Brandon Profile

Name: Brandon "B.C." Carter
Race: Human
Age:  24
Sex:  Male
Height:  6'11''
Weight:  "Heavy enough that people think I should be on Weight Watchers. Although I did already lose a lot of weight already..."
Eye Color:  Blue
Hair color: Black
Complexion:  "As white and pale as the driven snow. Or, you know, fair?"
Birthplace:  Manhattan
Birthdate: October 13th, 1992
Physical Characteristics:  Aside from all the pudge and love handles he has going on, he has a few scars on his body from tussles with humans, fey, and demons alike. He is usually never without two things: one, his blue-frame eyeglasses, and two, his lucky celtic necklace that he keeps underneath his shirt. His outfit changes from day to day, but generally he likes to wear shirts with bright colors or pastels, along with a pair of jeans and black and white sneakers. In winter months, he is usually never found without his white parka, a sweater, a blue knitted hat with a pom-pom, and mittens.
Temperment: He is really outgoing, eager to strike up a conversation with a stranger when the chance arises and exploring everything a place has to offer him. In addition, he has a big heart, always looking for ways to help a friend or someone in need. He always tries to be as kind to others as he possibly can, even if those others are assholes. While generally calm and collected on the outside, he battles anxiety and self-doubt on the inside, especially in regards to making new friends and his own shortfalls. He generally dislikes fighting as a first option unless there isn't an option at all.
Ability/Strengths: B.C. is a Delta-Class Cryokinetic, capable of conjuring and manipulating ice as he pleases. In addition, others have noted that he has slight Meteorokinesis, in that he can also cause snow and freezing rain, although most would say that would fall under the umbrella of Cryokinesis or, rather, Hydrokinesis. In case his mental abilities fail him, he is also a brown belt in Judo. His greatest strength isn't particularly his strength: it's more how he adapts to the situations and uses his powers accordingly, seeking a weak spot of some sort and using that instead of using brute force (unless, of course, that's the only option). 'Work smarter, not harder' is truly something he takes to heart.
Weaknesses: Along with the usual 'if you use your powers too much for long periods of time or use a lot of effort in one blast, you could give yourself headaches and brain damage' psychics tend to have, Brandon is particularly sensitive to anything that pries his mind open like a pinata and manipulates his emotions. He is also a 'bit' too kind for his own good, allowing people whom he calls friends to use and manipulate him for far too long before he stops seeing them altogether, and even then, feeling terribly guilty about doing so. Contrary to popular belief, though, he is NOT weak to fire. This disappoints the pyrokinetics. He is also very, VERY blind without his glasses. Please don't take away his glasses.
Social Class:  Lower middle class
Occupation: Freelance editor, traditional and digital artist, occasional writer, owner of a knitted goods business on etsy...
Religion: "I don't think Boreas appreciates some shmuck from Manhattan worshipping him, buuuuut..."
Political Preferences: "Politics is a terrible topic get that thing away from me oh god NOT THE TRUMP PICTURES AAAGH"
Parents: "I have a mom and dad, but we're estranged."
Siblings:  "Same with my elder brother. Let's not talk about him at all. He doesn't exist."
School:  Graduated Summa Cum Laude from New York University with a Bachelors in English.
Failures:  "Thaaat's a bit too personal to get into."
Quirks:  His cryrokinesis reacts to his emotions on occasion. As an example, when he was 13, he was so upset about the rampant acne on his face that he accidently covered the mirror in frost. Enjoys cooking, knitting, sewing, and all sorts of other things people think as "girly". He also keeps a tiny, stuffed puppy in his pocket for good luck and comfort.
Favorite Food:  A big, hearty bowl of chicken noodle soup. ("In fact, fuck it. Give me ALL the soup! Give me all the SPICY soup! I'll dump a bottle of siracha in there if I have to! :I " )
Favorite Color: Pink
Trauma: "n-nooooo, i'm not telling you! Yet. Please. ._. "