Bryan Alexanders 


Samedi soir était tout sauf un flou, le club LIT rempli d'un coin à l'autre avec le potentiel. Les femmes bordaient les murs mais ce sont celles sur le dancefloor qui l'avaient le plus excité si elle pouvait boire puis danser à la musique de club et n'a pas vomi ce qui était un début incroyable à une soirée encore meilleure et Bryan avait ses vues mises sur la beauté aux cheveux cornus. Les deux ont échangé quelques mots et Bry a commencé à danser son cul. Elle l'a regardé de haut en bas et lui a donné le sourire et lui a mordu la lèvre. J'ai vu ça pour dire à Bry qu'elle allait s'amuser.
C'était à peu près tout ce qu'il pouvait rassembler à partir de cette nuit-là.

Se réveillant au bourdonnement de la météo du matin qu'il avait grandi à l'habitude. Sans qu'elle sache qu'elle avait aidé Bryan à s'en tenir à son code d'aucune femme au-delà de dix dans son lit. Il était sur le point de se lever jusqu'à ce qu'il entende les mots qui le font cramponner. »Venez se blottir bébé. »Luttant contre l'intense envie de vomir projectile, il a répondu avec facilité.
C'était un mensonge total qu'il ne savait pas ce qu'il devait faire tout à l'heure.
Mais son dimanche, elle a pleurniché et retourné ses cheveux en arrière permettant à la feuille de lit de glisser bas et de révéler la raison pour laquelle il a acheté sa maison en premier lieu. Ses yeux verts perçants le regardaient intensément presque comme si elle essayait de changer d'avis par télépathie. Elle ne serait pas la première cependant et les chances sont qu'elle ne serait pas la dernière. Bryan cependant n'était pas du genre à avoir son code cassé pour n'importe qui le moins de tous un No Strings attaché laïque.
Bryan la regardait de haut en bas et savait ce qu'il fallait faire. Il a dit exprès de l'appeler un autre nom de femme. En réalité, il savait qu'elle s'appelait Cynthia, mais sa réaction était parfaite.
Cynthia! Je m'appelle Cynthia, elle a dit qu'elle était irritée.
C'est ce que j'ai dit, n'est-ce pas?
Tu ne m'as pas appelé Vanessa qui doit être l'un de tes autres bitchs, maintenant ce que je n'ai pas besoin de ça, c'est trop tôt dans la matinée. Elle a dit quand elle s'est levée habillée et a pris l'assaut.
N'attendez pas. S'il vous plaît, restez. Bryan a dit dans un ton monochromatique. Alors qu'il sortait du lit et se dirigeait vers la douche pour se préparer pour le matin. Il savait que son colocataire avait entendu, et comme Bryan s'était habitué aux annonces du matin son colocataire avait peut-être eu l'occasion de claquer la porte en colère le matin des dames qui voulaient plus. Ce n'était juste pas Bryans scène, bien qu'il n'avait rien contre les relations pour d'autres personnes ce n'était juste pas pour lui. Hélas, le jour a commencé et il a dû y avoir quelque chose à faire.
Alrighty, here you go. ^^




"Don't judge me I was born to be awesome not perfect"

Bryan Alexanders

Name| Bryan Emerson Alexanders
Nickname| Bry, b-ry, The Lovable asshole, THEE Wingman,
Gender| Male
Age| 26
Birthday|  February 7, 1991
Job/Education| Jr. Marketing Manager, Bachelors in marketing
Room| 4D
How long have you been staying in Suncrest?| Just under a month

About
Appearance| 
Bryan bears very distinguished features starting with his 6ft stature and chestnut skin color to his naturally defined muscle tone that he normally keeps hidden under his form fitting Dress Shirts. His style of clothing is simple...to him at least "a suit for any ocassion and an occasion for any suit." That is Bryan's motto his life mantra if you will. He does have a tattoo of "Black Panthers logo" on his chesteven he doent know the full story behind it he was certain he was drunk when it happened though.
Interests|
Friends, Bryan is very loyal to his friends often times he is the life of the outtings normally drawing attention to the table when at a club or even trying to hook his single friends up. Women, Since he was young Bryan had found himself loving the opposite sex thanks to his older sister Amarra who coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking. and Fun, these include but are by no means limited too...Laser tag, Paint balling, speed dating, going to the gym, hanging out and making plans at the local watering hole.

Fears|
Bryan needs people, very needy in fact most dont know this about him because it is something he keeps well hidden behind a smile or funny one liner but Bryan suffers with depression and anxiety. Bryan feels the need to make every situation a happy one and when things are going to a dark type of place he handles it with laughter. or at least tries his best to.
Sexuality| Heterosexual
Personality| 
Funny outgoing and very caring these are the ingredients chosen to create the worlds greatest wingman. That's Bryan in a nutshell there is nothing he wouldn't do for his friends. And always quick with the joke to lighten the mood he believes that if you can make people laugh then you can make the situation brighter. Bryan, while he cant deal with heavy emotional situations will suck it up in a one on one convo its hard for him to drop his guard but he will if it means helping a friend. 

History
Biography| 
Bryan grew up in a damn good household in Queens, New York his mother was a lawyer his father a Doctor and his older sister was was an aspiring model.
Needless to say the good looking genes didn't skip him but he knew he needed something more than good looks he just hadn't discovered what gift was given to him from the proverbial gene pool. His father wasn't distant so much as always busy but made sure to spend time with him when the time allowed. His mothers story was just the same she was always busy and stayed on him about school and made sure to be in his ACADEMIC life as much as she could. So it was pointless to say that he was SUPER close to his parents it was more of an in passing type of relationship. His sister on the other hand had basically raised him and gave him all the MORAL support he needed to succeed and helped to pull him out of his shell that he had started to develop due to not really having anyone. Bryan couldn't help thinking that he was burden on her, because instead of spending time with him she could be doing things for herself but, She had saved Bryan and he had come to depend on her until she showed him how to dress and talk to girls and when he made out for the 1st time all bets were off. That was effectively how he started his high school experience.
High school was a blur to be honest it was a whirlwind of making the grades that had let him shine through and blaze through year after year. Although he was beyond smart unlike most of the smart kids he wasn't bullied that could have been due in part to his naturally muscular physique. Truth be told though Bryan was a comedian but unless you sat down and got to know him you could never tell. he always had most people he met smiling or laughing for some reason or another and could always lighten the mood with a quick quip or random comment.
College Life For Bryan was where he really had begun to blossom This was the place in which he truly found himself from his style to his voice to his form of expression he took everything he had learned and saw from his past experiences and mashed them together and in the hot fires of college did Bry emerge he no longer required help with women he knew better how to balance social and school life. His style of dress went from the basics of what his sister showed him to casual suits and dress suits and ties to just becoming an all around smooth talker that had charmed his way under many a skirt the only problem was they always wanted to stay and cuddle and all that, and it wasn't really his scene at the time. For the right person though he would be willing to push beyond his own boundaries and maybe give the after sex thing a shot. Again thanks in part to his sister Bryan knew how to shop his ass off.
A Memory|
When Bryan was 9 the family took a trip to Universal studios and had got seperated from his family his sister most of all and when he couldnt find her he had begun to panic unsure of what was happening to him, person after person had asked him what was wrong but it only made the situation worse. the whole time this was happening he could only think that he was being abandoned for being too needy. this was the stage of his first Anxiety attack.
Struggles| 
Dealing with Anxiety over the years, Losing his sister, 
Family| 
Father: Gabriel Alexanders
Mother: Felecia Alexanders