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Name: Thoris Bradley Nicknames: Thor Age: 30-34 Birthdate: May 26 Sexuality: Pansexual Dominant/Submissive/Switch Top/Bottom/Verse Cut/Uncut Occupation: Cosplayer/Party Character About: Thoris was always a little bit of a class clown. He was a handful as a toddler, always getting into stuff he probably shouldn’t have. His parents always had to keep a close eye on him lest he get himself into trouble. When he started school, he liked being the center of attention, getting giggles from his classmates or drawing the ire of teachers. 

He found an outlet for that as he got into junior high and high school, joining the theater kids with ease. Not that being in theater soothed his desire to draw attention to himself outside of that, of course.

His first step into his eventual career had come to by accident. One of his little brother’s friends was having a birthday party and his parents had wanted to hire someone to come as Spider-Man. So they asked Thor to don the costume and entertain the kids. He’d agreed easily enough. He was almost willing to say he’d had more fun than the kids did while he embodied the hero to interact with the younger group. 

He started looking more into the whole party character thing, finding places he could continue. He got hired, usually by family friends, to do much the same. It wasn’t until he was in college that one of his friends lamented the quality of his costumes, and that introduced him to the world of cosplaying. His friend taught him to sew, gave him tips. It helped elevate Thor’s craft immensely.

He started cosplaying for fun on the side, and since then he’s grown a bit of a name for himself online. He puts his heart and soul into his costumes, but at the end of the day, his goal is to have fun with it. For party characters, his go-to’s tend to be either Prince Charming or Captain America, but he’s usually willing to follow the requests of the people hiring him. For his cosplaying outside of events, he’s got a vast array of characters he picks from ranging from anime to shows to video games. 

Thoris keeps in shape, both to keep a certain aesthetic for some of his cosplays and just because he likes to stay fit, but he’s still the goofy class clown at heart. He can encapsulate the energy of a character when he’s in costume, but the minute that charade breaks, he’s all smiles and jokes. He tries not to take life too seriously, but he knows where the line is on being silly and being serious. He’s very open, very accepting, and he’ll go to bat for just about anyone. He dotes on his loved ones, supports them, and will do whatever it takes to put a smile on their face.

It was one of those rare days off. For most people, those days were sacred, a balm for the weary soul. Not to Jehan.

He had lain awake in the predawn, and then, when the first strings of light slipped in through his half-closed blinds, he had sighed and hoisted himself up to start the coffeemaker.

So he was standing there poised against the kitchen counter, still wearing his sweats and a worn out t-shirt from the sex pistols that he had owned since he was a teenager. A little sound of protest elicited him when the rasp of knuckles resounded.

Stifling a tired yawn, Jehan shuffled over to the front door, barefoot, his hair likely still mussed up from his tossing and turning last night. Judging by the time of day, he thought, it could only be the postman. Nobody else around the block came up for a visit, and his colleagues knew to call him on his cell. It was not the fucking postman.

“What the fuck,” came the retort before he could help or really process it. He was staring, he knew, blankly, his eyes widened just so to take in the shock of seeing a dead man walking. Well, of course, there was always a miniscule chance the conclusion was wrong, was not a death sentence, not a permanence, the stakes were too insurmountable to afford hope. So he had dealt with it, quietly and privately, pored over work, running on caffeine and no sleep and raw adrenaline.

But… But now…

“So, either I’m going nuts or you’re really…which one is it?”

Seeing Jehan after so long... It was a strange feeling. This man was someone who Matt had trusted implicitly prior to his disappearance, who he had come to consider one of the people closest to him and who he could rely on to have his back. He was a brilliant colleague and a good friend, which was entirely why Matt had chosen to come to him as soon as he was released from the hospital. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy to see him again after so long, especially given the note on his file. 

But he had to see a familiar face. He had spoken to his sister, she was en route from New York as soon as she was able to, but for now, he needed to see someone who he felt comfortable around.