CLOSED FOR @toriamin

"Oh? That sounds like a you problem, babes. None of my business, y'know." Briggs retorted, his face brightening at the sight of her, despite their usual banter. Ronnie was family, even if they were just constantly butting heads all over the place. "What do you know about musicians? If you knew anything you'd know it's not redbull, it's just a lot of coke. The fun type, not the drink, that keeps us going." He smirked back at her. "No free drink for you, by the way. Since you decided to be a hater."

She didn't clap, the last thing the club needed was Briggs getting a bigger head than he already had. "Oh if it were me, I'd fucking hate you." she grinned before taking a sip of her own beer. "But then again, I always hate you." she tossed a shrug his way. "Seriously, just drink 5 redbulls like any other musician worth their salt, don't be a pussy." She wasn't normally this abrasive, but there was just something she loved about annoying the ever-loving-shit out of Briggs. It brought her an immense amount of joy. Briggs being annoyed with her meant all was right with the world.

closed starter for @dallashcrt

location: fire & ice gala

"Excuse me, princess. I was here before." Briggs said loudly as the blonde that had just stood next to him in line at the bar managed to get the bartender's attention before him. This, in Briggs' mind, was like declaring war. Unacceptable, really. His attention turned back to the bartender. "Can we focus and not get lost in her blue eyes? I gotta be on stage in like ten minutes, my guy. A scotch and three double shots of rum, please." Briggs then turned to look back at the stranger, a smirk on his face. "You know, it's rude to cut the line."

"You know, I understood you being a little shit when you were younger but now? Now you're just pushing it, Little Throne." It simply wasn't Ronnie and Briggs if they weren't fighting like cats and dogs, in a good way though. Briggs sometimes didn't understand why she had decided to go with being a firefighter instead of joining the family business, but he figured she had her reasons. And she stayed loyal, which was what mattered. "Redbull? Okay, gym bro. What's next, you gonna ask how much I lift? Everyone knew Monster Energy is better by the way." He sipped from his water bottle, smirking back at her. "I've never needed that type of stimulants, actually. Did them a few times, it got boring very quickly. As a firefighter aren't you supposed to be a rule follower and shit, by the way?"

"Hey, don't ask the question if you're not ready to hear the answer." she said with a shrug, turning to lean back against the bar. "I dated a drummer once---Okay, well dated is a nice way of putting it, but you know what I mean. And you're only hurting your case here, Meldaba, if I thought you were a pussy before for not drinking redbull, now I really think you're one for not shoving your face into a line of coke Scarface style. --- And you deign to call yourself a biker and musician," she tutted, as if disappointed.

"I, too, prefer beer...or alcohol in general, really." Briggs admitted with a small shrug. "But I pulled an all-nighter last night and now I have one more set in a different location, it can be tough to get through that with caffeine. Or other stimulants." He signaled the bartender over, asking for a beer and another one of whatever the stranger was drinking. "Since I was very young. I was classically trained since I was like seven. Do you play anything?"

“We never met a man that preferred coffee over beer but as long as you’re paying I don’t think they will care.” She said eying his instrument. She always wanted to play guitar but never had the talent. She looked at her drink. “How long have you played?

"The rich giving out advice for free now? Fucking imagine that." Briggs tilted his head to the side, a wide grin taking over his face. Dean was unknown to him, very unknown, but also felt like someone that he should know everything about. Briggs knew the type. Rich, cocky, out of touch with reality. Still, he couldn't help but annoy him every time they saw each other, and he also couldn't help but try to ignore that one time they had gotten along far too well. When they didn't know who the other one was. "In my opinion, their displays were way more interesting when they had those male greeters waving at you right outside." he joked, clearly in a better mood than usual. "So just to be clear, you don't have a personal shopper? Silly as fuck. What else are you supposed to spend all your money on? The fuck?"

