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brandon koury. 22. junior. business & marketing major.

[brandonkoury]

Is that BRANDON KOURY? Wow, they do look a lot like DARREN BARNET. I hear HE is a TWENTY-TWO year old CIS MAN JUNIOR who are studying BUSINESS AND MARKETING at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student who is FOR The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be MANIPULATIVE and GLUTTONOUS, but on the bright side they can also be AMBITIOUS and PASSIONATE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: brandon neil koury

birthdate / age: november 17 & twenty-two

zodiac: scorpio ☀ scorpio ☾ taurus ↑

hometown: san jose, ca

major: business and marketing

minor: computer science

+ traits: ambitious, passionate, loyal, resourceful

- traits: manipulative, gluttonous, temperamental, impulsive

BACKGROUND & HEADCANONS:

born and raised in the heart of silicon valley, brandon grew up majorly spoiled.

his father is a self-made millionaire, starting up his own tech security company in the 90s that has since flourished. he also has a knack for spotting garage startups that have potential and buying them out for cheap, little seed businesses sporting the CrossTech logo everywhere.

brandon really admires his father, constantly strives for his approval, and hopes to be just like him one day...... by riding the nepotism train directly into a board seat for CrossTech lmfao

but he actually does kinda have to prove himself first, hence the business & marketing major

during his first year at luxor, his mom passed away -- and then his dad remarried within 6 months. if he’s upset about it, brandon’s never shown it, instead laughing and calling his 30yo stepmom a milf.

he is insaaaanely competitive, to the point that it’s a detriment. has 100% thrown a fit or two (or a dozen) during track & field meets.

self-care is a big deal to brandon. he subscribes to the whole ‘your body is a temple’ ideology in the sense that he’s always eating healthy and sticks to a strict workout schedule. he also stays away from pot and psychedelics, but alcohol?? the occasional bump of coke? totally no biggie.

catch brandon doing ridiculous juice cleanses after parties

toxic masculinity advocate 💖💖💖

last year he broke his ankle while skiing in aspen over winter break, getting stuck with a boot on his foot and a ton of PT. he’s still mad at himself for it and trying to fully recover - expect some Man Pain Sports Angst about it

doesn’t handle rejection well. he’s the type to lie after not getting his way, just to be like “i wasn’t even trying” or “she was a butterface anyway”

dazed and confused is his all-time favorite movie

jumps from obsession to obsession, always putting his all into whatever project he’s got going on, whether it’s school related or social

very self-assured because he has his whole future plotted out in his head already, and everything will go according to plan Or Else.

CONNECTIONS:

friends / ex-friends

track & field teammates

business & marketing major rival - luv the idea of them just furiously pitching mock mission statements and always trying to one-up each other

tutor(s) - he’s a decent student, but trying to be the Best takes help

someone he only calls/seeks out when drunk - potentially unlikely friends/confidant vibes?? idk exactly and it’s really dependent on our muses so yeah!

someone leading him on - brandon the chronic people user getting a taste of his own medicine 😌

annnnd anything else!! brandon’s been attending luxor since he started uni, so that’s plenty of time to have past dramz goin’ on, too. pls dm me if you have any ideas for connections to flesh out ~

[brandonkoury]

noor-chaidi​:

“At least you catch on quickly,” Noor practically purred as the male turned towards her, a self satisfied smirk spreading across her lips at his greeting. Her chin tipped up slightly, preening as his eyes scanned over her, Noor making it clear that she not only expected to be checked out, but she embraced it. “Least I could do, for my so called perfect match,” she answered with a shrug, a hint of amusement on her face. “After all, anyone who is my match will have to meet me across all levels. So far you’re doing okay,” she said, reaching out to gently - and unnecessarily - adjust his collar. While Noor always wanted to be the most eye catching thing in a room, the point remained that she expected anyone on her arm to not pale in comparison. People should be envious of her, for as many reasons as possible. “What do you say we go get another drink and you see if you can impress me?” she suggested, arching one eyebrow up at Brandon. 

