Brandon SCHMIDT

Brandon Alexander Schmidt was born the third of an eventual five children. The second son, he felt the pressure of being overshadowed by his brother whom he looked up to for the majority of his life. He also felt the sting of not being nearly as novel as his twin sisters who were born eight years after he came into the world. It made the Middle Child role easy to fill for him and took the pressure off in many ways.

He was an excellent student, who really shined in government studies and history. These would later shape the course for his career trajectory more than a basketball scholarship would have. Decent in sports, he preferred the contact to those of strategy even if he was adequate at Chess and golf. Those were more suited for his brother who pursued a degree in the medical field. Hands on was the only way that Brandon seemed to learn anything.

By the time he was ready to graduate, he was accepted into John Jay College in New York. This had been his first choice even if he'd applied to other schools and he didn't bother waiting to see which other schools would allow him into their programs. He began pre-law and at nineteen, decided to pursue a degree in Criminal Justice which he did obtain upon graduation but by then he'd set his sights on an new goal.

Brandon attended the NYPD Academy even though it cost him a set of black eyes one Christmas Eve. He'd always had an innate desire to serve with New York's Finest. During the first three years of patrol, he gained attention for both collars and his attention to detail. He never forgot a face or a place he'd been to and his quick thinking had set him apart from many in the same position.

When he was approached by the Organized Crime Control Bureau, he didn't hesitate. Becoming an officer had been the first step but undergoing training for investigation had always been his goal. With his unique skill set and general ability to hide in plain sight, he made detective and within his third year landed a rather extensive detail. Undercover work had been a thrill but this case changed his mind about a lot of things.

After the resolution of the case, he was gunned down in 2011. It's an incident that he won't get into in any grave detail. Nearly six months of recovery time apparently taught him nothing as he continued to work within the OCCB as both an investigator and UC. In the beginning of 2016, the OCCB disbanded and sent their workforce to amalgamate with others. While Brandon had a few options, he chose to be absorbed into Manhattan Gang, where other members of Vice and the OCCB had gone.

The transition was a difficult one; egos in the workplace made for many unnecessary altercations. Despite two promotions, Brandon still realized that he was the new man in a machine that worked fairly well before him. Work friction and his personal life caused him to seek out other opportunities, which currently still hang in the air. This is due to both governmental obstruction and his own restlessness.

In Brandon's personal life, he'd always been a piece of shit. Where he put nearly all of his effort into his work, he fell short outside that realm. A string of false starts in relationships, dismantled and estranged ex lovers, and at least one true 'what if' had led him to the belief that his cards were best played when his hand was full. Honest and open, but never quite Brandon was a serial fuck up who owned more than he should and wore the majority of misguided perception like a suit of armor.

Those that got to know him understood there was a reason to this methodology; one wouldn't get hurt if one didn't get close and there was never a promise he couldn't keep if he never made any. However, as all things happen when one is entirely dead set on the idea that love is dead, it claws up from the earth like a terrible horror film.

For him, becoming a domesticated demon has not been as big of a struggle as it would seem -- even if he has his moments.

Brandon is obsessed with food even though he can't cook. His favorites include: barbecue of any kind, pies of the fruit variety (though his favorite is Maple Sugar Cream,) and orange starburst.

Out of his love for food comes his health routine. He goes to the gym excessively and runs an average of five miles a day. Running is non-negotiable. Jujitsu and Krav Maga are his preferred combat training of choice and though he has specific certification for work, he has practiced Jujitsu for eight years and Krav for thirteen. He does not advertise either.

Despite his more serious nature, Brandon loves a good prank. He tries to surround himself with those who can both handle and dish back practical jokes.

Brandon is a high functioning alcoholic with an occasional penchant for prescription drugs and cocaine, both of which he is not dependent on and has mostly tapered off of. While he realizes that the behavior is hypocritical, the stress of work needs something to take the edge off

He lives on impulse the majority of the time in his personal life. A hedonist to the excessive degree -- food, sex, and the pursuit of pleasure oftentimes take precedence over all else.

Though he has an explosive temper, he has an extremely long fuse. It is difficult to make him angry, but once he is to that point it is difficult to get him to forgive

Raised Catholic, he participates in mass and confession only when absolutely necessary having lost the majority of his faith after being gunned down.

Though Brandon is not very forthcoming about his feelings, he is both very generous and loyal to those he loves. Gifts are ways to express what he cannot say and while he is trying to be better about putting things into words, he really does love finding gifts for people.

Not much of a sentimentalist, he has very few trinkets or pictures that mean much to him. A small collection reside on his desk at work and the other, more personal, are in a storage unit. He does this out of paranoia more than necessity.

Brandon has been a detective for eleven years (on the force for fourteen) and discharged his firearm four times during the course. Two of them resulted in casualties but the police will neither confirm nor deny this fact.

He has been an undercover officer for ten of the eleven years as a detective, this is why he does not participate in social media though he'll always claim that he has a technological deficiency, which is true.

He drives a '68 black impala that he purchased at an auction for impounded vehicles in the summer of 2016. This replaced a car of the same make that he crashed the year before under curious circumstances.

His favorite all time film is Bullit, favorite album of all time is Empyrean Isles, and his favorite book is The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson.

He loves both the Celtics and the Patriots despite being a New York resident.

He plays trumpet, specifically jazz but not for anyone but himself. If asked, he'll always say he doesn't play an instrument.

played by Chris Evans
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