Brandar O'Dule
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| Industry | Military |
|---|---|
| Location | Ireland |
| Introduction | Brandar grew into his own over the years—his looks got a little better, but by no means was he any better than average, if that. He was very intelligent and his natural brawn prevented too many kids from picking on him. He wasn’t beat up often; he was really just ostracized more than anything else. There was just one other boy, Ulfgar, who had the strength and gumption to pick on Brandar. Brandar HATED him. Ulfgar thought it was a fun game to bull rush Brandar whenever he wasn’t paying attention, which was often. See, Brandar was a bit of a nerd. He always had his head buried in a book. Whenever he walked through camp, his head was down and reading—he was oblivious to what went on around him. Ulfgar took advantage of this and ran him down often. Brandar never became more aware, but he did alter the way he walked a little bit so he was harder to bull over. His low steady movement, just became another quirk and something else to laugh at. |