Brandon was almost surprised that Noor didn’t do a little spin to cap off their initial assessment of one another, his gaze settling back on her face while she spoke. Maybe they weren’t all that different, after all. “I’m doubting the matchmaking survey less and less by the second,” he declared, tone walking that razor’s edge between sarcastic and playful while the cut of his smirking smile gave away that he was wholly content with how things had worked out. If anything, he’d have a chance to get know Noor better, and that had to be a positive, didn’t it? Brandon nodded in agreement and automatically offered out his arm, ready to fall into step beside the other once she’d taken his elbow. “Have you had a chance to try any of the wine that’s actually from this vineyard?” he asked, glancing over as they walked to the extravagant refreshments table and open bar.

[brandonkoury]

gellydevers​:

the moment that he’d told her to shut up, her hand press tighter against her lips – though, that was to no avail, obviously. “ i meaaaan,” the words dragged along as the view of the boys’ dorms came into a soft focus, imagining the sight of him blindfolded sending a shock of excitement through her, “ — that COULD be kinda hot,” she half-teases softly, feeling as he pulls her skirt down, her ass bouncing against his head. her body acting like an internal gauge for how much fucking longer it would take for them to get into the privacy of his room, wondering if she was hopeful for her screams to be heard, or whether she should’ve been worried about getting caught by yet another fucking RA. yeah, she decided the former was DEFINITELY a better time. gelly’s hand wound up at the challenge, arm reaching back as it could without causing anymore pain to the already injured area, coming down, her hand STRUCK hard at his ass, her own loud SMACK echoing through the giggles and drunk, slurred words. her own mouth ‘o’ed in shock, brown eyes widening and turning to silence before she let out a soft trail giggles that led to gut wrenching laughter. gelly’s feet point, just in sightline, the laughter slowly dying down, before rolling her eyes at bare feet. honestly, if she could she’d probably go anywhere barefoot, but still, how she’d discarded of them without a second thought, surprised even her. plus, barefoot in general was  ‘ frowned upon ’ by ‘ modern society ’ or whatever the social construct was. “ fuck, i must have dropped them when you picked me up –, ” her voice cut off before she shrugged. “ – FUCK IT, i’ve got more heels. PLUS those were only like thirty bucks, keep it marchin’ forward, fratboy.”

He’d goaded her into doing it and yeeeettt... “Hey!” Brandon yelped, laughter cascading freely as he jolted from the smack that was delivered swiftly to his ass. A little off-target, maybe, but Gelly’d still managed to surprise him with how hard her palm had swung, drunken, upside-down view be damned. Spanking? Probably just not for him. His steps stalled and started again, still chortling over it as he shook his head and purposefully jerked his shoulder. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’... And I am in no way a frat boy.” That was only true in the most technical of senses. Brandon could’ve been blindly dropped onto any major university campus across America and wind up directed straight to Greek Row if he stood around looking confused for long enough. His energy wasn’t all that far off from a dude who did weekly keg stands, as much as he hated to admit it.

The boy’s dormitory quickly went from being in view to only a few steps away, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he pulled open the door to the main building and headed inside. They were nearly there, but going up a flight of stairs with Gelly over his shoulder? While inebriated? Yeah, no, not happening. He may have been drunk, but he still had a brain -- one that painted a vivid, warning picture of broken bones and a splitting headache as he looked up the stairwell. Better not to chance it. “Alright, and we’re going down...” he warned softly, his tone tilting almost sing-song as he leaned forward and started to ease Gelly back to her feet. His arms loosened from around her legs as he drew back, fingers teasingly skimming over the slice of bare skin in the space between her tights and skirt. Brandon couldn’t help but hook a finger there, nudging the hem a little higher before he was fully standing back, his own feet planted at the base of the stairs while Gelly was now a few steps up. His chin lifted, having to actually look up at the other for once, the curve of his smile landing somewhere in the easy space between dopey and lazy. “You good to walk the rest of the way barefoot?” He asked, eyebrows jumping slightly before he held out his arms, hands falling limp. “Your turn -- take me home. You know the way.”

