About

Your name is BRODERICK STRIDER, although you haven't been called this since you dropped out of school in 10th grade.
Most people call you BRO.

You recently turned TWENTY SIX, though the face behind your childish, pointed shades reveals that you have experienced much more than most people your age.
For eight years you raised a boy named DAVE, who you found amongst the cratered remains of your favorite record shop.
Although you don't speak about the actual events (or much at all), your adopted little spacebaby is NO LONGER WITH YOU. You refuse to elaborate on that and will typically close up if the matter is approached.
All that's know is that this event threw you into a fit of emotional nothingness, and you haven't been the same since. It's even cost you the three steady jobs you once held.
You are slowly working through your troubles with the help of ROSE LALONDE, a fresh faced college student with an aspiration geared toward psychiatry.
She suggested you use tumblr as a way to get in touch with others and open up again.

You're a MASTER SWORDSMAN and a skilled MUSICIAN, and often spend your spare time (that being the only kind you have now) doing activities related to those two things.

You're also NOT VERY BRIGHT, and speak in a soft, warm southern voice.