Alias: Dwarf
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2, 6'3 with shoes.
Weight: 178 lbs
Basic Appearance: Brahm's looks practically scream "coyboy." He's tall and muscular, obviously does plenty of work with his hands, and has a nice, sun kissed complexion. He doesn't care where he's going, he's gonna be wearing his cowboy boots and hat, and normally pairs them with jeans, as well.
Business: Chick-fil-a
Occupation: The Boss, baby.
Basic Personality: To be honest, he's not always the sharpest tool in the shed. No, he's not stupid just a little...Slow. So be prepared to repeat things a time or two around him before he fully gets it, he's also fairly aggressive, not because of a temper or anything, but just for the fun of it. What can he say? He likes to fuck shit up. He tends to be just a little on the flirty side with women, but he's not a man-whore, just a tease, really.
Weapons: Brahm is nearly never seen without his choice weapon, a gun that shoots "eggs" that, when broken, let out an acid-like substance on whatever broke the shell. He also has "Brownie Bombs" which are more flashy lights than anything, but the nuts that act as shrapnel do hurt when they hit human flesh.
Current Story: Brahm has been working on the US market and trust me, winning over the people hasn't been an easy task. For some reason he's been having trouble with the west coast, and to make matters worse Walmart had to come into the picture. His only solace in his troubles is that he's not the only one loosing business. He's not entirely happy to be working with the other families, but he knows it really his only choice.