EASTWOOD, Brantley Shannon

[Brantley Shannon Eastwood]

BRANTLEY SHANNON EASTWOOD

FULL NAME: Brantley Shannon Eastwood
NICKNAMES: Brant
AGE: thirty four
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: CEO and founder of BSE Advertising.

HAIR: More on top and cut shorter on the sides, light brown in the sun but tends to be a bit darker and more often than not it's covered by a Snapback anyway
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Plenty from roughhousing with his brothers.
TATTOOS: He's got an inspirational quote wrapping around his forearm. He doesn't talk about it but it means a lot to him.
PIERCINGS: His ears once but he doesn't wear earrings all the time.
PLAY-BY: Ryan Guzman!

LIKES: boxing, sports, drawing, advertising, reading, dogs, video games, wakeboarding, sci-fi movies, drinks with friends, Chinese food, dressing down, the beach, football jerseys, the New York City skyline, New Year's in Times Square, drawing, hip hop, dancing, snapbacks, forgetting to shave for a couple days, smart women, getting ink or marker or paint everywhere (he thinks it's a sign of a good work session), sneakers.
DISLIKES: cats, messing up, having to cancel plans, being stuck in the office, falling asleep at his work station, having a tidy work station (organised chaos is always best), warm beer, excessive throw pillows, ties, clowns, serious people, people who talk "baby talk" constantly, anchovies
FEARS: getting into a car accident, his company going bankrupt, never settling down
SECRETS: Though he's not put that much thought into it, Brantley wouldn't mind settling down and having a couple kids
PERSONALITY: Brantley would never say he was stubborn, though he definitely is, he would instead say something about knowing himself. And as true as that may be, the man can be terribly set in his ways. It's not always a bad thing, but when everything else is progressing forward and he wants things to stay the way they are, it can be a real nightmare. That particular trait of his seems so odd when people realise it because the man most people see is so laidback, artistic and very creative that to see him basically explode because someone moved is inking pen would be almost comical if it wasn't so scary to watch. He is by no means an organised man, unless organised chaos counts but things have their place, even in a mess like his desk and if something, even something so small it seems insignificant is moved, he bloody notices and then everyone knows it. He definitely comes by it naturally, his mother being the same way about her home studio and probably about the one in at the office, too. Deep down, and not so much so, Brantley is a sweetheart and exceptionally loyal to those close to him. He's a proud man and feels he has every right to be, starting his company from nothing and having it be as big a success as it is. He's also quite the athletic man but he isn't into the usual ways of keeping fit. In fact, he quite enjoys dancing since taking up hip hop classes when he'd been younger because he'd shown a keen skill back then. He is by no means shy but he does have his quieter moments, usually when he's lost in thought over a project at work. Brant also has quite the competitive side to him, thanks to having two older brothers and no sisters to off set the crazy testosterone levels in the household. Brantley is by no means a romantic but he does know how to treat a woman right and he will pull out all the stops to impress.

MOTHER: Helen Eastwood & sixty.
FATHER: Lewis Eastwood & sixty one.
SIBLINGS: Rocky Eastwood & thirty six
Luke Eastwood & thirty six.
OTHERS: Mischa Marquette & Thirty four.
PETS: Captain (Cappie) & Shiloh Shepherd
Corzo & Norwegian Elkhound
Liberty & Siberian Retriever!
HOMETOWN: Ogunquit, Maine.
HISTORY:
Lewis and Helen met the first day of their sophomore and freshman year, respectively. Friends at first, they quickly grew closer and by the time Lewis was walking across the stage at the graduation ceremony, they’d been a couple for a little under a year and they were married two short months after Helen graduated the following year. They had plans of starting their careers, saving some money so they wouldn’t be ill prepared for that next step. But things don’t go as they’ve been planned and Helen found herself pregnant only two short years later. Rocky and Luke came into the world nine months later and saw their second birthdays before Brantley was born. Three kids under the age of three was trouble in itself but the family made it work. Lewis was at work for longer hours and every other Saturday but they needed the income. Helen could work from home, thankfully but she spent most of her time trying to keep up with the kids, make sure the house didn't look like something from an episode of Hoarders and sleep when nap time rolled round. What little time she did have left, she put towards getting a little extra income but no one at the office really expected much so when she did send something in, it was at least worth the trouble that came with it. When Brant was five, Helen finally decided it was time to return to work full time. She didn't want to be one of those stay at home moms who just butted into her children's lives. They were old enough now to attend school so she put her work hours around school hours and whatever she didn't get done in the office while the boys were at school, she finished up after they went to bed. She designed book covers.