[brandonkoury]

reellykenzie​:

“Ah, that explains it. I was expecting to get paired with people who had souls, not jerks who only cared about themselves. But I suppose you would have to lie to get any matches at all,” she declared, rolling her eyes at Brandon. God, what had she found appealing about this guy? She guessed he hadn’t opened his mouth much before they hooked up.

He shook his head, gaze lifting to look over the top of the paper and watch as Kenzie rolled her eyes. “There’s no point in caring about people who don’t matter to me,” he said plainly, as if it was simple as that and didn’t make him sound any worse. Brandon had a shortlist of friends, ever rotating based on his own needs in the moment -- what was so wrong about that? He shrugged a little, starting to fold up his sheet of match results while comment, “I’m surprised they didn’t just give you a printed out map of the library, Kenz. It’s where you’ll wind up on Valentine’s, anyway.”

[brandonkoury]

location: brandon’s dorm, room #201 time: feb 13, roughly 10am closed: @gellydevers

Brandon frowned as he measured out protein powder, giving the blender a dissatisfied look with each little cloud of excess residue that puffed up and out the top as another scoop was added to the mix. He was kicking himself now, wishing that he’d just wasted the extra time and endured the inconvenience of stopping at the school’s café after his morning run for the sake of a green juice. Was his shower and skincare routine really worth it? God, he missed DoorDash. Hands wiped off on his basketball shorts, he locked the lid in place and reached for the power button, thumb hovering mere millimeters away when an unexpected knock interrupted. Brandon paused, a pinch between his brows as he glanced at the door and then craned his neck to look down the hall. His roommate’s door was still firmly shut, but he stared anyway, expecting Seth to pop out and announce that he’d invited someone over, because Brandon certainly wasn’t expecting anyone. Whoever it was, they knocked again. “Coming!” he shouted, about ten decibels louder than necessary, just to be a nuisance to his roommate who was surely still snoozing away. Marching over, he yanked open the door and every intention he had to tell this faceless person off melted away, mild confusion instead increasing. “-- Gelly?” He said her name like he didn’t know it was her, but clearly it was. A hand reached up to push back his damp curls, the other still holding the doorknob as Brandon’s gaze wandered down and back up her form. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t text you... did I?” No way, he’d hardly hit tipsy the night before.

[brandonkoury]

MAP

M   :   MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Answered here!

A   :   AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Answered here!

P   :   PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He wants 10's across the board. Brandon's dream girl has a bangin' bod, perfect smile, a good head on her shoulders (while being able to give good head, too), and enough wit to ingratiate herself with his family. It's shallow and self-serving, but hey -- so is he. Strive for perfection or don’t bother.

[brandonkoury]

E H L M Z

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Answered here!

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

It's debatable to say that he ever actually has given his heart away before.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Answered here!

M   :   MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

San Francisco would be the backdrop for Brandon's ideal date. He'd rent an Airbnb and absolutely try to stretch a single date night out into a weekend getaway, keeping them free of work responsibilities and the annoyance of other people. They'd go out for a day cruise in the Bay to unwind and sightsee, eventually making their way back to the house for a private dinner (which, if Brandon was really concerned about impressing his date, he'd pull out all the stops and do the cooking himself) before ultimately falling into bed together.

Z   :   ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

A very respectable too many. Who's keeping count?

[brandonkoury]

a e i o u

A   :   AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Being highly physical, most of his affection comes in the form of casual touches and shared closeness. He'll linger in his partner's personal space, whether they're in private or out in public -- hooking his chin over their shoulder from behind, keeping an arm wrapped around their waist, sneaking his hand into their back pocket while kissing. Being in a relationship with someone who was bashful would be an immediate death sentence for him.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Answered here!