The roll of his eyes had started even before Briggs had come out with that ridiculous quip, but it was fitting nonetheless. "Ha-ha. Maybe you should invest in your own personal shopper if you're going to keep going out wearing clothes like that. You do know that just because you can by second-hand whenever you want, it doesn't mean you have to. Or should. Right?" Truth be told, there was nothing wrong with the look -- in fact, Dean would be lying if he tried to say that the other male didn't usually look pretty damn good (even despite the outfits he had opinions no). Thankfully, he didn't need to say another thing. "So, what's your deal then? Come to stare at the Abercrombie & Fitch displays?" Dean tossed back, unable to help the slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

Briggs was nearing the end of all sets by now, but tonight was hands down one of the best nights of his life and that much was evident as he almost jumped down the stage clapping for his bandmates as he did so. His grin only widened at the sight of Peyton, a nice surprise that had turned into a friend fairly quickly. "We both better walk out of here with a date, actually!" He exclaimed as he hugged her tightly. "That dress probably has everyone doing double takes every time that they see you." Briggs said excitedly and then began leading her to the bar at her request. "I'll have whatever you're having, I can't even remember what I've been drinking all night."

closed starter: @briggster location: main stage, underground fire party, scorpion.

The crowd roared into an eruption, cheering on Briggs and his band after they'd finished their latest set. Peyton raised her glass toward the stage, catching her friend's eye and letting out a triumphant, "Woohoo!" The formalities of the Ice Gala had long since passed and Scorpion's underground was welcoming guests into its fiery abode. The entertainment for the evening was of course, the best band in all of Reno, something that Peyton made sure to let Briggs know when she approached him shortly after he left the stage. "If you didn't already have a Valentine before tonight, you do now. I guarantee you just made the majority of this crowd fall in love with you tonight! That was incredible!" She beamed, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him into her excited embrace. "C'mon, let's go to the bar. I'm buying. What're you drinking?"

Henry Golding as Dry Eye THE GENTLEMEN (2020)

INTRODUCING…Briggs Meldaba

STATS:

Nicknames: B, Iggy, Briggster

Character Age:  38

Neighborhood: North Side

Occupation: Musician and Secretary for the Sons of Mayhem MC

Birthday: February 20th, 1987

Faceclaim: Henry Golding

Hometown: Sarawak, Malaysia

Years of Residence: More than half of his life

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Character Inspiration: Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer), Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Jordan Catalano (My So Called Life), Squidward Tentacles (Sponge Bob Squarepants),

tldr;

– BRIGGS MELDABA is 38 years old and lives in North Side, Reno. Orphaned at a young age, Briggs moved in with his uncle and his family, who ended up spending all his trust fund while betting and overspending. Eventually befriended the wrong crowd and got into trouble but also led him to meet a member of the SOM, which made him join. A musician at heart, Briggs plays bars, parties and festivals all the time while handling his job as the Secretary of the SOM MC. After the downfall of the club, he found himself not as in love with Reno as he did back in the day, but continues to call it home despite all the negative feelings surrounding his heart.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

random facts

the most careful plant dad that you'll ever meet

wears earphones everywhere he goes

not much of a people person unless he loves said people

hates living by himself so he will take in anyone that needs a roommate at any moment in time

a certified serial dater tm

boygenius' #1 fan

loves a good gothic novel and is currently reading Mexican Gothic

spends his money like a rockstar, with no rockstar money

claims to hate hugs (loves hugs)

feeds stray cats and dogs all the time

biography

Born into a wealthy family in Sarawak, Malaysia. His father, an acclaimed British writer and his mother, a teacher that came from a very notorious family in their hometown.

The couple moved to the United States when Briggs was just five years old and settled down in Vegas. That was until a terrible car accident took their lives away.

Briggs was seven when he was placed into foster care, eventually, a distant relative, his father’s uncle stepped up and welcomed him at home with his incredibly large family of ten kids.

Uncle Vernon had always had money problems, and what Briggs was unaware about was that whoever adopted him would receive his entire trust fund.Suddenly the family was moving into a bigger house, going on lavish vacations, riding luxurious cars. It wasn’t spent on what they needed but exploited in so many ways

Kids had music classes, horseback riding, tennis. Briggs, he excelled at music. Learned multiple instruments and poetry.

Their home wasn’t a sad one by any means, it was simply cold. There was no warmth towards anything but the money that they all suddenly had.

By the time that Briggs was a teenager and began to understand what was happening, the money was gone. Disappearing into the abyss that was his uncle’s betting addiction, and so this way not only Briggs, but the entire family was left on the streets. Briggs and the other kids around his age began working, his uncle’s depression taking over him in a way that made everyone else have to work.

