WILSON, Bradley

[Bradley Wilson]

The crew is out tonight


{Your love is nothing I can't fight,
Can't sleep with the man who dims my shine.}

Name: Bradley Wilson
Age: 17
Birthday: May 14th
Alliance : The Gents

Scarred for life, what a sight

Personality:
Bradley is most commonly known as a bitch, he can be cold and very calculating. Wise beyond his years, the boy can be condescending at times. A lot of it boils down to being a facade, Bradley isn't as much of an ice prince as he lets on. He has a heart and though he rarely lets it show, he is compassionate and loving to those closest to him. Making up for his serious disadvantage when it comes to physical strength, Bradley has a sharp tongue. His cruel wit has gotten him into many difficult situations but he has yet to relent. He prides himself in his intelligence and makes it known.

Bradley is a confident individual, he tends to treat others as if he is superior to them, turning his nose up at them. Yet, he can actually be rather vulnerable, wanting to be accepted and liked. No matter how much he doesn't like to admit it, he hates feeling ostracized. He has known his whole life he was different and he prides himself for being so unique but he doesn't appreciate being made fun of for it. Bradley is one of those people who will tell you exactly what is on his mind, not really taking care to sugar coat anything. In response to any harassment or bullying he became an "in your face" kind of person. If you don't like the way he is? Tough. At least that's how he sees it.

He takes great pride in his body, clothing style as well as his voice, he feels like those are things he can really take ownership of. His abilities in those subjects help enable his confidence. He may appear vain to most people and he knows that, appearances are very important to him. Bradley, if you actually do bother to get to know him can actually be a really sweet kid. Sure, he may point out all your fashion faux pas but it's all good intentions.

Bradley whether he likes it or not, depends on other people to help his self image. Before he really had any friends his bitchiness was off the charts, he had horrible self esteem and coped in superiority. He has since then lightened up and really calmed down, he can be a very sweet boy especially if you mean something to him. Bradley naturally likes to take of people, whenever Spencer is upset or sick he immediately caters to him whether it is welcome or not.

His relationship with Spencer is unstable at best, they get into fights often, which ends up usually with him on the ground clutching his face. Bradley is not the type to just it, he scoffs and uses his words to break Spencer even more. He often feels horrible aftewords but the relationship takes a rather large toll on him, especially keeping it a secret.

A generation with no hope

One word to describe the Character: Fashionable

Likes :
Singing
Marc Jacobs
Alexander McQueen
Dior
Armani
Viviene Westwood
Broadway
Shopping
Paris
Rome
Traveling in general
Cars
Cologne
Music
Reading
Champagne
Fashion
Men
Wine

Dislike:
Bad Hygiene
Knockoffs
Ignorance
Funerals
Cocky People
Rudeness
Force
Keeping his relationship secret
Upsetting Spencer
the Underground Army

Strengths:
Charismatic
Biting wit
Intelligent

Weaknesses:
Can be a bitch
Spencer
Shopaholic

Distinguishing Scars/Marks: A scar of the left side of his neck from a fight.

This Concrete Jungle

History:

Born on a beautiful spring day, Bradley was named by his mother after his grandfather. His father was positively giddy at the idea of having a son, someone to carry on the family name. The Wilson's were rather well off, old money really. His mother never worked a day in her life and his father was secured a job with the family's business, so they were rather set. Growing up, Bradley got pretty much whatever he wanted, helping build up his slightly snooty persona. His mother would take him shopping constantly, what else was the housewife to do while her husband was off on business trips? Sleep around?

Well that too but she didn't let her little boy know any of that, he only say the glamor and glitz. He was dressed in Armani before he could even walk. Naturally, his father later blamed his mother for his sexuality, after all she had taken him off on numerous fashion outings. Bradley knew from a young age that he liked girl things more than boy things, dolls, dress up, Disney princesses. His mother never minded, even encouraged her son's love for effeminate things.

He attended a private school where he excelled in most of his classes, he especially enjoyed taking French. Friends were few and far between, he had a handful of other kids he could call friendly. Realizing that he really was different only made him act even more superior, his only defense mechanism. Middle school was particularly troublesome, homophobic slurs were shot at him, though most of the comments centered around his overtly feminine voice. His mother had assured him that he was merely a late bloomer, it didn't stop his father from pestering the doctor every time he had an appointment.

He would have thought that people would have had better things to discuss, especially in a private school but children are cruel and so the teasing continued. High school only increased his already uncomfortable situation, he liked his voice the way it was, he could sing higher than most of the girls in the choir as he pointed out smugly to anyone who asked. Still, his looks weren't really maturing and he was nervous he was some modern Dorian Gray. He took higher classes, fluent in French by the time he hit Sophomore year. He took after his mother, focusing on his clothing, things about his appearance that he actually did have control over. Appearances were everything and he took pride in his personal style.

His looks still hadn't changed much, though he did sprout up a few inches and his face had matured he still looked very young. Most of his concerns rested with the loss of his virginity, no one would believe his age. One of the guidance councilors approached him, Donald Kristoff. He fed Bradley some bullshit story about caring about the bullying but nearly in the same breath propositioned him for sex. He couldn't give up his virginity, not like that. He declined and got the hell out of there but not without a forced kiss and some groping. Scared, Bradley avoided the man at all costs who seemed to be doing the same besides the occasion leer.

Bradley came out to his parents shortly after, his mother accepted him with open arms... his father not so much. His old man grew bitter over a rather short period of time and pretended he had never said a word at all. They decided it would be better for him to move out, them funding him of course. He felt like some dirty little secret.

He met Spencer when he was sent to live with his aunt. She worked for a magazine and with her help he got into the modeling business. For Bradley it was pretty perfect, he could be the label whore he always was and get to show it off. He joined the Gents and became confident in his role with them. Spencer came out to him and Bradley vowed to keep it a secret, extremely touched that the handsome boy had trusted him so much. He gave his virginity to Spencer and they began to date in secret.

Can be rough

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