Name: Brayden "Bray" Mayfield
Position: Punter and Co-Captain (Junior in College, Age 19), number 12 Jersey
Looks: Dirty Blond Hair, Hazel eyes, stands at 5'11" with a stocky but muscular build with a lean frame. He wears facial hair, but it can vary from being recently shaven with early signs of fuzz as a result or if he's in deep study mode for Finals, a full on thick beard that he keeps up from time to time.
Clothes: He's a fan of flannel shirts as overcoats, a V-Neck T-Shirt underneath with varying sets of necklaces, baggy camouflage pants and a set of boots over the pant legs, usually varying between cowboy boots with flatter ends usually made for field work, which his family usually does from time to time on the campus. He wears non-colored contacts on most occasions, but can be seen wearing glasses as well.
How many if on the football team: One girl as he likes to think, or at least he hopes so.
If a frat bro which player did you artificial inseminate with your sperm: None
Other: Probably like most, he was born into the trend of sports, but for him Soccer usually took top priority. That explains where his sturdiness for punting and kicking came from, but his parents raised him to see more than just one opportunity if it had arisen and that had come up to say the least. He got a scholarship for football more than he did for Soccer and the rest is history. Due to his family's name among the campus, his father cut a few strings to get him into one of the best fraternities, it isn't the same frat that discreetly impregnated the entire football team, himself included. Out of his family, he has two older brothers who are out in their respective careers, the oldest making his own small sports brand that is slowly gaining national attention and his middle brother playing MLB. His mother spearheads a vineyard while his father likes to openly run his mouth about how great he used to be in his brief time playing NFL and trying to capitalize off his children as a result. Well, something like this was certainly worth capitalizing off from. As for Brayden's sexuality, he often considers himself straight, but he's never looked down on anyone that prefers the same sex, which makes him flexible as a result if all the certain buttons are pressed the right way for a slightly old fashioned male who prefers to court someone before jumping into the word date.
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Perhaps it was his partial nonchalance that did not make him think of it as a big idea, but when the coach announced that their physicals were tampered with, the first thing that had naturally come to Brayden's mind was if it just lied about who may or may not have been taking steroids. When it was let on that it might have been a slight accident of some nurse fooling around with somebody's sperm and fertility treatment as a result, that was a slight cause for alarm. Within the next set of weeks though, the obvious signs were beginning to let on and it was quite clear that the school had an epidemic that they could not sweep under the rug this time, not like someone pulling escort services for their players anyways. Now imagine the face on not just himself, but everyone else at practice when this all had yielded to unintended effects and they were really unable to practice as a result? Better yet, imagine how many came in all pissy with used pregnancy tests confirming that this was something that didn't go away? Not only was the infirmary under fire, but soon the college as well and after much thoughts and deliberation, the Administration had no choice but to call off the next set of games and make the official announcement. The saving grace was the fact they gave the team time to tell their family the news in advance before the official release came out into the full open. That was just little than less than a month going on two ago. Here was the present time where everything was now coming out.
Brayden was from the State, naturally. His parents did not have to travel out too far when they heard. He was sitting in his room in the Frat house, examining his figure before a long mirror, the male's abs visibly beginning to show signs of distending. He ran a hand down his partially hairy belly while naturally his mother rubbed it as well for good measure to be certain this was actually happening. His father? Well, his round burly form was pacing around in mad fury.
"Somebody is gonna pay for this," the short southern male shouted with rage. "Who done thought this was a good idea!?"
Brayden's mother smiled nervously while reminding her husband Calvin to simmer down. Already, his rants were causing a few faces to peer from their rooms, some filled with other parents who had to take in the news as well.
Naturally, they did not want their son having to deal with such a matter. They raised them up to essentially "think like men" as a result, but in a case like this, where someone spiked a physical examination, there had to be a few exceptions, especially when considering how well Nancy Hale-Cameron liked to parade her Pro-Life stickers on the back of her SUV while driving around. As a result, abortion was extremely out of the option and adoption? Yea, that was not happening either. If anything, those responsible for this were going to pay out of their pocket instead.
Brayden began to button up his shirt, the male feeling a bit nauseated thinking about the matter further and his parents, his father mostly anyways, were not helping with their inherent rage.
"The coach has pulled us for interviews," he stated, Brayden naturally having no choice since he went all gung-ho about being Co-Captain this year. "That is within a few days, so we have the weekend to just figure out what we will have to do."
"Oh, I know what exactly what I'm gonna do," his father shouted, cowboy boots clicking on the
wooden surface of the second floor of the house. "I'm going to the Admin!"
"Calvin, honey," Nancy said with a concerned look complete with a southern accent. "The Admin are gone for the weekend. You're not gonna get anyone. Let's just get off this campus for a few, shall we?
Brayden nodded, grabbing a few bags he packed while reaching for the keys to his Jeep. His mother insisted on them taking their father's truck though. Brayden, with some independence, insisted on still taking his Jeep on the ride out as he wanted to still drive out and about when heading back to their town for a few.
((Let me know if this is alright and I will edit if not.))
