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basics.
full name. miguel bryant
nicknames. merc, jackass, fuckboy

sex. male
gender. masculine, he/him

physical age. twnety-three years old
mental age. twenty-three years old
spiritual age. twenty-three years old

group. badlands
rank. grunt
titles. n/a

species. human
appearance. ref ref
modifications, scars, permanent injuries, etc. scar across his left eyebrow, and left side of his lips. several doodled tattoos he did to himself ref ref ref ref

deep inside.
personality type. entp-t
positive traits. witty. sociable. hopeless romantic.
neutral traits. proud. competitive. careless.
negative traits. combative. disruptive. unpredictable. impulsive.
personality description. merc is the type of guy you would see at parties, high within the first half hour. or a adrenaline junkie frat boy that comes off as obnoxious and overbearing but treats his friends like family in the end. he isn't put off by strangers, though. where in this worlds setting, most would be cautious to welcome a stranger with open arms, merc sees more opportunity. he's not so much of a manipulator, as he is just someone who takes advantage of ignorance. the less people know about him the better it is to get what he wants from them, which can account for anything. information, mostly. sometimes favors, or looking for something to keep him occupied.

despite his friendly, and sometimes overbearing nature, he does keep most at arms length. he doesn't reveal much information about himself but enjoys listening to others talk about himself. most the time when there are questions about him, he comes up with a string of lies to satisfy them. though they're never quite them same from what he tells others, and his past is incredibly inconsistent to what others have been told. to one he might have told he was an employee to one of the last working electrical facilities before joining up a rebellion to take it over for themselves. then to another he could have been a messenger that traveled across coast to coast, using nothing but a pocket knife to defend himself from the dangers outside the secure borders of an actual home. he's a very avid storyteller, and likes creating fictional tales more than talking about himself. with the mystery behind whom he really is, though, he's become quite the compulsive liar and will use the unknown behind him to make him seem much bigger and important than who he really is.

mental disorders. suffers from seizures, and visual, auditory and tactile hallucinations - all of his brother
emotional disorders. attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder
quirks. chicago accent. a big pacer when thinking/stressed. uses acronyms, even verbally, for anything. always wearing reflective shades, even when unnecessary. can recall a memory from ten years ago but can't remember what he had for breakfast. kleptomaniac. tries to act like he knows everything. refuses to let anyone know his real name.

goals/dreams. surviving. being loved
fears. loneliness. rejection. enclosed spaces. bridges. getting old.

history. merc was only a few months old when the blackout had occurred. his parents weren't the wealthiest, but they were rather well off and in the upper middle class of society of chicago, illinois. his father had served most his life in the military, and given his status he was given some time to prepare the oncoming apocalypse for his family to survive as long as they would need to. under the impression that this 'apocalypse' wouldn't last long, at least no more than a few years to rebuild what they needed to.

whereas merc grew up knowing a world without power, how to survive in it and never experienced the so-called wonders of technology, his brother, cian, had. he had only been eight years old when it all crumbled down, and adjusting to that new life had been hard. though they stuck together through it all, thick as thieves and always having each others backs. their little gated community was the only society they had ever known, and it was filled with either dirty high class citizens of the old world, desperate for their chance to rise while the world was in its weakest state, or people who rolled on their backs and submitted to the hungry demands. he was never quite sure which his parents were. his mother always wanted and most of his memories of her came with open, harsh opinion filled with envy and desire. his father was rather neutral from what he knew, but it was never quite clear.

his father had passed on first from a type of cancer, from what cian had told him. merc was only seven. his mother fell into a state of depression and from there on cian raised him to know all he had to on living their lives, to survive. when he was twelve his mother disappeared, not single one of their possessions taken. no one knew where she went. no one had seen her even leave the house. she simply disappeared without a trace, though cian was always cautious to ask questions from anyone else. determined not to be taken advantage of from their loss.

it was only six months later than merc was woken up one morning and told to pack everything he could carry on his back. cian had taken a shopping cart from a shopping mart down the road and had stolen rations from the main building of their community. merc had been in charge of clothes, simple things for the most part and cian had taken a hold of their fathers rifle, and armed both of them with switchblades.

they hadn't quite made it far from the gated community before they came across their first issue. raiders practically prowled the outside of the area, waiting for easy targets to come out to attack. they lost half their supplies, dropping it to lose weight to stall and took shelter in an empty lot, sleeping in an old pickup truck long forgotten. it had gone on like that for a solid three years, running out of supplies sooner than they had anticipated. stuck doing odd jobs in turn for food or water. they had stuck to this one man who ran a community similar to where they had been raised in, except under the false pretense that everyone was 'equal'. the relief had not lasted longer than a few months before cian suddenly disappeared one morning. merc refused to believe the half-assed 'went to so-and-so' he was given for explanation, and grew even more anxious when his brother had not returned home for the night.

after weeks of looking for him, putting up with the act that he must have either left merc behind or died from raiders, he had resulted in sneaking around. doing his own investigation and digging around. his clues eventually led him to the fields behind the church where they had held an unofficial 'funeral' for cian, and he was brought to an old barn, half the roof missing and the strong stench of decay clouding it. as one would guess, merc had found his brother there. though not in one piece, that is. instead cians body was in some sort of freezer, at least most of it. only identifiable by the face, lost of all color and life. despite the bloodied and disarrayed mess in the barn there was a neat cabinet full of files. one had cian's name, and as merc read it over he immediately began to feel sick. details of how his brother had tasted, how quick he had died, how his body responded to being torn apart literally limb from limb.

merc didn't hesitate at all to run from the place. taking his and cian's switchblades from when they first went on their own and his fathers rifle, now emptied of ammunition and battered, he'd be damned if he left it behind still. from then on merc kept everyone at distance from himself. a drifter that moved in and out of one place after the other, never quite keen on staying for too long. for the past few months he has been taking shelter in the badlands.

relationships.
generation. gen2
parents. dwyn bryant & callista bryant- deceased
siblings. cian (key-in) - deceased

romantic orientation. biromantic
sexual orientation. bisexual
crushes. anyone with a pulse
love interests. n/a

romantic partner. n/a
children. n/a
best friend. n/a
enemies. n/a

playlist.
song name by artist name
song name by artist name

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