” He looked over at the baling man then toon a sip of his adult beverage before setting it back down. “Coming right up,” the bar tender said placing a pint under the tap and letting the brew slosh around inside the crystal cylinder until the head was deep and foamy. He picked up an napkin as he headed over towards the woman to place the drink down before her, “I’m Jack by the way, the regular crowd gets here in a bit.” The man on the stool drew in a deep breath as he waited for the bark tender to finish, “looks like your carrying your home with you too,” he offered motioning towards his own black pack, apparently he had far less belongings than the new arrival.
  10. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    So here are some additional thoughts. With the violence against outworlders perhaps Brandon hears cries for help and goes to see what he can do. (I'm thinking of an arson fire in say a warehouse filled with outworders.) Brandon tries to help say by making a way for them to escape and in doing so is pretty severely injured himself. GSW, burns that sort or thing. He would then come in contact with law enforcement, perhaps healed by someone with that ability or taken to a hospital to be examined or admitted. This could start a chain of JPs really involving different characters interacting with him. Just throwing out some ideas to see if there is any interest.
  11. Words and Wax

    Through the slight glare caused by golden rays of morning sun that filtered through made the tall building that surrounded the occult bookstore Branden caught the movement as hands lit candles and swirling puffs of smoke arose for the burning incense. Through the marque window Brandon eyed a woman as she lit the sign that announced her ship was accepting patrons. He had been walking down Ninth street intent on his morning stroll hoping to find some odd job or even permanent work that paid enough to live. The click of his shoes against the hard pavement on the sidewalk had acted like a metronome moving him on though with no place in particular to go. Most of the surface had been replace recently, a testimony to the severity of life in their brave new world. Adjusting the shoulder strap of his black backpack Brandon hesitated before making the decision to open the door and face his fear of the unknown. For a moment he felt in his pocket for an object that remained hidden then decided to move forward through the portal into the unknown. Brandon smiled at the dark haired woman who had opened the door and gave her a nod, “good morning miss do,” there was a slight hesitation as he pondered his words, “do you have any books on Celtic knots?” His hazel eyes gazed at the woman, clear but with a faint hint of nervousness, the feeling one gets when setting out to discover something you're afraid to find out about.
  12. The Eclectic Charm

    August 16th, 2020 6:45pm The Eclectic Brandon sat with the heels of his leather shoes propped up on the metal rod that ran the distance of the bar and and glanced around at the relatively empty establishment known as The Eclectic. It was small Bar in Middletown that had caught his attention. Just as the name indicated the establishment was put together from the remains of several pubs and breweries scavenged after the events of the last ten years. Pictures lined the wall of happier times taken from the ruins of watering holes that had fallen victim to the calamities that had stricken the city and it’s burbs as well as the world. On one of the wall was even a dart board used to hold up a few frameless photos of patrons pinned in place by the darts acting as tacks. The chairs and tables were a mix and match variety all made to fit together with a little paint and care to bring the community back from the clutches of disaster. Painted on the Marque under it’s unusual name were the words, “Spirits Lifted and Hearts Fed Here.” Even the bar stools were a mix of designs and colors as they lined up around the smooth counter. The light fixtures were just as eclectic as the rest of the place and somehow it all looked as if it belonged just the way it was. “Here you go Brandon,” the man behind the raised counter said with a cheerful tone, “one Lager of the Lakes off tap.” He chuckled, “you order something different every time you go somewhere don’t you?” The Yale graduate chuckled and nodded his assent, “my taste is as eclectic as your bar.” He shifted slightly as he checked to make sure his black backpack was still right where he left in, on the floor in front of the stool. Brandon’s hazel eyes danced as he looked at the light amber offering as it sat atop a simple white paper napkin with the word Eclectic printed in large bold letters. The man looked back at the the bar tender and raised an eyebrow, “you chill your lager in storage don’t you?” For a moment the man looked puzzled as his eyes widened, “and how did you know that.” He shook his head still leaving what remained of his blonde hair that had not fallen prey to his male pattern baldness, “we stored it in the ice box freezer because we didn’t have enough room in the cellar for it.
  13. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    So you may have noticed Brandon is currently unaffiliated. That does not mean he will stay that way. I have an idea where Brandon gets injured, perhaps shot because he either is targeted because of being an Altered human, (actually he's an outworlder but at this point he thinks he is human) or tries to stop something using his powers and gets hurt do to poor timing on his part. This will alert several types of people and perhaps open a chance for him to meet people from various factions. Here are some examples as groups that might be interested. Government and Law Enforcement: Brandon has a Doctoral degree as a Forensic Investigation Specialist from Yale and trying to land his first job. ARMA: He does have a magic item and has magic abilities, that combined with his education might be enough to get them interested. PHAROS: Well he does have abilities, the magic item and his training might come in handy. ORDER OF FIRST LIGHT: Again magic item they might want to collect, perhaps not so interested in him other then that unless they think he might be useable for something. BAKKHOS: His ability to slip through walls invisibly might be useful but don't count on him doing this for them willingly. That said, Government/Law and ARMA have the best chance but that does not mean others cannot try to convince him. This could be in several thread involving each faction individually or members of different ones together. Let me know what you think! Trevor

    So we doing this? lol Brandon likes a good beer and bars. Might vanish about the time the fight starts though....
  15. Need Some Healing?

    Hay would be happy to JP with you... if you can handle doing it with a guy from Indiana. Have some ideas and your healing would probably come in handy too.