Position: Punter and Co-Captain (Junior in College, Age 19), number 12 Jersey
Looks: Dirty Blond Hair, Hazel eyes, stands at 5'11" with a stocky but muscular build with a lean frame. He wears facial hair, but it can vary from being recently shaven with early signs of fuzz as a result or if he's in deep study mode for Finals, a full on thick beard that he keeps up from time to time.
Clothes: He's a fan of flannel shirts as overcoats, a V-Neck T-Shirt underneath with varying sets of necklaces, baggy camouflage pants and a set of boots over the pant legs, usually varying between cowboy boots with flatter ends usually made for field work, which his family usually does from time to time on the campus. He wears non-colored contacts on most occasions, but can be seen wearing glasses as well.
How many if on the football team: One girl as he likes to think, or at least he hopes so.
If a frat bro which player did you artificial inseminate with your sperm: None
Other: Probably like most, he was born into the trend of sports, but for him Soccer usually took top priority. That explains where his sturdiness for punting and kicking came from, but his parents raised him to see more than just one opportunity if it had arisen and that had come up to say the least. He got a scholarship for football more than he did for Soccer and the rest is history. Due to his family's name among the campus, his father cut a few strings to get him into one of the best fraternities, it isn't the same frat that discreetly impregnated the entire football team, himself included. Out of his family, he has two older brothers who are out in their respective careers, the oldest making his own small sports brand that is slowly gaining national attention and his middle brother playing MLB. His mother spearheads a vineyard while his father likes to openly run his mouth about how great he used to be in his brief time playing NFL and trying to capitalize off his children as a result. Well, something like this was certainly worth capitalizing off from. As for Brayden's sexuality, he often considers himself straight, but he's never looked down on anyone that prefers the same sex, which makes him flexible as a result if all the certain buttons are pressed the right way for a slightly old fashioned male who prefers to court someone before jumping into the word date.
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Perhaps it was his partial nonchalance that did not make him think of it as a big idea, but when the coach announced that their physicals were tampered with, the first thing that had naturally come to Brayden's mind was if it just lied about who may or may not have been taking steroids. When it was let on that it might have been a slight accident of some nurse fooling around with somebody's sperm and fertility treatment as a result, that was a slight cause for alarm. Within the next set of weeks though, the obvious signs were beginning to let on and it was quite clear that the school had an epidemic that they could not sweep under the rug this time, not like someone pulling escort services for their players anyways. Now imagine the face on not just himself, but everyone else at practice when this all had yielded to unintended effects and they were really unable to practice as a result? Better yet, imagine how many came in all pissy with used pregnancy tests confirming that this was something that didn't go away? Not only was the infirmary under fire, but soon the college as well and after much thoughts and deliberation, the Administration had no choice but to call off the next set of games and make the official announcement. The saving grace was the fact they gave the team time to tell their family the news in advance before the official release came out into the full open. That was just little than less than a month going on two ago. Here was the present time where everything was now coming out.
Brayden was from the State, naturally. His parents did not have to travel out too far when they heard. He was sitting in his room in the Frat house, examining his figure before a long mirror, the male's abs visibly beginning to show signs of distending. He ran a hand down his partially hairy belly while naturally his mother rubbed it as well for good measure to be certain this was actually happening. His father? Well, his round burly form was pacing around in mad fury.
"Somebody is gonna pay for this," the short southern male shouted with rage. "Who done thought this was a good idea!?"
Brayden's mother smiled nervously while reminding her husband Calvin to simmer down. Already, his rants were causing a few faces to peer from their rooms, some filled with other parents who had to take in the news as well.
Naturally, they did not want their son having to deal with such a matter. They raised them up to essentially "think like men" as a result, but in a case like this, where someone spiked a physical examination, there had to be a few exceptions, especially when considering how well Nancy Hale-Cameron liked to parade her Pro-Life stickers on the back of her SUV while driving around. As a result, abortion was extremely out of the option and adoption? Yea, that was not happening either. If anything, those responsible for this were going to pay out of their pocket instead.
Brayden began to button up his shirt, the male feeling a bit nauseated thinking about the matter further and his parents, his father mostly anyways, were not helping with their inherent rage.
"The coach has pulled us for interviews," he stated, Brayden naturally having no choice since he went all gung-ho about being Co-Captain this year. "That is within a few days, so we have the weekend to just figure out what we will have to do."
"Oh, I know what exactly what I'm gonna do," his father shouted, cowboy boots clicking on the
wooden surface of the second floor of the house. "I'm going to the Admin!"
"Calvin, honey," Nancy said with a concerned look complete with a southern accent. "The Admin are gone for the weekend. You're not gonna get anyone. Let's just get off this campus for a few, shall we?
Brayden nodded, grabbing a few bags he packed while reaching for the keys to his Jeep. His mother insisted on them taking their father's truck though. Brayden, with some independence, insisted on still taking his Jeep on the ride out as he wanted to still drive out and about when heading back to their town for a few.
((Let me know if this is alright and I will edit if not.))
