AppearanceRace: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36 Years Old
Birthday: 25th of Winter, AV 477
Birthplace: Ravok.
Appearance: Bryce stood around 5'11" give or take an inch, a fairly broad build though most of the muscle was carried around his back and shoulders, the body of a labourer. His hair was a pleasant beach brown, though it was rarely brushed and tended to either form a nest on his head or be swept back with the sweat of work. His face at time could seem grim and stern, particularly when working when his thick brown brow would be furrowed in concentration until he meet your eyes and a smile would break out. His eyes were an earthy green, and peered down a crooked nose that had clearly been broken at one stage. Across his jaw, a short beard could often be found or at least in the stage of growing depending on how long ago he had shaved. Finally his skin was tanned and slightly weather beaten with faint freckles under his eyes and on his nose that one could only see if they stood close.
Character ConceptPersonality: Bryce was friendly enough for most people to be like, always happy to crack a joke, listen to someone's problems and even back in the day buy them a drink. He can be a little bit distant at times, favouring his work over socializing but not offensively so. At times he is reluctant to try new things, preferring to still with what he knows even if it isn't for the best. Finally he tries to stay as calm and composed as possible, trying to avoid conflict or frustration at all times and while he isn't always successful, most of the time he manages to curb his tongue or hold his temper around people that other people might punch in the face.
Ethics: Morally, he's fairly good. Perhaps at times he could be considered ambiguous, or at least hypocritical but he tries to see every situation as a separate situation, the idea of confiding oneself to a set of morals ridiculous, and while that does lend him the reputation of being unpredictable to him it is a simpler way to live his life.
Character HistoryBryce was born on the 25th of Winter, AV 477 in the city of Ravok. His mother, Celina Thomson was a herbalist and keen gardener while his father, Henry Thomson was a simple labourer. His childhood wasn't particularly exciting or heartbreaking, being the eldest he naturally was taught and groomed to succeed the most skilled person in the family, his mother.
So while he was being taught about plants, their properties and how to care for them from his mother his two younger brothers, Jasper and Maxus, began working with his dad from an early at all manner of jobs. This did lead to a slight rift between him and Maxus, despite that this was fairly common Maxus felt that it was unfair that one son was favoured over the other however Bryce and Jasper were as thick as thieves from a young age.
Cracks began to arise as Maxus neared adulthood, while Bryce was beginning to earn some decent money and enjoying life as a young adult by drinking and charming Maxus's childhood sweetheart he was busy shifting crates and chopping wood and he didn't like it one bit. So, he blamed it on the city he was in and began to state certain views that the Ebonstryfe disagreed with, much like sword that disagreed with Malus's head being attached to his neck.
This devastated the family; Jasper became aggressive, Celina became a shadow, Henry became abusive and Bryce... He became an alcoholic. It wasn't a pleasant sight, it was hard to find him without a tangled beard, bloodshot eyes and odour could kill. But he was dragged back from the brink, Lucia Whitewash, Maxus's sweetheart and now Bryce's saviour. She forced him to give up the drink, shave the beard and wash for once, and he did it all for her because quite simply he loved her.
He was still a man though, and a young one at that. So when she asked for a greater commitment, when she asked to profess their love in front of the gods... He ran. He ran from the woman who saved him because he got cold feet and was scared to commit. So with money in hand he left Ravok and somewhere far away from his past.