Roman wasn’t a man of many words, he strongly believed that actions spoke louder than words and while he’d love nothing more than to mess up this bubblegum princesses face for getting mouthy with him, he couldn’t afford to do that just right now — he had a more important and pressing matter at hand he needed to deal with. Rearranging this Irish idiots face would have to wait.. for now. He exhaled a deep breath, KNUCKLES turning a ghostly pale colour as his fists clenched at his side. ❝ Ukłucie. ❞ Roman repeated, ❝ It’s Polish for prick. ❞ He placed a hand on the other mans shoulder, squeezing firmly. ❝ Now sit back down. Finish your pint and don’t ever call me boyo again. ❞ He released his grip on the other man’s shoulder, patting him on the cheek. ❝ Got it? ❞
bryce waited patiently , because while he wasn’t one to start fights he was glad to finish them. the man in front of him didn’t intimidate him in the slightest , he knew he had more muscle on him than the other. it was his job to throw douche bags out of bars , so he was more than prepared for whatever was to come to say the least. when his shoulder was gripped he bristled , gritting his teeth and if looks could kill roman would’ve been dead. a smirk stretched across his face and he grabbed his drink off , “ listen , boyo , i’m not gonna’ do shite a rawny little ponce like you tells me to do. “ as he was patted on the cheek his patience broke and he dumped the entire pint over the male’s head ,” nah , yeh can have it. it’s on me. “ the irishman still had a grin on his face and he was prepared for the other to start swinging.
resting bitch face looked absolutely marvelous on hildie . perhaps it was just genetics at this point . sitting in the booth of the bar , the woman sat on her phone . a mai tai was set in front of her as she sent her latest email to a potential sponsor . she went from pimping to business in a matter of time & she was serious about making the cobras superior . “ finally . “ she rolled her eyes , probably the person she was meeting with . “ took you long enough . “
bryce knew he shouldn’t have stopped for something to eat. he had to work , but he didn’t want bar food... again. he stopped dead in his tracks when someone spoke and he lifted the hamburger , “ sorry ‘bout it , i could’ve ate the twelve apostles. i’m not eatin’ feckin’ bar food two nights in a row. “ he cocked his head to the side as he eyed the unfamiliar woman , “ what a ride..didja’ need somethin’ , princess ? “
It wasn’t his usual choice of venue for a meeting, but Roman’s latest client had arranged to meet with him somewhere NEUTRAL. That was just code for somewhere that wouldn’t be crawling with Savages. The arms dealer had barely given the unusual request much thought, simply chalking the request up to the death and violence that followed the Savages around more than usual lately. It was proving to be bad for business. Nobody wanted to strike a deal with a Savage, apparently that same caution extended to those who deal weapons to them too. He made his way through the crowded bar, armed with a gun tucked into the inside of his jacket ( life in the barrel taught him you could never be too careful ) He turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice as he passed by the bar, cautious green eyes trailing up and down the dark haired man wearing sunglasses and blowing obnoxious bubbles with his chewing gum. ❝ Watch yourself, ukłucie. ❞
bryce all but growled as he slammed his pint down , beer sloshing over the rim of the overfilled glass , “ whaddyeh call me , yeh cheeky git ?! “ he stood to his full six feet and cocked his head to the side , pushing his sunglasses into dark hair and fixing the other with dark eyes , “ yeh wanna’ translate that fer me , boyo ? “
marnie hadn’t meant to end up in the cobra’s bar. in fact, it was the last place she should’ve been; but nature had called. heading for the exit, she couldn’t ignore the males rude comment and whirled around. “nice sunglasses,” she almost spat. “going for the homeless alcoholic look?”. if she had a chance to insult a cobra, she wasn’t often able to resist.
as the girl insulted him he practically growled , setting his drinks down he grabbed a fork and tossed it hard in the girl’s direction , “ get the feck out ! “ he didn’t recognize her and that meant she really had no business at the bar in the first place. she was lucky he didn’t have anything more dangerous than the cutlery.
