

Broseph "Bro" Strider
@broStrider
Secretary of Defense: Broseph "Bro" Strider | Ex-Military personnel | No Game AU Bro Strider | ooc: @kingGreed

His timeline is a No-Game AU! This is just some backstory for his character! Alias: Bro Name: Broseph Strider Pronouns: He/Him Height: 6'9" Gender: Male (trans who knows) Age: 48 human years Species: Human Orientation: Homosexual (sometimes okay with women) Relationship: Matesprits with Trollbama | Divorced from Mom "Marmalade" Lalonde Occupation: Retired Military | Current SoD for Earth-C MBTI: ESTP Enneagram: 8w9 Alignment: True Neutral biography. Bro was raised by his father and was a child of divorce. He married young and got married to Marmalade Lalonde, who had nicknamed herself “Mom,” and he met her when he was enlisted in the military. His first kid was with Marmalade when he was 19, and he had 2 kids with her. Dirk and Roxy. A few years later, he had another set of twins, Dave and Rose. He went into the military to support his family. Over the years, Bro wasn't the best father he could have been; his trauma wasn't unpacked. Both him and “Mom” weren’t happy and divorced around the time Dirk and Roxy were 15. “Mom” took Roxy and Rose, and Bro Kept Dirk and Dave. The stress of the divorce and his time in the military made him unstable, and he lashed out at his sons. When Dirk turned 18, he got into a fight with Broseph, and it was the first and only time Bro put his hands on his kids, but it was enough, and Dirk took Dave and left, and they cut contact with him for several years. When Dave was in his mid-20s, he reached out to Bro after hearing Bro had been discharged from the military, losing both of his legs, and while he was given aid was struggling to take care of himself and get by. Dave reconnected and moved in full-time to help his disabled father, and it took Dirk a few more years to come around. About the time Dirk came around, Bro was in his 40s. Around the time Dave came, his oldest daughter Roxy reached out with Dave. Rose came around last. Broseph and “Mom” haven’t quite rekindled a good friendship but are cordial with each other. When she’s in Texas, she visits her sons and has dinner with them and goes on a platonic date night with Broseph. Bro willingly agreed to go to therapy because of Dave. He wants to be a better person and is trying to make up for his actions during their early years, and is making good progress. He still struggles to do what’s good for his family and himself and messes up often. Though his kids are always willing to be patient. He's not perfect, and he knows he's not. But he cares more than anything about his daughters. Broseph does not talk about his daughters because they aren’t a big part of his life right now and live far away. He does care about them, but he’s not as close as he’d like to be and doesn’t want to invade their privacy by talking about them. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/1373e290d5de.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b1cb57553a4a.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6b7e4d2c2e9c.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/31264eb04ccd.png

I would eat shit in an inflatable obstacle course.

Woke up in a broseph proof box :/ It's not anything complex, but it's got Dave, Dirk, Rose, and Roxy leaning against the door so I don't attempt to break out. I didn't know my 2 other kids were in town, and this is how I find out?

HELLO FLORID WAS KIDNAPPED

guh

I found the context; I will not be revisiting fisting. As a topic. I have not been fisted.

Got a sharp pain in my hole and nearly collapsed. rectum SEIZED what the fuck

Anyway, what has happened in the chittr sphere? Everyone alive?

You know, I've committed a lot of sins or whatever, but I think all it's coming back in the form of Dave drinking an entire carton of milk and putting it back into the fridge.

WAIT HOLD UP ARE THERE 2 NYRITA?

I'm back, and I have a cannon. Don't worry about what it's for. It's legal. Barely.

Oh, I wasn't expecting to scroll down to see one of said anthropomorphic Earth countries on chittr.

I've been wearing button-ups and slacks to work, and I feel restricted. Beast in a cage or something. lemme out.

I want to nap. Not a good idea, at least for 30mins to an hour. I don't need to taste my stomach acid.

Ate too much and now Im tired as hell.

I never delivered on that wet shirt picture. I will eventually.

I have no excuse for my inactivity; I didn't feel like posting.

I just got attacked by a flying roach. One of the interns caught it. I swear they were invented to hold us back. (They are cute when they're not flying at you)

Please don't hate yourself. Because that would be homophobic.

I will admit, it is quite hilarious seeing the individuals on my feed struggling with relationship problems with Striders while I am living the life of luxury. Many of you are matesprits with the Worst Guy Ever, while I am fortunate enough to be with a Strider variant who's most evil action against myself is keeping a list of "Things to explain to Trollbama to confuse him" and it was just related to "the clairvoyant groundhog." #SkillIssue.

I love a good bit.









