| Full Name: | *makes a face and looks as though he’ll refuse to answer, then sighs* Braden Gentry Palmer. But if ya wanna live ta see tamorrow, I sugges' ya don' call me that. I'll answer ta Braden, or ta Palmer, but mos' folks call me Brady. *was called Denny by a few friends, but refuses to answer it to anymore* *cracks his knuckles ominously, implying that if you were to call him anything else, you'd be on the receiving end of his fist – but he is only implying* *is not that mean or foul-tempered* |
| Age: | *studies you with a measuring look, then shrugs* Nineteen next month. |
| Appearance: | Uh, well, I'm pretty av'rage. Light brown hair that's jus' a little too long, uh, hazel eyes, could prob'ly use a shave. *gives a rueful twist of his lip as he rubs a hand across his jaw* *stands about 5'11", always appearing to be in need of a good scrubbing, and is constantly wearing a slight scowl, all of which only add to his "hoodlum" image* |
| Background: | *quietly* I'm from Albany. No fam'ly. *doesn't say anything else* *spent time on and off inside a youth facility much like the Refuge, and came to New York City to start over with a clean slate* |
| Relationships: | *cracks his knuckles again* Not datin' anyone. *doesn't mention friends, of which there are none* *doesn’t mention the fact that he finds Carolina Jackson to be quite fun* |
| Other notes: | *shifts his jaw* 'T'ain't none o' yer bus'ness how I spend my free time, got it? *rarely, if ever, touches alcohol, gambles when he knows he can win, and tends to smoke only if nervous or upset* *was part of a very well-known arson organization when he was younger, along with his closest friend and sometimes-girlfriend, Angelina Cortez, and their friends, Jeanie Barrow and Maxwell Addison* |