“please, i haven’t been listenin’ to adults since the fourth grade. why in the hell would i start with you?” he asked rolling his eyes before resting his elbows on the countertop and ordering himself a beer. today had been brutal really and he had been avoiding home for as long as possible so he decided to stay around the cobra bar for a while. he had seen the other around the cobra bar for a while now and at this point, drake was pretty familiar with the people that waltz on in here even if he hasn’t been here for a long period of time but he needed to make his connections somehow, right? “you were in my way. maybe you should watch where you’re going and not wear sunglasses inside. you’d actually see better.” he said bitterly rolling his eyes slightly.
the irishman glowered at the younger man , crossing his arms over his chest , “ really ? “ he chuckled lightly and shook his head , “ adults , huh ? “ he didn’t comment more on the statement , simply amused because he didn’t look that young or maybe bryce just didn’t accept that he was old. he rolled his eyes as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair and fixed the brunette with dark eyes , “ oi.. guess no one eva taught yeh any manners , shame. “
so i’m working on tags for bryce and doing his owed replies before jumping in the starter tag once again !! saturdays are busy for me and i have plans with friends so i won’t be around tonight so soz about that. if you want to plot or chat on discord tho hmu
“I’m just sayin’ we can get there faster if you let me drive…” baby shrugged her shoulders, pouting slightly as she was in the passenger seat much to her dislike.
“ yeh know what ? if yeh really wanna’ drivd that feckin’ bad -- fine. “ the irishman swerved the car into parrell park with ease and threw his hands up. he unbuckled his seat belt , “ well ? hop to , babby. “ he barked almost challengingly as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and dangled them at her.
It must have been breaking 36 hours since the Savage Solider got some proper shut-eye, but was she tired? Hell no. You don’t get tired when you’ve been wiring yourself with a dangerous mix of cocaine and alcohol for the at least twelve hours. She was sure it was still Thursday night though, maybe 4 or 5am, at least it was something like that the last time she paid any attention to things ‘cause it was definitely dark outside. But when she next found herself paying attention to things, she was walking out of the grocery store with a six pack in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in the other and it was light. “When the fuck did it become daytime?” She furrowed her eyebrows and looked around in confusion. Little did she know, it was well into Friday now.
it seemed like the two had the same idea , but he was walking in as alex walked out. the irishman grunted as their shoulders collided and he made her bag of chips go flying. it was early , but he had yet to go to bed but that wasn’t uncommon for the man. if he had known she was a savage things might have gone very differently , but he bent over to retrieve the fallen bag and tossed it back to her , “ ‘scuse me , didn’ mean t’ shoulder truck yeh like that. “ he shrugged his shoulders as he took his shades off , “ couldn’ tell ye , been up all night. “
bryce wasn’t working , but he was still lurking at the cobra bar regardless. where else was he supposed to spend his down time ? he’d already spent most of his day alone with his ferret and while he had debated on spending some time out in nature something about the thought of someone coming across him picking flowers just rubbed him the wrong way. so , he stood near the bar with a tall glass of the darkest beer they offered and chewing bubble gum as he people watched behind his sunglasses. wearing sunglasses inside ? you bet your ass he was. he grunted as someone stepped on his foot and popped the bubble he’d been blowing , “ watch yerself , would ye ? “
yo yo yo i’m here and even though i have allergies / my bf is off so he’s going to be here to annoy me all day i plan to post a starter on my new mans here and reply to starters on sofia / lucien bc i’m highkey dropping all threads before the plot drop bc honestly what the hell so much has changed yknow ? anyway yeah so i’m going to be here all day but i may be spotty with replies and stuff but def hmu in the dms or ask for my discord bc ily all
name: bryce atlas winslow
age: thirty seven
sexuality: homosexual
pronouns: he / him
occupation: bouncer , veteran of irish naval service
gang: cobras
sign: aquarius
pinterest: board
spotify: playlist coming soon
so guess who couldn’t resist bringing in a cobra ? yeah that’s right it me snottie lottie back at it again lol byrce is a old ass muse of mine like five years or some shit but he’s recently had a fc update ( i’m obsessed with jon ) so i’m excited to start writing him again !! pls come plot with us he’s hard on the outside but he’s honestly such a soft goofy puppy on the inside he wants love but doesn’t think he deserves it u feel me ?
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ jon bernthal + cismale + he/him — have you met bryce atlas winslow? they are a thirty seven year old known around town as the noble beast. they currently work for the the cobras as a bouncer. they are a homosexual aquarius, which means they are open minded + inviting, as well as detached + guarded. a map of scars, a warm bubble bath with dried flowers, drinking whiskey on the porch listening to crickets chirp at 2 am.
