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.