Bryce Buchanan “BB” or “Baby” If you’re hot. AGE:
Bryce is a handsome young man with a youthful and boyish countenance and blue eyes that glimmer with mischief. His hair is short, dark brown, and silky, and his usual routine in the morning is either a) roll out of bed because he’s late for class and try to smear it down with his hand, or b) actually take a moment to glide a small comb through it. He is that guy who wears the T-shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals, and on some days, he actually shows up to class in his blue and plaid pajama pants and a random T-shirt. On his head, he often likes to wear an Alaskan-style snow hat
. It’s his favorite hat so lay-off.
He’s 5’10” and weighs 172 lbs. His body type is lean and athletic hinting at his regular visits to the gym.
Face Claim: Alex Prange
Heteroflexible (if the need be) RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single and looking; Bryce can be rather smooth when he’s flirting with pretty girls or trying to get their number…well, he thinks he’s smooth at least. He’s a good wingman because he’s played that game several times and is quite experienced. No lady would be making a mistake becoming his girlfriend, despite all of his foolish antics, his mother at least raised him right.TYPE:
Delinquent, player and prepPOWER THEME: CryokinesisSub Zero
– Bryce can reduce his core temperature to the freezing point of water (32degrees F/0 degrees C). Temperatures plummeting below the degrees mentioned will cause him to undergo the same side effects a human would undergo in such frigid conditions: hypothermia, frostbite, etc. Freeze
– He is capable of freezing moisture in the air, creating ice constructs no greater than an equal to 10 ft using his powers. When the air is dry, then the moisture comes from his own body and will require that he constantly replenish his fluids to stay hydrated. He can freeze persons and objects by freezing the moisture about the person to contain them in an immovable shell. For a being of average strength, the shell could be broken out of after 1 turn of being frozen, and if the person makes an effort to escape it. For a being with inhuman strength, the shell can be easily shattered.Cold
– Bryce's natural body temperature is 73 degrees F (22 degrees C). Temperatures exceeding 73 degrees F are deemed hot, exceeding 80 degrees F are deemed uncomfortable, and exceeding 90 would require for Bryce to carry a water source, otherwise suffer from rapid dehydration due to profuse sweating. He hasn’t mastered his powers, and therefore, his body is always cold to the touch. He doesn’t like hot meals, hot showers, or hot liquids and can mostly be found enjoying a cold meal or drink.CHARACTER FLAW: Emotional Toward Favorite Hat
: It will be the end of the world if Bryce ever loses that hat that most people think is stupid, and they’re dumb and don’t matter! The hat has no interesting origin or story behind it. He’s just had it forever, and thus, its age is clearly seen in its discoloration. No one knows for sure if he’s ever washed it. But he first bought the hat when he was in the sixth grade and has worn it ever since.Prankster
: While not a bully, he does like to pull pranks on friends, such as jumping out and scaring them as soon as they come through a doorway, throwing paper balls or footballs, slam-dunking a person with several books in their arms, and just celebrating random holidays. They might actually be holidays or holidays he makes up to get out of class or create a disturbance to hopefully throw the teacher off his/her flow and thus hopefully making her forget to collect homework.Undisciplined
: When Bryce sits down and actually learns the material, then he does exceptionally well on his exams. He just doesn’t have the discipline to study to an “A” level, but he proves time and time again that he knows the material, but half-asses the homework because he’s too busy out somewhere partying or causing mischief. So he’s managed to happily ride through high school on the back of “Cs” because “C”s still get degrees!Test-taking Anxiety
: He doesn’t show it openly, but Bryce is often the last person in the class on exam day. While other students believe it’s because he’s dumb and never studies the material and thus has a hard time, it’s actually because of his anxiety. He reads questions about five times and double-triple-and maybe quadruple-checks his answers. Timed tests and quizzes freak him out, and he doesn’t normally do well on the five minute pop quiz. The time crunch makes it hard for him to concentrate.Extrovert
: Bryce will always be out somewhere, doing something, whether it be burning all of his youthful energy at the gym or partying. He’ll hit up the 18+ clubs, sneak into the 21+ clubs, and underage drink and smoke pot without a care of getting caught. He hasn’t been caught yet, and he actually feels that he’s too clever to be caught. He’ll return to his house late in the night and get up a few hours later to die in class. Or look dead, thus him showing up nearly late (sometimes just straight out late) and in his pajamas. Detention again? Whatever.Dehydration
: If Bryce is ever forced to draw moisture from his own body, then he must replenish the lost moisture by drinking water. He will normally be seen drinking water at all times to stay hydrated so that he doesn’t dehydrate himself.Can’t Stand the Heat!
: Bryce on hot days will soak his shirts. He will look like he just ran a marathon, and will be the sweatiest guy you know. He just doesn’t like the heat, and his powers just make it worse. A/C please!BIOGRAPHY:
The Buchanans raised Bryce to be a smart and upstanding young man—we see how far that got them. His father, Duncan, was the man who thought that he could control his life. Religion practically ruled his household. His father had to know who he was dating, who his friends were, he wasn’t allowed to curse, watch R-rated films or listen to the music he enjoyed. Bryce had a taste of rebellion when he was ten-years-old, and ever since, life has never tasted better. Bryce had broken free and he had been free ever since—perhaps too free.