PERSONALITY
good day: original , open-minded , fair , logical , inviting , selfless , goofy , resilient
bad day: guarded , detached , self destructive , out of touch , irrational , desperate , headstrong , aggressive , set in his ways
favorite things: teaching , team sports , anything with a cause or mission , independent films
least favorite things: ( his idea of ) injustice , drama queens/kings , feeling isolated , owing money or favors , having to choose just one thing
secret wish: to experience total freedom
how to spot him: cute smile , quirky movements , darting eyes , long legs
where you’ll find him: backpacking , picketing a company , coaching a little league team , revolutionizing the industry
keywords: friendliness , eccentricity , teamwork , groups
innovative and avant-garde , from experimental electronic music to community oriented living , there’s nothing that he won’t explore. as the type that rules groups and teams , bringing people together around an important cause or political agenda is his specialty.
bryce is cutting edge , “out there” and even a little strange at times. no topic is too cutting edge for him: extraterrestrials , stem cells , cloning , robots taking over the earth… yup , he will go there.
while he can be rebellious and detached from reality ( c’mon back to earth ! ) , it helps him see possibilities most wouldn’t otherwise. he is community oriented , original , open-minded , fair , logical , connecting , and inviting.
the negative expression of his energy can be guarded , detached , destructive , out of touch , irrational , and desperate. he can be reluctant to express emotions — he prefers rational reasoning and cool-headed logic to the messy tapestry of the human feelings.
he is “fringe” and mainstream all at once , a fascinating paradox. he is a visionary , dreaming up quirky utopias and alternative realities that can shake up the status quo.
ruled by his emotional detachment , unpredictable energy and rebellion. he can be “ type a ” and totally quirky all at the same time.
friendship and teamwork are important to him , so he tends to be more focused on a group than an individual or even himself. freedom is important to him as well , which is why he likes to keep things light on an interpersonal level. that way , he won’t feel bad about running off to the opposite corner of the world at a moment’s notice.
at times , his nomadic strategy backfires , leaving him lonely and disconnected. he is uncomfortable with too much intimacy most of the time.
this free spirit belongs to the world , and feel off-balance giving his considerable energy to just one person. while his friends get first-class treatment , families and lovers see a different side of him: moody , brooding , anxious and neurotic.
or he may pick one ( and only one ) person to open up to , getting attached to the point of obsession. learning to accept and express his emotions can help him avoid the massive freakouts and anger flashes that come from pretending everything’s cool when it isn’t.
he appreciates a quirky or eccentric twist and has some colorful characters and counter-cultural personalities as friends.
BIOGRAPHY
bryce atlas winslow was born january 31st in dublin , the republic of ireland , into a very straight lace , play by the rules kind of family. his father , ardal winslow , was an irish army man and his mother , brona winslow , was a homemaker.
ardal was every bit the ‘ man of the family ’ , bryce grew up only answering to his father. brona would only every answer a question with ‘ask yer da ’ or ‘ dija’ ask yer da ? ’ she was a spineless woman , afraid of her own shadow and that’s what made her such a great little puppet for ardal.
his father was a stern man , an angry drunk , and no one put a single toe out of line with him around. with bryce being the first born and only son , he was expected to be perfect which from a very young age he felt the pressures of.
it was like walking on eggshells , everyone always afraid of making a mistake or displeasing ardal. he did not have the fun , happy-go-lucky innocence a child should expect of his early years , instead there was nothing but discipline , hard work, and punishment.
for the most part , bryce succeeded at being the perfect son his father expected him to be -- a robot more than an actual living boy , simply a machine , a machine being bred for war quite literally.
it wasn’t until about the beginning of secondary school when puberty and hormones began blossoming that things became precarious. voice cracks , uneven patches of hair…. oh , and a sudden sexual desire for the same sex ?
( tw: suicide ment ) now , the winslows were catholics -- devout catholics -- you see and bryce became very self-loathing and afraid in this confusing time. he contemplated suicide , because ‘ homosexuality is wrong and you went straight to hell for it ‘.
it didn’t matter how good of a son you were , because ‘ man shall not lie with man ‘. he kept it hidden for years , he also managed not to act on it until well into his last year of secondary school.
despite bryce’s fears and shame , when he was sixteen he fell in love for the first time. first loves can be explosive , dangerous even and this one was nothing short of just that.
bryce kept his forbidden love a secret from everyone , his family and father above all others. all good things must come to an end though , and for the boys it came sooner rather than later.
ardal happened upon a note from the boy bryce was seeing ( wc ) and in this note was all sorts of information -- including a meeting spot. as you can imagine , ardal flew from the house in a drunken rage in search of his sinner son only to catch him red handed.
( tw: assault , possible death ment ) bryce saved his lover from his father’s wrath , taking the brunt of the attack. his boyfriend watched as bryce was beaten , begging and screaming for ardal to stop , that he was killing him.
the drunken bigot was turning on the younger boy when bryce told him to leave and never come back , so that is what he did. he has never laid eyes on his first love since , and that’s probably for the best.
after his father had tired himself out , satisfied his rage , he left his son there in the dirt and bryce didn’t bother moving. will to live depleted , too tired to go on , pain too much to endure -- he just slept there until the next morning when he was awoken with a kick of dirt in the face. He was being sent to a ‘’ special ’’ facility where they would get rid of his ‘’ ailments ’’.
time melded in the facility , but it’s estimated nearly a year of his life was wasted away in there. he was resistant and defiant for most of his time there , it wasn’t until his father visited him for the one and only time that things changed.