Brantley was much like his mother and was near obsessed with drawing and art. It was something they bonded over. All the boys and their father had sports, and boy did those three play sports but there wasn't much the kids bonded with their mother over. They eventually spoke to her about girls and what they could do to impress them but that was just about it. Brant at least had a little more. The rest of adolescents was much the same as anyone else's for the youngest son. Name the sport and he'd at least tried it out, drawing was a particular passion and well, it was pretty easy on the eyes so his Friday and Saturday nights, once he'd gotten his license, had been filled with dates. And then senior year showed up and it was time to actually get serious about life and what he wanted to do with his. He'd always thought that maybe he would follow in his mother's footsteps. He liked that and had on occasion, helped her out. So he applied to all sorts of art schools and got into one of those most prestigious and the advanced programme at that! It was an honour and a total thrill. He worked through school to pay for the little things that came up, not expecting his parents to be able to give him money on top of tuition and housing; which had been provided. It had been surprisingly hard to leave his best friend since forever behind but he was off to New York and she was headed a bit further south to become a student of MIT. They spoke often enough though it was hardly the same. However, after college was all said and done and Mischa found herself in New York, things returned to how they used to be, only now drinking was legal. They were both starting off at new jobs so there was plenty of people to complain about over drinks and Brantley made sure to drag Mischa out a couple times a month so she didn't drive herself crazy with everything happening in the day to day. Brantley wasn't seeming to have as much trouble as his best friend. He was thriving in the couple of years he'd worked for the company he'd found a job with right out of university.

There wasn’t just one part of Advertising that Brant liked, there were several, though he was brought on as an Art Director. And he was good at most, worked his ass off at the rest to be able to work any department in an advertising company, though he did prefer to design the projects. Because he knew so much, he was moved around quite a bit in the handful of years he was with the company. But he was also always kept with the role of designing the final pieces. And he’d done it all. If it was on a advert break or a billboard, chances were, Brantley had a hand in it. After a couple years, working his way up the ladder, rung by rung, proving himself time and time again, he was looking upwards still. He wanted, not necessarily to get to the top, but close enough. And then he was passed over for the same promotion a third time. The first one, he understood, he’d still been young, only twenty two and that was the problem. He had more than enough experience but he wasn’t of the right age, so he thought he would just continue to prove himself. The second promotion came and went, leaving him behind and again, he’d been told in a very round about way that the root of his problem was his age. And that was something he couldn’t do anything about. When the next promotion came round and he was once again overlooked, Brantley got annoyed. He stormed his boss’s office and demanded answers as well as giving the man a damn good speech about companies like this being started by men and women his age so why should he be ignored when he could be doing a lot for the company. And then he told him that they didn’t want him any higher than he was. Within an hour, Brant had his desk packed up nicely into two boxes, his resignation notice on the desk of his boss and his ID badge and parking pass returned to security. He could do so much more with what he’d done and though he had never planned on starting up his own company, within six months of walking out those glass doors, BSE Advertising was alive and thriving. 

It wasn’t a booming business of course, but with the owner being a measly twenty six years old, it was doing damn well! Brantley had decided when he’d left that he wouldn't just do advertisements, he would open it up to any sort of design work; which saw business skyrocket rather quickly once word got round. The clients from his previous employer, who’d only kept returning because they liked Brant, jumped ship and signed contracts with BSE, he gained a few publishing houses, not just to advertise a new book launch but also to design covers as well. Before the company had even gotten through it’s first year, Brantley had hired on a dozen or more people to help. His idea had been for everyone to be on common ground. He wouldn’t have just one person doing this or that, he wanted everyone to be able to move from job to job easily, if there was ever a need for it. Another six months saw Brantley hiring on an events coordinator as well and quickly his advertising company, that had started in the spare room of his apartment moved to a small office before it was an entire floor of an old shoe factory turned into office space and a coffee shop on the main floor. It was rustic and modern with exposed pipes and beams and brick walls and exactly what you’d expect of a trendy New York studio or company. 

And he managed to do it all whilst still keeping up a fairly regular social life. He dated but only one relationship lasted anything close to a year and that had ended for two reasons; one, she hadn't been impressed with him having a female best friend and two, she received a promotion so she was moving to lead the Boston offices. And that was fine and dandy with Brant. Mischa was an important person in his life and if the women he was seeing couldn't cope, they weren't worth the time. When things took a dive south for Mischa, Brantley was there to help her get back on her feet. She was a stubborn girl, it was one of the things he'd adored about her and he was a creative spirit so he did what he did best and helped her out over a bottle of wine and on a random napkin he'd found from a take away place he'd sketched up an idea of a logo. Now at thirty four, Brantley is wondering what took him so long back then to start up his own company. For the last eight years, despite a bit of a rough start, Brantley couldn't be any happier with the business. He did wish on occasion that he had someone to share it with, and had, in all honesty thought by now there would be someone in a permanent capacity, maybe a kid or two running around but the Fates had not been kind in that department and he had none of that. But at least he had Mischa and the rest of his friends.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali, Queen of the Damned!
RULE WORDS: I'm holding them for ransom.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: At the shoe store!
SAMPLE:

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[Cali]