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BRADEN WESTON JR. ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Braden Daniel Weston Jr. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 27. (February 14th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. ❖ GRADE: Part-Time. ❖ MAJOR: Culinary Arts. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Brett Dalton.

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TW: Mentions of war.

Although he was young, Braden knew that his name carried a lot of weight; how could it not? He was Braden Weston, Jr., which was enough for the media to turn their heads and wonder what would become of Taylor and Braden Weston’s eldest child. But even at an early age, he knew he couldn’t live up to the expectations – he was never the best student, nor the most athletic boy on his sports teams. He didn’t have a ‘thing’… except for his incessant cooking. His love for it came to be on a whim one day after school, when nothing seemed appealing enough to eat, not even a microwavable snack. It was then that he decided he’d hope for the best and make something himself, which miraculously turned out tasty. It quickly became something he did every day after he got home from school; a routine of sorts. Cooking was Braden’s ‘thing’.

Though Braden loved to cook, the last thing he wanted to do was go to culinary school after graduating. The eldest Weston attending culinary school? What would the media say? Nothing seemed appealing to him, and that was the reason why he decided to go into the military. It appealed to him because nothing else did, and also because there, he’d be treated like anyone else. There, his name wouldn’t matter. There, he’d be a regular civilian, not a famous couple’s eldest son.

It was a struggle at the beginning, for obvious reasons – being in the military was no joke. Training drained him on a daily basis, but he finally found a purpose. Braden, it turned out, was a bit of a deadshot with his left; he never missed. Impressed by his aim, his captains knew they needed someone like that overseas and soon enough, he was being deployed. Though he was young and scared, he knew he was needed and was up for the arduous task. Braden was just a twenty year old fighting someone else’s fight. Soon enough, Braden was just a twenty year old getting honorably discharged from the military. While in battle, he’d been shot twice – once on his left shoulder, and once in his chest; a bullet that barely missed his heart. Though he wanted to continue, the nerves in his left arm made it impossible for him to be a ‘deadshot’ once again – his hand shook every time he even tried. His services were no longer needed.

It was hard for Braden to find a new purpose, but he wanted to keep busy as to distract him from all the stuff in his head, all the images and flashbacks of what he’d seen while overseas. Going to the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley quickly helped with that, though. There, he found a purpose – he would open a restaurant as soon as graduation came around. With that thought and dream firmly in mind, Braden actually, for once, did well in school and graduated with honors. Soon enough, at a young twenty-four years of age like he’d told himself, he opened a restaurant in the heart of Los Angeles – Il Paradiso D'Italia. Though he wanted to cook his own recipes and be the head chef, his arm and hand would positively throb after a while, and he knew that he couldn’t handle a dinner service on a nightly basis by himself. He needed help. Help came in the form of an all-Italian arsenal, who made the restaurant both authentic and successful.

Braden always thought of himself as a tough guy; the military makes sure you become a tough guy. And though that mindset was still there, he knew that even ‘tough’ people sometimes asked for help. Hell, sometimes the tough thing to do was to ask. Braden knew he needed physical therapy, or anything to help with his arm – if he wanted to be in the thick of things at the restaurant, he would need to learn how to control the shaking when things needed to be precise. It took a while – years, really, but the shaking went from miniscule to barely noticeable. It was time to finally go to culinary school.

Though his first choice wasn’t Pacific State, it was the university closest to his first restaurant, as he’d opened a few in the years after graduating. He’s not there all the time, and he doesn’t care to be, but at least he’s there with his siblings. At least, that was a plus about attending university once more.

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Braden stands at a tall 6′2″, with a muscular build to his body. Usually, he keeps his hair messy but short, and if he’s feeling lazy, he’ll go days without shaving; his facial hair is never more than scruff, though. To try to hide the gunshot wound scar in his chest, he has an intricate tattoo of a tiger.

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