Braddock is rarely without a smile or a deep hearty laugh. Most everything amuses him to some extent. In contrast, he openly answers to the term "Bastard", and even takes pride in his title and parentage. That being said, he is a lover of companionship, and he jokes that he is just trying to pass on his "blessing" of being a bastard to a whole new generation.
Braddock is a lover of wine women and song- but as a reward for overcoming adversity and not a way of life. This often puts him at odds with followers of The Drunkard, but not anything that would ever come to blows, as he also recognizes the value of forming friendships via drink.
When it comes to business (combat, stealing, or what have you...) Braddock is all business. He is quick and efficient, and meets violence with violence when needed. He'd prefer not to kill when he doesn't have to, but he won't hesitate if the stakes get raised, or it will provide more convenient in the future. True to his nature, he often smiles broadly, or softly chuckles during this time...
backstory:
"BASTARD!" The plump merchant spat out of his purple face.
To that, Braddock only laughed his deep resonant laugh. "Poor little piggy!" He said between chuckles. "Did you think this would be easy?" Braddock had long made a career of being a bastard; not only by birth, but by his actions as well.
"Honey, make sure you get ALL his jewelery..." Braddock stated, as he gave her a firm swat on her backside for motivation.
His respone to Livia's icy glare was but more laughter, as he leaned back on the seat of his new cart, and started in on an apple retrieved from the back. Braddock was good at what he did, and what he did was rob merchants. Oh, he wouldn't go after small time people trying to make a living - Where's the fun in that? No. The Bearded Bastard went after the greediest, fattest, most usurous merchats in all of the River Kingdoms - They were the most fun, what with their confident guards, and shiny armor. He loved to show them up and watch the smugness melt off those merchants like so much ice in Summer.
"You won't get away with this!" The merchant spat out, as Livia continued to relieve him of his remaining gear. "I've the ear of the Northern Council! I'll PERSONALLY make sure the bounty on your heads is enough to get every bounty hunter from here to Cassomir to come get your heads!"
To that, Braddock only laughed again. "By all means little piggy!" Make sure you spell Braddock with two 'd's, I don't want to be confused with anyone else!" As soon as Livia was done, she quickly tied him to a tree, and they were off on the cart before the guards woke up.
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"Pretty good score we made today!" Braddock said to Livia. "I was wondering if you were up for another score today..." he continued as his hand made his way to her backside. He was met with a refusal and a slap to the face.
"You damned idiot!" Livia told him. "Do you KNOW what trouble you got us into? The Northern Council WILL have our heads for this! you have just signed our death warrants, and all you can think about is a good time on top of me?!" Before he could respond, she continued as she mounted her horse "That's it, I am gone. I'm going to make haste to South and hopefully get to another River Kingdom, or Korvosa before the ink dries on our bounties. If you have any brains in your head, you'll do the same. I doubt it however..." And with that, His partner and long time lover was gone in a cloud of dust and anger.
After about a quarter hour, Braddock stopped being glum about not having any girl to conquer, and began to consider her comments. He wasn't dumb, but he also wasn't afraid to make choices and live with them. This may be the first time in a long time, he may have to be...cautious.
He remembered the last time he ran away from a problem...he was 8, and escaped from Starfall, where the only reason a halforc bastard wasn't immediately beaten daily, was that his mother made quite a princely sum entertaining the so called 'nobles' in that barbarous nation. Sighing with self contempt, he thought that he must again go on the run....
With that, he quickly left the produce that he couldn't carry (or would spoil easily) grabbed what gold and valuables could fit in his backpack and saddlebags, and made off to the North for Brevoy to find yet another new future...