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

To Brandon, saying 'I love you' to someone is as easy as asking for the time... which isn't always a good thing.

O   :   ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Answered here!

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Answered here!

[brandonkoury]

TUV

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Answered here!

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Brandon hasn't endured any heartbreaks that he'd want to 'fess up to. He's been hurt and disappointed by partners in the past (and devastated maybe just once), sure, but that's all part of dating, isn't it? He's never lost someone or something that he didn't go out and replace just fine after a little personal mending.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Answered here!

[brandonkoury]

gellydevers​:

gelly’s turned her head, narrowing her eyes with inquisition as he spoke, almost mockingly nodding along side his words, still never did the smirk slip off her face. brandon was good at that, making her smile to the point where her cheeks hurt, never making anything weird or awkward – just him. “you know i used to actually like remembering the night before, but the mystery of it all when i wake up – i’ve got to admit, is pretty exciting. ” her tone was half joking, but you’d never tell by the trail of giggles that followed along side her words. a sweet exhale leaving her lips, the hopeful thrills of the night, and nights’ previous played like a movie, a very adult movie that always left them breathless, limbs entangled before knocking out in complete exhaustion. hearing the direction of his voice change. long lashes flutter open once more, brown eyes focusing in on honey brown hues that stand in front of her, her back still against the wall, hands crossed behind her to keep the cool brick from touching her skin. gelly’s body slightly leaning forward, trying to minimise any of the space that laid between the two of them. plump lips pressed together firmly, trying to keep any more of the bubbly laughs from passing between them, trying to keep her expression serious but she couldn’t help the crack in her facade at the pun, air huffing from her nostrils as she shakes her head slightly disapprovingly, biting down on her lower lip to keep the expression firm.

“ i like the sound of th – BRANDON ! ” gelly’s shrieked out his name quickly, and before she knew it her vision turned to the ground that once laid beneath her, feeling his tight grasp around his legs. her hands came up to swat at his back playfully, another loud shriek falls through her lips as he stepped forward, journeying to… wherever the fuck they’d end up. “ oh yeah, FANFUCKINGTASTIC ; you know, i am in the perfect position to LITERALLY bite you in the ass, so i’d watch out because i bite ; HARD. ” she smirks at her own words, and it’s like you can hear it in it her voice, trying her best to cross her legs, the garters that held up her tights just below her skirt making themselves known as she did her best to cover herself. gelly should’ve known by the goddamn smirk. “ you know, i REAAAALLY hope you’re enjoying the view, but i swear to god, if my vagina falls out, i will have your fucking he –, ” her words are cut off by the sudden stinging of her skin which only made her shriek louder than before, clasping a hand over the loud soft screams, though this one was followed by a light moan, and though her lips still pressed together she couldn’t keep the laughs that followed quickly along with her words “ god i swear, when we get to your room, you’re gonna pay. ”

Brandon was practically giggling like a hyena, the combination of his near-manic cackles and Gelly’s surprised shrieking surely causing a commotion, but it was too late to do anything about it now. If they got caught, then they got caught -- and if not? Well, he was banking on bliss. “Shut up,” he snickered out, head shaking right beside her ass where she’d been flopped over his shoulder. Fingers curled tighter, grip idly flexing along the side of her thigh. “You wouldn’t be flashing anyone but me out here. Or, what, am I supposed to fuck you blindfolded tonight and not see a thing?” As reasonable as it was to not want to wander through campus half-naked, he had to mess with her just a little. Warmth had slowly been crawling up Brandon’s neck and his face had surely gone pink by now; thanks to the humid night, the liquor still churning in his gut, and their giddy trek back to his dorm. Which, as far as he could tell, was actually a success. Despite his meandering footfalls as he followed the winding outdoor pathways, his internal compass was still functioning, because he could already spot the dormitory buildings looming not all that far ahead. Brandon jerked his shoulder, purposefully trying to jostle Gelly in response to her threat. “You wanna spank me back? Go for it,” he teased, letting his hips go back to that godawful swaying for a few playful steps, grin ringing out in his tone. If she said that she could bite his butt from her upside-down viewpoint, then she could certainly smack him, too. Doing Gelly one small kindness, though, he tugged the hem of her skirt down somewhat when it threatened to ride up further, only just then noticing -- “Hey... were you not wearing shoes when I picked you up?” It felt nonsensical to ask, squinting in confusion at her bare feet, but the question was out before he could stop it, something pinging at the back of his mind in concern for potentially forgotten shoes.