Since middle school he was known as the class clown and he was that kid that did the craziest stunts like being dared to run through the school halls naked without getting caught (but he often got caught any way because he was the only one dumb enough to attempt such a stunt) or kiss Stacy Gonzalez
[this can be filled in by an actual player for past history if they want], the prettiest girl in school, on the lips. It was also in middle school where his father let him go to: “Go do drugs, go get arrested, go die in the streets—I dun care whachee do.” For a kid, hearing that from his father hurt, but he didn’t show it. He just knew that Duncan was just mad that he couldn’t control him anymore.
When Bryce entered high school, it was like joining a whole new playground. Puberty had blessed him for there were many girls that he would sleep with and rarely ever date. Girls were attracted to the popularity brought by his silly antics. Any girl he actually dated, he never took home for he knew that his father would try to humiliate him.
As Bryce’s popularity started to become a joke and students started to doubt his intelligence on certain subjects, he also noticed that his popularity was all most girls had fucked him for. He became the player
. None were interested in ever truly being with him for they suspected that he didn’t have a well-defined goal in life and that he was too stupid to be successful.
Around junior year, Bryce’s popularity had travelled to Kappa Lamba Zeta fraternity from NYU. They approached him one day after school and invited him out to party with them. They performed shenanigans that Bryce would have never dreamed of doing such as breaking into the campus library and indoor pool. They went to clubs and party apartments, hooked up with girls, drank, and smoked tons of pot—god, if his father ever found out. Bryce felt that he finally found a crowd that he fitted into. None of the brothers thought that he was stupid. Actually, they suspected that he was pretty smart and got him to help them with their homework. They promised that when he graduated high school that they would put in a good word to have the university accept him, and then they would talk about him joining the fraternity. Sounded too good to be true, but Bryce bought it.Miscellaneous:
Bryce’s family uphold their Scottish heritage, but they are Scottish-American and thus he doesn’t have an accent like his parents. He used to when he was a child, but he since lost the accent by fifth grade. I believe I mentioned everything, but this can always be added to as the game goes on. I am always open for relationship-building, plotting, and shenanigans with Bryce. So feel free to send me a PM!THEME SONG: What’s My Age Again? – Blink 182
The field was littered with red jerseys versus white jerseys. The bread and butter of sports was Malcom Wheeler’s very own football team, The Malcom Wheeler Warriors (to change when I know what the school mascot is). The football players were on line.
The center hiked the ball back to the quarterback Brock Schneider (again to change if there is one already). Brock received the ball and trotted backwards, blue eyes focused and searching for the opening. He saw his wide receiver all alone. Nobody was on him and the receiver was turning in preparation to receive the pig. Brock threw the ball. The brown lemon spiraled through the air like a missile. Brock was certain that he would catch it…until…
The quarterback’s lips parted in shock. The wide receiver’s eyes grew in size when a man sprang in front of him. The receiver’s eyes travelled down the pale man’s form to the black thong snug between a pair of ass cheeks and nothing else but for blue and silver cleats.
“Rah!” the naked boy shouted, perfectly intercepting the ball and leaving the team confused, stunned, and falling over themselves.
“Fucking Buchanan,” Brock muttered as an amused grin cracked on his face.
Lost and unsure what to do, several players started absently chasing the streaker, hoping to get the ball back at least. Three players gave chase, running as hard as they could to catch up to him. Bryce peeked over his shoulder to see a player almost within arms’ reach of him and his eyes narrowed as an impish smile curled at his lips. The prankster abruptly stopped and bent over with his ass in the player’s direction.
The player’s no homo response kicked in as he cursed in fright, ”Shit!”
And made himself twirl out of the way of running into Bryce.
Bryce resumed running the ball and upon crossing into the in zone, he slammed the pig down and started marching around like a braggart.
“WOO! YEAH!” he cheered.
He marched up to the three players who stood around him with irritable frowns on their faces and stood on his toes until he was face-to-face with one of them (these fuckers are tall), and shouted, “Yeah boy! Woo! That’s how you run it!”
Brock had been laughing the entire time. If it had been any other day, then he might have been mad to have practice interrupted, but he figured that his team needed the break in tension. Unfortunately, Coach Peterson (again to be changed if needed) wasn’t having it.
“God damn it, Buchanan! You interrupt practice again and you’ll be in detention and for the love of God, put some fucking clothes on!” the coach roared.
“Hey Coach, maybe we should put him on the team!” one of the players shouted in amusement.
“Over my dead body!” Coach Peterson returned, too uptight to recognize the joke.
Grinning mischievously, Bryce ran off into the parking lot. He might have been ballsy, but he wasn’t about to cross Coach Peterson.