Name:
Brandon C. Crowley
Nickname and other titles:
Mr. Crowley, though he dislikes being called something so formal. Not to mention that's how people referred to his late father, it's his father's title not his.
Caligula, his middle name and a common nickname used by all.
Bran, pretty easy to pick up seeing as it's a shortened version of his name. It's only been used by his family and close friends.
Age:
He turned eighteen a month prior to the RP.
Gender:
Male
Rank [If Human or not?]:
Human...
Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
The most important things to Brandon are the values his father has passed to him. Honor and Duty. It is his responsibility to adhere to these virtues, to pay respect to the man who raised him and to his fellow man.
Honor has led him to do what is right regardless of the situation. Almost to the point of naivete at times, but he is no fool... Just dense, blind to things. He is well read and knowledgeable about many things, history being his favorite. Verbal spars and intelligent conversation over philosophy, and simple life matters are always enjoyable in his opinion with a cup of tea at his side.
Duty has led him to do many... Less than ideal things. Duty in his opinion holds power over honor. Honor helps sway your actions, but duty dictates your whole life. It's his responsibility to what is right yes, but duty forces people to do more for the sake of others and himself.
Brandon is a quiet and reserved man, whose face never gives anything away. Always the serious type though he once held a joyous gleam in his eye, that was until his father passed. His once well known bright cheer now overshadowed by pessimism. Brandon views the world glass half empty, his mind always drifting to cynical thoughts, it's a running joke throughout town that all Brandon can do much now and days is brood and sulk.
Though truth be told, he is merely sad.
Description:
A stern looking young man with a long face, and stoney tired grey eyes. Standing at 5'10", with a rather average build. His muscle is lean, obviously meant for stamina and more strenuous work. His hair is a dark brown, practically black unless for the faint highlights which suggest otherwise. Brandon's hair is shoulder length, thick and mildly curly. His hair naturally is swept back and wild gifting him a rather rugged and weathered appearance. Bran's skintone is pale, with minimal scarring present anywhere aside from his hands and forearms from conducting manual labor. As stated earlier, his face is... Sad. A near constant frown worn on his sullen features. The most often times makes it hard for people to read him. His attire consists of a oversized camo windbreaker, over a white hoodie. A pair of worn black jeans, and a pair of black boots.
Likes:
Reading
Drinking tea and other warm beverages
Rock music, preferably Rob Zombie or Ozzy Osbourne seeing as they are his favorites.
Snow Storms
Honest People, while he'd prefer to speak with smart people they often will try to play him for a fool. Honesty really is the best policy.
Quiet Moments in life, the ones that actually have meaning. Since his father died there hasn't been many...
Dislikes:
Large crowds
Warmth, he has been raised in the cold his whole life. Leaving Colorado for warmer climates will do him no good. Maybe Alaska?
Foolish people, the types who act impulsively, naively, putting themselves and others at risk for reasons that could of been easily solved with a moment of thought.
Depressing Music, his tastes are loud, angry, and full of life. Sad music always feels tired and empty to him.
Other:
Spring 
Day Weather: 
Brimstone
