Introduction
Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.
Appearance
Notable Features
✁ Exceptionally tall, it is a good thing he is able to cut a seam to cover those beansprout legs, with a thin, lean, and sinewy build that fills into his suits nicely.✁ He keeps a quick grin, unwilling to let his mind wander to darker spaces for even a moment.
✁ Both of his hands are covered in scars; only some of these can be blamed on a slip of the scissors.
✁ Waxes energetic in a vibrant Irish accent mixed up with Cockney slang
Personal Style
Bran's pride and joy is in his stitch-craft, with painstaking care taken to ensure he is dressed his sharpest at all times; that attention to detail only sometimes extends to things like combing his hair or shaving.Mr. Bran O'Donnell
Master Tailor, The Studio, East End
Master Tailor, The Studio, East End
Circumstances
Currently
Oscillating between working in his studio, and keeping his siblings out of trouble.Health & Capabilities
He has a stoic constitution, and will overwork himself far beyond his limits — at which point his body demands a break. Due to trauma from his adolescence and continued abuse to his hands through his own stubbornness and pride, he is forced to take frequent breaks while working.Socioeconomics
The restless middle child to working-class O'Donnells had not set Bran up for a life of lofty dreams or privilege. The old man worked himself into an angry canker, and ma worked until Bran thought her fingers might fall off from shaking. Every swing of the axe, every weave of the needle. From a young age, Bran understood the importance of labor and doing a good job, and he took great pride in it. It was too easy for him to catch the attention of a local tailor, too easy for him to thread needle and loop a button with quick, painstaking detail. But there was not much in the way of education or promise for a boy like him, not if he wanted to be a real stitcher — a surgeon. Any hopes he has had for being something more have been crushed, quite literally, with an injury to both hands from his adolescence further inhibiting Bran from being able to fulfill his true dreams. Still, he labors. Every stitch, every seam. To give himself something, to give his family something. One more suit, one more dream fulfilled for someone else.Skills & Talents
✁ First put thread to needle at age 3, following after his sister, Úna, who was following after their ma.✁ Stitched up a sweet old tabby cat at age 7 after it was beat on by some older kids. Bran called it 'Troddy', because he was a little trodaire (fighter). Every cat since is also called Troddy.
Present Relationships
✁ The old man, Hugh, age 60, is a laborer, although he spends more time in a pub than down at the docks.✁ Older sister, Úna, age 33, works as a seamstress in Liverpool where she lives with her husband, Darragh, and their three little brats.
✁ Younger twin siblings, Séamus and Caoimhe, aged 22. While they're both apprenticed with him, most days it feels like Bran's only got so much thread to keep them tethered to something useful. They have a habit of keeping company with gang members, but he knows they've got their ma's fearlessness, and he'd be a cursed hypocrite if he tried to force them on the straight and narrow. Still, Bran worries it's likely only a matter of time before he hears about one or both of them getting arrested, or worse.
✁ Malcolm Kincade, mid-50s, master tailor under whom Bran apprenticed; the two may not share the same faith of the spirit, but they are forever stitched together for their love of the craft. Now that Bran has his own shop these last six years, their relationship has shifted from teacher-student to friendly (and sometimes not-so-friendly) rivals.
Identity
Hobbies
✁ Fixing the world's broken things ✁ Clean stitchwork ✁ Anything and everything to do with studying the latest cuts of cloth ✁ Finding more effective ways of keeping Séamus and Caoimhe out of troubleHabits & Routines
Bran is a devout Catholic, and begrudgingly joins his old man in Mass regularly. It is perhaps the only space the men can share in which they do not resort to bitter words. Despite the deep rift between them, and scars both physical and emotional, these rituals allow father and son to connect in a way that seems insurmountably impossible outside hallowed ground.When not in such holy spaces, Bran's predilections turn less pious. High-strung, he regularly partakes in smoke and drink, especially when the pain from his hands is too great to ignore.
And in even more private and secret spaces, Bran's routines breach the lines of sin and law, requiring daily indulgence to push his personal boundaries and find some semblance of control. These darker habits are those he goes to great lengths to conceal, and he has created whole routines around just that in order to keep business and pleasure safely separate.
Personality
Strengths;✁ A keen attention to detail, right down to the final stitch ✁ An enduring patience for any and all animals ✁ Empathy ✁ A quip for every occasion
Weaknesses;
✁ Broken things ✁ Prideful ✁ Too much like the old man ✁ Not allowing himself time to rest his hands before they start to hurt ✁ Penchant for getting into fights he knows he can't win ✁ Self-medicating ✁ Thinking he can, in fact, fix all the world's broken things
Pleasures;
✁ Freshly sharpened pair of scissors ✁ The sound of children laughing ✁ Anything and everything to do with studying the latest cuts of cloth ✁ The way the light bounces off the city on a foggy morning
Aversions;
✁ Actually having to talk about FeElInGs ✁ Loud, angry drunks (loud and happy? Sure, let 'em have their fun; quiet and angry? Well, so long as they're not botherin' anyone; quiet and happy? Well, those are the second-best kind of drunks, but few and far between) ✁ Having to "give up" on a project ✁ Stillness
Background
History
Born in Donegal in 1856. Second oldest of four (surviving siblings). Their old man labored most of his life and their ma was a beacon of light on a foggy morning. Her skill with thread and needle would fascinate her first-born son nearly every day until cholera would take her from them.Their father moved them to Liverpool after that, and things weren't much better. The old man was just getting angrier and angrier, and it didn't help that Bran looked just like their late ma, that he laughed like her, smiled like her, had big dreams like her.
To get away from an increasingly turbulent environment, Bran sought out solace in an apprenticeship, putting the skills his ma taught him to good use. Malcolm Kincade was only marginally more patient than Bran's old man, but he knew there was no denying the kid's talent, his eye for fabric or cut, or how a single stitch could completely transform a suit.