Bronson is one to keep to himself majority of the time, though at times when he speaks openly to others. Generally tries to keep calm and quiet, but when the time needed for him to lash out comes he does so violently and without remorse.

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 165lbs.
Hair: Dark brown, grown down past his chin. Usually has hair down over his face.
Eyes: Light blue with silver gleam
Outfit: For a few years Bronson has worn the same type of clothes. His favorite outfit consists of a white shirt under a black jacket, loose worn black pants, and a pair of lightly faded black boots.

Once turning 17 years old, Bronson was out in the world on his own yearning to make a name for himself. Through his last few years on Earth as a mortal, he became a common theif just to get by. After many months of causing people the loss of their valuables, Bronson met up with a man known as Malkav one night in the local pub of his city in Ireland.
When Bronson turned 18 he was already staying in the manor of Malkav, learning things he once did had no idea of. Malkav was a mentor to the young Bronson for years, starting the night they met in the tavern. After so long of learning from and living with Malkav, Bronson payed close attention to the actions that happened inside the manor.
After being Malkav's student for three years, Bronson was finally given the choice to remain human or to be embraced. With that choice given he quickly made up his mind, and chose to become like his teacher/close friend Malkav.

vast interest in anything to do with the occult and older traditions.

As the setting of the sun became more noticable, Bronson awoke from his slumber. Stretching his muscles, from the long span of relaxation, he walks around the small room in which he has taken to live in. He sits on the ground, just a few inches away from door, and begins to pull on his boots. Making sure both boots are laced tightly he stands and makes his way out the door, opening it cautiously as if he feared something was just outside the door waiting for him.

After making sure nothing was in the room, Bronson makes his way out into the city. Turning his head from left to right, getting a good look at the scenery and people around him, making sure to study over everything with a quick scan. "Just as I thought, nothing new whatsoever...i swear that this place is continuously dull, at least when i am awake."