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JARED JESSE BRANNON
J.J. • COWBOY • DAVID GANDY
Name: Jared Jesse Brannon
Date of Birth: July 23, 1838
Body type: fit.
A dark brown, sexy coiffure of thick hair. Usually sweaty and flattened by the cowboy hat that he wears like a crowning jewel. His blue piercing eyes hold a contemptuous and dangerous look. He can stop a man with just one level look, usually. If that doesn't work, usually his walk will key people in on how he's feeling, the slower and more steady the walk, usually the more deadly, but the usual paced walk is just his normal gait, and most people don't care. Otherwise his voice is a big factor. This rough down on his luck cowboy has a striking way with words, he is not like a regular cowboy, though he lets people portray him as a usual cowboy. He has excellent eye contact and 20/20 vision. He has a strong fit build with narrow hips that are usually found in the leather seat of a saddle. He has long legs and lean huge feet that are found in the leather encompass of a boot. His hands are big, and just like his feet, they are hidden, only in gloves. He's got strong arms with thick, ripped muscles. His pectoral muscles are just as bronzed as the rest of his body from the sun, and when he's working, veins snake out of his body to cool the blood flow as it travels through his body.
J.J. Is a dangerous person. He's great with a pistol and is very good with words. He can use words to weasel things out of people, or he can use his strength. But Jared isn't a bad person. He puts up a wall and blocks people out, but under all that gruff and temper, is a kind and caring person. J.J. is extreme on his cowboys, especially about alcohol and any form of abuse, even on blacks, which are usually rare in these parts. J.J. isnt someone to be taken lightly, if you insult him, you've made a big mistake, but he isn't vengeful and basically the worst he's ever done is shoot someone, who lived of course! Well and he did blind his father.... J.J. is also a bit of a woman hater. After his previous experience with women, he will never go back to that life, he's given up all hope of having a life like that, not to mention how things happened with his parents, he isn't exactly gunning to get hitched.
J.J. is a very fair person, most honest and truly good people, usually, key word usually, like him. Almost everyone doesn't trust him, but deep down, he is a very good man. Also deep down, very deep mind you, is a need and a fierce want, to be loved, or maybe even just accepted. J.J. is truly distraught over his family life, and for the moment is torn between how wrong his brother was about his running away, and how right he may actually be.
Jared Jesse Brannon was born to Jesse and Suzanne Brannon in Flagstaff, Texas in the hot summer of 1838. Jesse Brannon was a hard cold man, he was enveloped in his work and loved no one, especially not his four children. Jared was the oldest of three brothers and one sister. Jesse junior was second eldest, then David, then his young sister, who is a major 16 years younger. Suzanne was always there for him, she loved all her boys equally, but somehow the love that J.J. shared with his mom was different, and somehow J.J. was different from his brothers. Jesse Brannon beat his wife, usually once a month, but when he'd get drinking it could be a whole week of torture. Of course those times were very relaxed about abuse, especially to a wife. Jesse was a ranch man and own several ranches of cattle, and most were usually very profitable, but others were horrible, and when things got rough they brought profits down, and with that the drinking would start.
For the first Four years it was just Suzanne getting abused, but when she got pregnant with Jesse Junior the abuse started on J.J.. At four years old it was pretty bad, but his mothers cries and her constant imploring for Jesse to stop always won over eventually. When little Junior came along Jared was already seasoned in the abuse and had changed from the outgoing vibrant kid, to the quiet kid in church who occasionally limped. His mother was adamant on his education, and made him learn everything she could teach him, she even taught him the books of the ranch, since she was the unofficial book keeper. Surprisingly J.J. enjoyed the book work and was very sharp. By the time J.J. was ten he was the top of his class in the new school, already riding out on the winter calving and one of the most elegant riders on the ranch. His father had slowed in his ages, and the abuse slowly quit, though he still would strike out every now and then with a vicious fury. When he was fourteen he was just coming in from round up when he heard screaming, he dropped his cowboy hat and ran into the living room. His twelve year old brother was knocked out on the floor with a split lip and the formings of a black eye. His youngest brother was hiding behind the rugged couch, crying quietly at the age of six. Baby Ellie was crying somewhere and J.J. Followed the screams into his mothers nursing room, separate from the parents room. The crib was tipped over and baby Ellie was on the carpet crying. He picked up her delicate body and walked her out to David. "Go," he remembered saying. "Go outside and hide in the barn with her, don't let the men see you, hide by the hay bails and mom will get you later. Go!" he remembered saying. David turned and J.J. walked down the halls into his parents room. He was brutally raping her, she was crying and her arm seemed disfigured on the bed. Her blue crystal eyes connected with her sons, her eyes seemed to be begging him to run. J.J. Could see the red and blue bruises at her throat. He screamed out a horrible word he'd never said before. He'd always taken all of his fathers hits for his mom, just to spare her the abuse. He ran at his father, furious, angry, hostile, dangerous. He shoved his father off the bed with such force that when they hit the wall it knocked the wind out of his surprised father. Her mother had crawled off the bed and was cradling her arm. Jared pounded into his father, his youth and strength no match for the older man. The man shoved Jared off though and managed to stand up and start for his wife. Jared tripped him and started up on him. His mother started screaming as his fists started drilling into the once handsome man's face. The man manged to grab Jared's throat and tried choking him. He pulled the mans hands off and started to choke him as well. "Jared! Stop!! Oh God! Oh my God! Baby stop!" tears streamed down Jared's face as he felt his father slow down and the man started at him. His mother dragged his hands away and forced him to look at him. "Jared," her blue drowning eyes implored him. "Go to Ellie's room, under my mattress there's an envelope. Take that. It was my dowry." She didn't mention that she'd had to sell the family jewels to get the money. "I have some family in Nee York. Ok lovey? Ok?! You hear me? Take the money, find Auntie Marie, I already sent her the letter, take the thoroughbred, he'll get you far!" Everything was so confusing, he would have questioned it, if Jesse hadn't moaned and start the beginnings of waking up. "Jared! go!" she said, pushing him with her good hand toward the door. She started to go, but then he stopped and hugged his half dressed mother, kissing her cheek. "I'll get the doctor in town. David's in the barn with Ellie by the hay. I love you mama," he said. He grabbed the money under the mattress, then grabbed his hat, shoved his feet back in his boot and ran to Storm Reel, their thoroughbred stallion. He shoved the western saddle on the horse and took off like a tornado. He sent the doctor back when he reached the town of Flagstaff. He paid a stable boy a nickel to get the stallion back to his father in one piece. Then he got a one way ticket to New York.
