Name: Brandon Shackles
Can't find a picture to suit my needs, so I'll just describe him in detail.
He's extremely wiry and thin, with thick glasses and sandy brown hair. While he's never had any acne problems, his pale and pasty skin has never helped him either. His hair is cut exactly over his ears- and he will inspect it everyday to make judgement on whether he needs to cut it or not. Underneath his glasses his eyes are a flat brown. His teeth are white and clean, and his overall hygiene is prim. Around 5"8 and 120 lbs.
Personality: Brandon is your average, 36 year old male- okay, not really. He has an insane wish to rule the world by using knowledge. I know right, a maniac if I've ever heard of one. He craves knowledge and won't allow anybody else in the world to be more knowledgable than himself. He despises aesthetically pleasing things, things that distract him from his reading, and just ignorance in general. He has a right-hand killer that he favors, since the hand will usually get the job done without complaint- if not a couple laughs here and there.
Bio: Utterly plain and bored as a child, Brandon let his mind wander- a lot. He pondered things that people would never have thought twice. His English teachers hailed him as a star pupil, and went on to encourage his thinking outside the box. Eventually, they regretted their mistake as he became a renown dictator for his control of Durkadurkastan.
Weapons: Huge robots. We're talking humongous. Like, folds into the size of a garage and then awakens the size of a skyscraper. Their weakness? Inability to get something off of it's back once it's on, and not terribly intelligent without their daddy breathing down their neck. Seperate Brandon and his robots? Won the war.
Specialties: Knowledge of everything. Just kidding. He tends to stay behind his big bad robots and let's them do the work.
Theme Song: Uh, Just kidding.
I don't have one <:3c Should I really have one? He's more of a crack character than anything.