⢠Over drinking.
⢠Can not stand wearing shorts.
⢠Lack of subtletyÂ
Skills:
⢠His marksmanship when sober is competitive.
⢠Having been the eldest boy of a rougher family, Braxton alway knew how to fight, and fight well.
⢠Often his biggest breaks were based on gut feelings alone. He has an incredible natural instinct.
Many who knew Braxton as a younger man speak of him with a sense of sympathy.
"Meh," they'd say "he was always an old soul."
And that he was.Â
Having dedicated years to his family no other reason than for their self interest. He never asked for much, never demanded gratitude or compensation, he just did stuff because he felt like someone had to. This could extend to most things he accomplished in life, never feeling a real drive rather than a sense of obligation. When he realized he didn't have anyone depending on him anymore, no one who could suffer consequences from his own actions, Braxton finally dropped the macho man act and let himself breathe.
Granted his actions were forgivable coming from maybe a college kid, Braxton started his paved path to hell at the ripe age of 29. Give Braxton a few beers and watch the serious demeanor melt, along with all his usually caustic and bitter comments. His mouth could run for hours, telling stories and making all the woman in the room feel beautiful.
Oh, women.Â
To say he had a soft spot for the fairer sex would be a lie. Braxton loved women, he had so many younger sisters he knew the right things to say to a woman. All women, all sizes, shapes and shades - they're all beautiful. Even in the few times when he encounters a woman most would deem otherwise a cancer he finds a silver lining. While he's never come close to marriage, Braxton has always been a wonderful man to date. He remains honest and open to communication, perhaps from years of playing father figure to his siblings, and keeps things fun and light. Most women he dated would eventually figure out he never liked to make things exclusive and either run the other way, or stay and become upset when things never change and leave anyways.Â
Women, they were beautiful, but they always left.
Perhaps he let himself harden in the last few years, only able to enjoy life the use of substance, although he'd never admit it. It probably happened sometime after his youngest brother left for UCLA a few years back. When he started to become obsolete in his family's life, after all of those years dedicating to them without any expectations in return, he had never realized that one day it would all end with them leaving.
They all left.
He has a cat at home he takes care of now, although he is an outdoor cat, and is staying in a flat off Frenchman street. He's taking things one day at a time, trying not to go crazy in the meantime.
Braxton grew up in a traditional southern home in the swamplands of Louisiana. He was raised with five sisters and two brothers, being the eldest. While his parents were together for the better half of his childhood, Braxton often found himself taking a paternal role with his siblings. Their dad was good for teaching them to hunt and drink, sometimes simultaneously, but he wasn't much of a support system. Most would say he never grew up, and that he wanted to be more of a friend to his kids than a parent.Â
Braxton came along while his parents were still young, still without a high school diploma let alone a base for a future. His parents dropped out of school and worked labor jobs, often quitting after a few months and finding another equally dreadful job to waste away at. As their family grew, his father became more and more distant, dedicating weekends to fishing or hunting. Braxton's mother had to run the house on her own, and expected Braxton to pick up most of his fathers slack. He walked his siblings to and from school, handled any bullies or school yard scraps. He policed their lives, pushing himself as the disciplinarian while his parents bought them booze behind his back.Â
Naturally his siblings developed a sort of resentment for him usually reserved for only parents, but he also knew this came with a certain level of respect his parents could never attain. Much to many people's surprise, he went to college locally. He had an athletic scholarship offered to him from U of F he turned down, and then he never brought it up again.
His siblings were always his reason for sticking around, he always knew he'd be fine no matter what. He never regretted sticking around to push the others out the nest when the time came, heaven knows his parents never would. When they went on to become entrepreneurs and one a lawyer, his eldest sister now doing her internship for med school, he couldn't help but to be proud.
When his youngest brother left for college, Braxton applied to the NOLA police department. With his BA in criminal justice and a minor in forensics he seemed like a perfect fit. He adjusted well in the new city, getting drunk with his partner on bourbon street and hooking up with tourists. Many nights he took a beautiful woman to bed, and many nights he thought life finally decided he'd deserve the high life.
Then there came the point he realized he wasn't needed anymore. No one relied on him, his family rarely spoke to him they were so caught up in their own lives. He would waste his days boozing away and had no one to come home to. It would be lying if he claimed he got himself together after that. He just seemed to drink more and care less. He was working the same job, being someone's bitch for years. He moved through the ranks quickly at first, but then just sort of plateaued as his bitterness grew.
Now he just coasts through dazed consciousness, spending his money on debauchery and self destruction. After his most recent suspension involved him waking up naked in the back of his cop car, Braxton is on thin ice and shunned to patrol duty.
FC || TOM HARDY