| QUOTE (Personality) |
Being raised by an overprotective mother and older brothers who seemed to manipulate him when they thought it was funny, it is safe to say that Braiden turned out differently then the two before him. Being much younger then them didn't help his growing up either, because there would times when they wouldn't pay attention to him at all and there would be other times where they used Braiden because of his height and his willingness to please his brothers and be able to spend time with them. They would have Braiden steal because they thought it was funny, they would have him make a fool of someone else or at times they would have him sneak into buildings to follow someone and overhear on a private conversation. Braiden's mother was overprotective of her youngest that she was weary of letting him go off with his older brothers, but with their assurance he would come back alive she let him. Ever sine he was little, however, Braiden has had trouble telling others no. Even with his brothers when he was younger, he was eager to please him so they could do something he wanted to do that he never told them no and he always did as he told. Even now that he's twenty five and his oldest brother thirty-four, when Jarrett asks Braiden to do something for the tavern, Braiden can't tell him no. Besides his father had always told him that the tavern is in his blood and that might have something to do with it too. It is something that his brother takes advantage of and Braiden knows of it, but he lets it happen anyways. One would call him a pushover, but Braiden would just call himself loyal to family. Jarrett is the only family he has left and Braiden would rather not lose him over something idiotic like a feud. Stubbornness is something he required from everyone in his family and like those before him, Braiden his stubborn in his ways. He may not be as stubborn as those before him, but the streak does run through him whether it is big or not. He likes getting things done, even if they seem pointless and ridiculous. He likes to see things done, one way or another, and he isn't a fan of leaving things for later. Braiden is more of a listener then a talker. His true opinions are in his head and sometimes when the come out of his mouth they aren't good. When he listening to you, sometimes you can't tell what he thinking and that might drive others crazy. His brother -- |
| QUOTE (Braiden Age 10) |
"Time to get back to work, Braiden." The ten year old boy struggled to keep up with his graying haired father as he took the steps two at a time down the flight of stairs to the tavern, the Bloated Goat. He didn't understand why his father wanted to go back to work. His mother still might need them! "But Mother --" "Is dead." His father cut him off and continued walking down the stairs, not bothering to look back at his youngest son. "There is nothing more we can do for her. She is in the afterlife and she wouldn't want us straying away from out duties. Your brothers are already downstairs, attending to the costumers that we have. Now come on." But Braiden didn't want to get back to work. He wanted to mourn his mother, he wanted to watch her go into the sea. He wanted to say goodbye. He stopped on the staircase and stared down at the wooden planks that made up the stairs. They were stained with dirt, grime and other things that weren't recognizable in the barely lit hallway. He didn't understand why his father wanted to get back to work so soon. She had just died. He heard his fathers footsteps stop and he heard his father let out a sigh. It sounded angry. "Braiden stop this now. It is time to grow up. There are other people who depend on us. Stop acting like a child and get down the stairs. Now." The bar could wait. The people could wait. His mother was dead and Braiden wanted to be alone if his father wasn't going to allow them time to see his mother into the sea. He didn't want to see people. He wanted to be alone. "Braiden." His father's tone had gotten sterner, harder and Braiden slowly raised his gaze to meet his fathers. His blue eyes were cold, but they softened some as he looked at his son. "Do you think your mother would want you mourning her? She would want you to get back to work. When she was sick she didn't want us fussing over her. She would want us to get on with our lives." Braiden felt guilty for the things that he said, for the things that he had thought. His father was right. He slowly nodded his head and his father smiled as Braiden followed him down the rest of the stairs into the busy tavern that they owned. |
| QUOTE (Braiden Age 15) |
"But Chayse--" "I am leaving, Braiden. Finally leaving this place, this tavern and leaving. There is nothing you can do stop me. I have already signed onto the ship. I can't back out now." "But you can't just leave. The tavern. Father..." Braiden trailed off, hoping that his brother would catch his hints. Their father would not be happy when he discovered that Chayse was gone. Braiden could already hear his father complaining that he would have to hire someone else to fill his brothers spot, complaining about the money he would lose, and if he ever found out that Braiden was awake when Chayse left, well it would only get worse from there. "I could care less what father thinks or what he'll say. I am sick of working in that Tavern and doing everything father says. Look Braiden, I know you are worried about me, but I'll be fine. I'll be back in a few months and maybe I'll be back behind the bar then. Who knows?" His brother gave him a reassuring smile and continued to shove clothes and other things into a bag. Braiden didn't like it. He wanted his brother to stay. He didn't want to hear the things his father was going to say and he didn't want to hear his other brother, Jarrett complain just like his father would. Braiden didn't want to hear any of that, but he kept his mouth shut. It was obvious that his brother wasn't going to listen to anything he had to say. Rolling over in the small bed, Braiden faced the wall and closed his eyes tightly. If his brother wasn't going to listen him, then Braiden had nothing else to say. He heard his brother sigh as he drifted off to sleep. |