( tw: suicide ment ) his father brought news that his mother had killed herself. this was a lie , but a last ditch effort to force bryce to change his ways and boy , did it work.
hardly a month later , bryce was discharged from the facility only to find his mother was indeed very much alive and that his entire family had moved to england.
his father gave him nonsense about wanting to get away from the bad memories , start over new , and lead him not into temptation by sending him back to school with ‘sinners’.
so , bryce finished out the remainder of his schooling in england and went straight into the royal air force ( at least he got to choose what branch he went into rip ) as per his father’s wishes.
sadly for him , he would never become what he so longed to be. he had just finished boot camp and life had just started to seem somewhat normal -- if you can call anything the winslow’s had normal -- when he lost it all.
the irishman witnessed something he wasn’t meant to and as a warning to keep his mouth shut , the russian mafia took his vision in his right eye.
this ultimately ruined his life , because without 20 / 20 vision joining the royal air force was no longer an option. bryce woke up alone in the hospital , his only visitor being his younger sister ( wc ).
his life came crashing down around him. ardal would no longer have anything to do with him after finding out what happened , that he couldn’t be a pilot.
it was like he was a ghost or invisible to his father. he was everything he never wanted , and every time bryce looked in a mirror that was all he could see.
the black sheep , a burden , a mistake , a sinner , useless -- all things his father didn’t have to say for him to feel. he stayed near his family for a while , unsure of what to do or where to go for a long while.
luckily , bryce’s mother was able to get him a job at a nearby hospital and that’s where he met the tiny ginger who quickly became his whole world ( wc ).
their relationship was a rocky one to say the least , bryce being young and foolish thought the ‘ if you like someone , be mean to them ’ rule still applied when in reality it never should have been.
not to mention , he finally had people to lord over and feel like he finally had control of a situation which gave him a big head -- the patient was most definitely a victim of all this.
while he was quite the asshole , he grew to care more and more for the boy and watched him closer than most. one day , the boy finally got to leave the hospital and bryce had no qualms about leaving england after that.
his father no longer wanted him around and the irishman no longer felt like fighting to stay , so his roommate at the time was moving back home to america and bryce decided he would go with them ( another wc lol ).
the two separated eventually , bryce finding his way to valdez where he easily fit in with the cobras seeing as he had a grudge he wanted to make good on with another gang. so , he used the gang as a means to take that revenge and yet regrets his decision , seeing as he is now stuck with them.
now , he lives with his roommate , who he keeps a secret from the gang to this day bc they’re a savage ( wc ). he was ordered to go in , take apart the sex trafficking business that was stealing the cobra clientele and that required him killing a whole room of sex slaves and goons.
when he came upon his current roomie though , all drugged up , no life in his eyes , being taken advantage of -- instead of killing them he saved them instead.
since that day , he’s felt an obligation to protect the other and very much sees them as a younger sibling even though they ended up in the savages and not the cobras ( mostly due to the cobras expecting him to be dead ).
other than that , the man busies himself with drying and preserving flowers or his pet ferret outside of being a bouncer now. he parades around like this big , mean , tough hard ass when in reality he’s quite the domestic type.
he much prefers the bouncer life to having to kill people , but he’s sorta been bred for it so it’s not uncommon for someone to recruit him to do more than just bounce a few assholes from the club. he’s a jack of all trade and master of none , but he will get the job done if he has one to do.
ETC.
has a ferret named big wig that he loves v much
preserves flowers in his spare time , he keeps a book full of pressed flowers and plant life at all times in the chance he need to preserve something but he keeps it on the down low
plays guitar and sings
is legally blind in one eye , but doesn’t wear glasses
lives with his secret roommate ( wc ) , but does not have any other real friends nor family in america ( that he’s aware of ) but i do have wcs for some so hmu or check out the wc page when i submit them
has a sister ( wc ) that he keeps in contact with , but his mother is not allowed to speak to him anymore
his guilty pleasure is to take baths , he enjoys adding bath salts , flowers , and other rather ‘ feminine ‘ products to them. takes one almost once a day ngl it’s one of his favorite ways to relax
he’s irish , has a thick accent and uses uncommon terminology quite a bit