[brandonkoury]

sav-grey​:

The roll of her eyes was astronomical, Sav letting out a sigh - even though she had brought it up. Maybe it was an indication of just how Sav was focused on herself - when she tended to be as self-absorbed as she was, it was easy to assume everyone had heard about the drama that had befallen her last year. “Yeah,” she said, dragging out the syllable as long as she possibly could. “Madeline,” Sav admitted, her expression turning somewhat sheepish as she dropped her former best friend’s name. Who happened to be Marcello’s ex. “She, uh…found out about Marcello and I. Needless to say, she was not happy,” she murmured, one hand lifting to smooth her whispy fly-aways away from her face, sure that Brandon would lose it with that information. “Oh, shut up,” she said after a moment, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why you two can’t get along,” Sav continued, raising an eyebrow up at him. “But deal. All my classes are dull.” 

His leg dropped, sneaker scuffing across the paved pathway underfoot as he shifted his stance to balance with the opposite leg curled back, hand catching his ankle once again. “Oh, Maddie,” he echoed, giving a little bit of a nod to encourage Sav on. Brandon only knew her tangentially through Gabriela, and even that was more like knowing of her -- there was a good chance that he actually had been given a secondhand play-by-play of this tragic prom incident already, but he’d started tuning out Gabby a lot once they’d been dating for a while. High school drama was really only so interesting. “That’s fucked,” he answered, a furrow starting between his brows as he dropped his leg to stand solidly on two feet again. “Guess I shoulda been there to cheer her on.” He waited a beat before very emphatically tagging on, making sure that Sav knew he meant it: “Kidding.” Brandon smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, fingers digging into muscle and knots of tension while his shoulders rolled a few times. “It does sound fucked up, though. For everyone -- all of you involved. I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you and Maddie aren’t chill now, either, yeah? Since you’re still fucking Marc.”

[brandonkoury]

reellykenzie​:

@brandonkoury​

“Now I know this whole test was rigged. There is no way you are one of my matches,” Kenzie declared, shaking her head as she tossed the piece of paper back on the table. She was in one of the common rooms, lounging on the couch and shooting Brandon a look. “Clearly it didn’t take into account the fact that we can’t be in the same room without arguing.”

Brandon had received his own printout of dream date matches and was still frowning at it, skimming down the list of most to least compatible. Somehow, it was both better and worse than he’d expected it to be. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you lie on half the survey,” he admitted with a one-shouldered shrug, “you get stuck with some duds.” And he wasn’t saying that just to fuck with Kenzie, either. Some of the questions hadn’t had any appealing answers for Brandon, leading him to fib the further he got into it, starting to check boxes that sounded like they would’ve been the most-liked or got him the easiest date out of it all.

[zayniepottah]

[brandonkoury]

morgcnreyes​:

“I’ll take your word for it, some teacher’s will lecture on for what seems like an eternity, I’m surprised you made it out in one piece.” Morgan had a few classes like that herself, the ones that could never end fast enough so she could get to the more exciting parts of the day. “Alright..” She began searching through her bag, eventually pulling out a makeup remover wipe. “You’ve got a few stray marks, though this one is pretty solid.” The brunette leaned closer, trained over the line with her fingertips before using the wipe to make it disappear. “Don’t worry, it’s coming off pretty easily.”