Auntie Marie was married to a lawyer in New York, he'd only met her twice, both for Christmas, but the second time Jesse got drunk and the family split. J.J. Joined a college, like her mother had told Marie in the letter to do. J.J. Did the college thing like his mother had instructed, he had his apprenticeship with Uncle Vincent and when he graduated in 1850 at the age of 22. In 1859 he met Jenna Reese, a debutante. She was beautiful and charming. He fell head over heels in love with her. Jenna was attracted to the lawyer, who she thought was rich, considering his status in the community. They got very serious but when he asked for her hand in marriage she laughed in his face and she said that she couldn't marry a poor man, and then she walked over to an enemy co-worker and clung to his arm liking smiled at him like she'd once smiled at J.J.. Angry and bitter he took the first train out of town. He hadn't been poor, not nearly. But she'd heard if his past threw gossip and shed thought he was just as poor. He drifted for a while, and occasionally did a few cases, but one might he was drinking it up in a bar in San Antonio, contemplating visiting home or not, when two Texas Rangers got in a scuffle, one was shot square in the chest, he died instantly, and the other managed to knock the man to the floor. Men gathered around in a riotous manner and the bartender was yelling his head off. Jared grabbed his shiny colt .45 pistol and managed to shoot the outlaw in the foot. The Texas ranger helped the man behind bars and Jared signed his life away to the rangers. He saddled up the next morning and rode out with them. They protected Texas from hostile Indians and outlaws, actually, mostly outlaws. By the time it was 1867 he resigned from the Ranger Outfit. He went home for the first time in 15 years. His father was blind in one eye and recently after he left the thoroughbred dumped him and gave the man a broken leg when it got stuck in the stirrup. Out of cruelty the man wanted the animal put down, but Suzanne finally took a stand and pushed him over a hay bail, in his haste to find his bearings the trigger pulled, but instead of shooting the horse, or even Ellie, it struck through a random cowhand. It was a big trial in flagstaff for a while, but finally the verdict was not guilty. When J.J. Returned he learned this all, as well that Junior blamed J.J. For the abuse the family suffered and said that he ran away. Junior hates J.J. at the moment. About two months after that he got in a verbal fight with his father, and his father had a heart attack and passed away soon after. J.J. Was given the land, being the eldest. His brother hates him and after he had a little fight with him, he hugged and kissed his mother and left again. He 'found' Buffalo Creek Bay, and is now considering buying a Ranch there, but for the moment he's just a regular cowhand at one of the ranch, going under the name J.J. Parks, since his last name is fairly well known. They aren't famous, but in Texas they are known for having the finest Hereford cattle and Shorthorn Cattle.
FOXX • EIGHTEEN • SIX
The bright sun in the dull, blue sky made the air hot and tangible. The bushes in the canyon rustled as the wind rushed threw the crevice. The earth shook and there was a sweet holler. Then, out of the end of the canyon, a horse leaped out of the opening, bucking like a wild thing. The man on its back was standing in his stirrups, holding the reins with one hand and shouting into the wind, holding his hat. The horse collected itself into a trot and started threw the thick plains that would lead over the hills and into the town of Buffalo Creek Bay. Buffalo snorted and bellowed at the pair, keeping a safe distance. The cowboy firmly placed the hat on his head and tipped it at a cow and calf just a few yards away. The calf stated curiously, but the calf bumped it away and snorted, threatening the horse and rider. Jared Jesse gave a crooked grin and said, "Pardon, ma'am, just moseyin' along." J.J. urged his mount into a canter. The horse loped over the rolling hills and then pulled short when he finally reached the town. He stood on the hilltop looking down at the bustling town in the early morning sun. Dust fluttered behind chuck wagons and stagecoaches. A posse of men on horses trotted out of one section and up to the mercantile. The sheriff was making his rounds by the bar, and the bath house was taking in another customer it seemed. He clicked to his horse and squeezed with his legs, the horse took the cue and moved into the lopey canter and he trotted down to the mercantile to check in and see if there was anyone looking for work.
He walked his horse up to the hitching post and with an elegance and grace of years of experience, the man swung out of the saddle. The sheriff glared at him and he tipped his hat with a respectful smile and firmly tied his thoroughbred to the post. "Behave Donte," he told the horse, grabbing a small pebble from the ground and walked to the door. When he turned around the horse was attempting to undo the knot. He tossed the pebble at the horse and he snorted warily. "I told you to behave," he said with a smile at the horse. The horse gave him an innocent look and started to hit his chin against the post out of boredom. "I'll be a moment ole boy, hold down the fort for me." He stripped through the door and into the warm store. It was just as hot in here than out,... If not hotter. "Howdy do," he said to the assumed owner of the store. "Do you know if any of the ranches need a ranch hand around here?"
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