Brandy Vocatus D9 [FIN]

    Early morning light gently filters in though the small cracks in the wooden blinds. A small ceiling fan turns slowly producing a pleasant breeze in the small room. Brandy lies barely awake amidst the mass of white sheets along with a lovely girl sleeping softly beside him. Rubbing his groggy sleep ridden eyes Brandy lets out a long silent yawn and looks to the girl beside him. With a scratch of his now matty hair he tries to remember whatever the hell went down last night but nothing comes up. So raising an eye brow he carefully looks over the girl's shoulder to confirm she is at least an eight on his scale. Surely enough he grins when he sees her delightful face and confirms she is at least a nine.

Biting his lip Brandy looks down at his watch reading a solid 5:19am and he nods approvingly. Then ever so silently like a hunter stalking its prey he gets out of the bed. He then waits a moment before grinning as she remains lost in her dreams. Brandy is just about to head towards the door when he realizes he is missing something rather important... his clothing. "Shit where did I put them this time?" he mutters quietly as he begins searching the room. After about ten minutes of frantic silent rummaging he has his shirt, jeans, and shoes but still no underwear. "Okay what the honest hell?" he asks himself when he just barely sees his underwear's rosy red color sticking out from under the girl's pillow. "Shit." he violently whispers while partially clenching his fists.

Carefully he moves towards her pillow keeping his eyes locked on her. Better than that time when the chick was wearing them at least. He thinks as he diligently removes the underwear without waking her. He then finally proceeds to get fully dressed and head for her door. With his hand on the brass handle he looks back at her one last time and comments softly, "Nicely done Brandy, nicely done." he then continues out the door and swiftly out of the house without ever being detected by the girl... or her family.

The sun is just really rising by the time he makes it back to his house and closes his bedroom door. Looking again down at his watch it reads 6:48am. Rolling his eyes he takes a swift shower before doing his hair and spritzing himself with some light cologne. Just as he walks back into his room he hears his ridiculous Father yell for everyone to get ready for work. Brandy lets out a long sigh and changes into his usual bartender outfit. Oh how he loathed working as a bartender for his family's brewery. The only good thing it offered was that he got his hands on as much booze as he could possibly want. Yet it has literally been the life he has grown up in for the past 17 years.

"Let's go!" yelled his father again and Brandy went out into the main room. There him and his family waited for everyone before filing out the front door and into district nine. From there they all entered the brewery turned on the lights and heater and began brewing. This was Brandy's least favorite part, making the beers. It was long tedious and ultimately a supreme buzz kill. Literally both Brandy and all his family make booze until one when they finally open up the brewery and his real job starts. His Father and Mother always exclaim that he is the best at what he does. Charming, poliet, and can mix some badass drinks. Yet Brandy always hated it. All he enjoys in life are the simple things, like that girl that he just saw walk in.

With a smirk he walks over to the girl and gives her a little wink, "So little lady, what can I get for ya?" the instant she blushes he knows he is in perfect position. She orders a typical house mixer which he makes in no time. He then proceeds to spend most of the next few hours serving her. Finally when she is drunk enough and quiet frankly seduced enough she asks when he gets off. Then with a laugh he always responds with, "Right now." And now the whole process repeats itself.

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APPEARANCE:
Brandy is about five foot eleven inches and weighs around a healthy one hundred and forty pounds. This is all thanks to the money generated by his family's successful brewery of course. Brandy is also said to have a very attractive face. With two intriguing light blue spheres for eyes and a nice long smile. His ears and nose are a little small but girls say it just makes him cuter that way. He also has a vibrant and tangled growth of brown hair that sits open his head like a crown. However, upon closer inspection one will realize ha has a vast amount of burn marks on his arms. These were caused by a severe accident which he tried to safe a girl from a collapsing building they both lived in. Needless to say he saved the girl but at a painful cost.

As for typical clothing well, when he is working he is required to wear a black suit and tie. Along with the most uncomfortable black shoes. However, on the days off that he actually gets to choose what the hell he wants to wear well its a lot different. Usually he will wear short sleeve v-necks along with some nice jeans. Then as for hi shoes, anything he can find to put on. His most particular outfit though is the one he wears on reaping day. A red long sleeved button down with brown and pants and the same annoying black work shoes. Without saying he loathes this outfit as well.

Personality:
Well first and foremost in case you haven't been able to tell Brandy is a lover not a hater. Ever since he was quite frankly fifteen he has had a way with the ladies. A natural flirt and always being nice to look at he was a hook before he even knew it. Eventually though, as all teenage boys do, he caught on. Needless to say he wanted to give the whole scandalous side of life a try. Ever since then he has been hooked himself. A new girl or two every other if not every night. 

However, as suggested above by the many women in his life he has severe commitment issues. Never really falling in love and never really caring about the girls. All he desires is his own satisfactions. Yet, his lack of commitment doesn't just apply to his love life but also to his work ethic. He never really gives his all to doing things. He never really gives a damn unless he receives something out of it. In all honesty, he is a selfish jerk. 

Last of all he actually is quite the music lover. He can't sing for his life but he is a very impressive piano player and composer. Most, including his family, don't know this fact about him. They only view him as a selfish lazy guy. Yet music is the one thing he truly cares for. He will often sulk away in his room writing songs and then playing his family's old wooden piano when no one is around. Even while he worlds his fingers twiddle to the rhythms of songs dancing in his mind.