“I may look like I’m in one solid piece here,” he started, continuing with the theatrics as he watched Morgan rifle through her bag, “but I swear, Manziel is slowly stealing my soul, one endless lecture at a time.” His eyes darted back to meet the other’s gaze once she’d retrieved a makeup wipe, nodding in the affirmative before trying to hold still while she took care of the stray pen marks. Brandon only cringed slightly at the cold, wet press of the wipe, one eye squeezing shut while he peeked at Morgan through the other. “I’ll have to take your word for it and trust that you’re not just smearing it into a bigger mess,” he joked, not actually doubting her. “Thanks for the help, by the way. This is very... maternal of you.” Or maybe he just wouldn’t ever understand the concept of how much stuff women carried around in their purses with them.

[brandonkoury]

noor-chaidi​:

who: @brandonkoury​​ where: stellenrust wine estate when: during the valentine’s dance

Noor approached Brandon with a calculating look on her face, examining the male that was apparently her dream date before he spotted her. The best way to pick up details about someone, if you asked her. She reached out, lightly running her fingers over the back of his shoulder as she appeared at his side, her lips instantly turning up into a coy smile. “You know, usually I make people work a little harder before getting the privilege of taking me out on a date,” she mused, a sing-song tone to the words as she let her eyes blatantly scan him up and down. 

He glanced over at the touch, not sure who to expect, but then not all that surprised to be met with the sight of Noor. They were each other’s dream date, after all -- one another’s quote-unquote perfect match, according to whatever algorithm Luxor’s event committee had used for those surveys. Brandon had filled out his own more as a goof than anything else, but maybe their system wasn’t so faulty, if this was who he was getting paired with. “Is that your way of saying that I should consider myself lucky?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he fully turned towards Noor, both noticing and not minding her wandering gaze. It felt a little bit like he was at the center of a dog show, trotted out and held on a short leash to be personally appraised -- and Brandon could live with that. He returned the favor, brown eyes gliding over the curve of Noor’s bare shoulders, following down the draping of so much pink fabric before ultimately snapping back to her face. “You look beautiful.”

[brandonkoury]

LOVE

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Me, myself and I is the truest answer that Brandon could give. And, yeah, okay... he does love every member of his family to a certain extent, too.

O   :   ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

He's certainly not a poet, but when it comes down to it, Brandon can be incredibly persuasive. Living in the shadow of his CEO father, he caught on quickly to what a skill it was to just tell people what they wanted to hear. It was so simple and so obvious that it seemed almost stupid at first, but he's since turned being a yes-man into a perfect, self-serving science. On the flipside, when Brandon's already short on time and patience, stuck in a hellish situation? He turns into a straight-up asshole, no holds barred.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Forever the worst day of the year for a first date.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

For as much as Brandon tends to be a tactile person, often expressing his love through easy caresses and tangled limbs, he can't really stand hugs. There's something about the full-body press of another person squeezing in close, awkwardly standing in one place and always lingering together for far too long that starts to make him feel claustrophobic. His go-to move is a casual bro hug with friends, hands clasped between their bodies and a quick slap on the back before parting, or no more than an arm around each other's shoulders for a side-squeeze while on the move.

[brandonkoury]

TRY

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

True love sounds like something magical out of a children's fairytale. Love, plain and simple without any of the bells and whistles, works just fine for him.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Deep down, Brandon's a cynic, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy the perks that come with romance. He's good at following trends and playing up the classic tropes, happily throwing lavish anniversaries and sweet-talking into the early hours of the morning. He'll enjoy what he has while he's got it, even if he isn't exactly willing to put his whole heart into it.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Not particularly. He gets possessive easily, but Brandon's moods are so fickle and his motivations ever-changing, making it a very rare occasion when he's actually willing to stick his neck out for someone else.