Post by Bradley Rockford on Sept 22, 2016 16:17:48 GMT
Bradley Rockford
PLAY BY: Dave Franco
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Unknown to all but himself; because according to himself, he’s very straight.
POSITION: Studying to become a police. Works some nights as a bouncer/security guard at a nightclub in Downtown LA.♦ THE CHARACTER ♦
HEIGHT: 5' 8"
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
MISC: Nothing noteworthy.
PERSONALITY: Brad comes off as an outgoing and caring person. He seems comfortable with strangers, and makes friends easily. He seems to have a laid back attitude in most casual situations. All in all, he seems like a normal, 23 year old man. Because if this, he does have a lot of friends, mostly other males his own age. He can come of as a bit macho at times, saying and/or doing things that seem just a little too stereotypically “manly”, as if just to prove that he is, in fact, still a guy.
Then comes “the other Brad”. Especially in close relationships, he gets downright abusive. Sometimes, it’s subtle. Little, degrading things he speaks with the same confidence as someone might speak about the weather. If confronted, he might laugh it off, become pissed, or simply continue on with his insults. At other times, he will explode, shouting, throwing things, and outright hitting anyone who doesn’t back off. Few people get close enough to see this side, and the ones that does rarely gets any understanding from the people that know him, given how caring he seems to them. On more than one occasion, his past girlfriends have told a mutual friend in confidence, only to be outcasted by the entire circle of friends for spreading “lies” about him. Long story short, he’s not as nice a guy as he might have you believe.
Brad has developed an ability to listen to people, smile and nod, even seem interested. But, more often than not, people talking about their issues, especially while showing sadness or any variation of it, still disgusts him and makes him furious. It’s not something he rationalizes in his head or even thinks too much about, it just happens like breathing to him. The only reason he can have friendships, albeit casual ones, at all, is because he doesn’t necessarily take his frustration out on the person talking to him. He can just as well sit there and listen nicely for two hours, say his goodbyes, and pick a fight somewhere else. Delaying his reactions and impulses is a skill he mostly masters, but they will manifest somehow. Lately, his ability, or motivation, to delay his reactions have faded slightly, and more and more often he finds himself exploding on the people he’s, according to himself, supposed to protect. And protect he will. If he cares about someone, he doesn’t just get overprotective; he gets possessive.
He honestly doesn’t think he feels fear, or sadness. Any emotions he’s learned to label as “weak” simply makes him angry before he has time to register it as anything else. It makes it seem impossible, and what’s more, useless, for him to try to relate to these feelings.
SECRET(S): He doesn’t talk about his family life. Or much of his life at all, at least never in detail. Asking him about personal stuff will get you answers that could be printed on a resume, more or less.
Battles “homosexual panic” that can sometimes shine through in minor homophobic/transphobic remarks. He doesn’t consider himself a homophobe, more of a “I don’t care what they do as long as they don’t shove it in my face”-kind of an attitude. The secret part being, lately he’s spent an awful lot of time in gay clubs. You know. For educational purposes.
As a result, he recently had an incident involving a man he picked up at a gay strip club. Drunk and unusually happy Brad brought said man home and let him stay the night, only to become furious beyond recognition when waking up, basically bashing the other mans head in. Feeling guilty afterwards (yes, Brad experiences guilt. It pisses him off, too.), he has let the man stay with him to recover for a few days, mixing comforting words and caring motions with death threats should the guy ever speak about it to anyone.♦ THE HISTORY ♦
Bradley was born to a seemingly ordinary couple, although slightly older than what may have been usual at the time. He grew up in Las Vegas, where he lived until moving to California at age 21.
His father was unpredictable from the start, and Brad grew up never knowing if he was going to be beaten or praised when he got home from school. It seemed to him he had two completely separate lives at home; one that was happy, easy-going, with two parents who loved him, and one where he was lothed by his father and ignored by his mother. He never knew how to act at home as a child, and spent his first years in life trying to understand what it was that made his father so angry with him from time to time. He asked his mother on more than one occasion, but he always recieved the same, uninclusive answer. “Your father has a lot on his mind. But he loves you. You must never doubt that.”
Mr. Rockford was a Vietnam vet, something he spoke of quiet often. Brad spent a lot of his happier days surrounded by his old crew, learning to shoot at one of the many local shooting ranges, going on hunting trips, watching sports.. he loved every minute of it. While several of his dads friends could be a bit loud and frightening to a young child, his father always told him fear was unacceptable, fear was weak, fear, and the hesitation born out of it, gets you dead. So he stopped being scared, and started mimicking. Whenever they got loud, he got louder. And they applauded him for it.
He loved his father. As a child, he wanted to be just like his dad. Manly, strong, in control. At least, that’s what he saw in him, and that’s what he strived for. He busted his ass in school to make him proud. He played sports to make him proud. He learned everything he could about shooting and guns to make him proud. Sometimes he succeeded, and it was worth every ounce of effort. Of course, there would always be the time he got home with an A and still got a beating.
He hated his mother. Or, rather, everything she stood for. She was weak, she would cry, beg, plead. It was disgusting to him, the ease with which she could display any set of emotions. He never understood why his father wasn’t angry with her like he was, especially considering how angry he seemed to be at him. The first time he asked, he got one of the worst beatings of his life. His own fault, he thought afterwards, for asking at such a stupid time. The second time, he made sure his father had one of his good days, surrounded by his old vet friends, where he’d never been hit before, and he got his answer.“She doesn’t have to be strong. You do.” He thought about it for a long time, not really understanding what the difference was. No matter, it sparked a change in his relationship to his mother slightly, the disgust fading, replaced by a sense of duty to protect her, as well as the start of what is still a pretty dead-set, 1950’ies way of looking at gender roles.
Upon reaching his teens, something changed. He’d always been angry, but now a certain part of his anger was directed straight back at his father. He tried hitting back, once or twice, but he still had no chance against a grown man. He would shout at and threaten his mom, but never dared going further dispite how angry he still got at her at times, since he knew his father would literally kill him if he touched her. He did get into one and another fight in school during this period, but that wasn’t an option either, considering the consequences he faced at home. So, he started picking fights on the streets, targeting the cities lowlifes, the homeless, the addicts, anyone he deemed deserving of it while at the same time unlikely to report him to the authorities for his crimes.
Despite his violent tendencies, he graduated high school with a clean record, and exclusively As and B’s. He spent a few years working odd jobs in Las Vegas, before moving on to California to apply to one of the local Police Training Academies there. For the last year and a half, he’s worked as a bouncer while waiting to get in, and was finally accepted to start the screening tests and initial training this fall. During early summer, he met Serafina Ariel Gray, whom he’s been seeing since.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: I feel more like OldPerson now, so I guess I’ll go with Andy.
AGE GROUP: 22
EXPERIENCE: was it 8 years? How old am I? What year is it?
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Lemme just refer to my first app cause I can’t remember now.