It was when he began working delivering pizzas in the busy streets of Vegas that he finally found himself; his expensive music classes turned into sneaking into friends’ garages and rehearsing with a small band. It felt more like home than living with his uncle and his family ever had.

To go from having everything to having nothing wasn’t something new for Briggs but all the ups and downs had slowly made him despondent, and the only thing that seemed to help was writing and singing his feelings out.

The garage band became a little popular and with this came a bad crowd, other young people that always wanted to challenge them. Briggs ended up detained by the police a few times when he was under eighteen; vandalism, bar fights, underage drinking

One of the times behind bars is when Briggs met a member of the Sons of Mayhem; Ryan Brooks. They were both freshly eighteen and the two hit it off. Turns out Ryan’s father had been a member of the MC for years. 

Always on the lookout for a new place to call home, the last one, hopefully, Briggs joined Ryan in the initiation journey to become a part of the Sons of Mayhem.

In this journey, Briggs moved with the Brooks’ to Reno, leaving his uncle behind once and for all. Only a guitar, his favorite books and a handful of notebooks, a few changes of clothes.

The Brooks’ lived in a trailer park, but there was an abundance of love and understanding.With their support, and the MC, Briggs finally started feeling like he could make his dreams come true or, at least, try. 

He did everything that the Sons of Mayhem asked for, truly becoming a part of their family as well. On the side though, he would continue to write his songs and music. 

He began playing in different bars and venues, as well as festivals in Reno. He wasn’t selling albums or going on tour, but for the first time ever, he felt like he was living the life he always wanted.

Then, the entire city was struck by the tragedy of the murder of Melody Davis and if it was a tough time for Reno, imagine being a part of the motorcycle club that obviously stood behind Axel through it all. 

Supporting Axel and the MC came at a high price for Briggs, whose image was closely tied to the club. No one hired him anymore, he was shunned like the rest of the club had been.

He buried himself deep in SOM business all over again, slowly moving up ranks until he became the Secretary of the club, a position that he loves. As he is able to perform it but still gives time to his music despite it not being a career anymore.

Upon Axel’s release and all the new discoveries, Briggs can’t say he sees Reno as the lovely city he once had seen it as. He’s almost bitter that they would turn their back on the club after all the things they’d done for the city and has become less trusting of outsiders in a lot of ways.

He did recently start playing in some bars though, especially places that didn’t turn their backs on the Sons of Mayhem and can also be found performing on parks or busy streets, his passion for music never dying down. He just hopes that whatever is happening with the Davis’ investigation doesn’t turn their entire lives upside down all over again.

possible connections

best friends: he considers the MC his family, but there's room for more friends in his heart for sure

music / poetry friends: he is passionate about his likes, having this in common is a straight way to his heart

party friends, etc: plays sets everywhere? whether your muse met him while he was singing on stage and knows who he is or perhaps they met at a bar, party, etc.

found family: SOM more than anything but if for some reason someone outside of the MC connected with him, i can see him being incredibly loyal to them

flings/hook ups/exes: past and present tense, let's go crazyyy

enemies: he can be a lil crazy about loyalty and anyone that ever doubted axel's innocence or the club, he would not like at all. especially now after names were cleared.

"Listen, do you think I am made of money? Be serious, look at our equipment." Briggs joked lightly, although it wasn't a lie. He wasn't a rockstar by any means, he just had a band and loved music. He smirked though, shrugging. "I don't care about you being a hater, that's kind of my thing though. I try to be nice and this is how I get treated, you see my dilemma?"

“You don’t know the half of it.” Taylor downed another mouthful of drink, full of regret for even asking. “Believe it or not, there are rideshares for that too.” She knew that too well, the amount of money she’d given to Ubers after her first tour was probably enough to put a down payment on a car of her own. “Just so you know, covering my drink doesn’t mean I will judge you any less for even considering ordering coffee.”

"Wow. Hater. And that's a lot coming from me." Briggs joked lightly. He was always in a better mood after a performance, doing what he loved to do was what kept him going. "Uber's are for people that don't have to move all their instruments and equipment around, obviously. We have a van to drive." He gestured to the stage where his bandmates had began to pack everything up and then turned around to the bartender. "Can I get a water and I'll cover her drink, too please."

How she’d gotten wrapped up in this, she would never know. What Taylor did know, was that with each passing moment she was regretting it. Signaling for another round, she side eyed the man. “Dude. I will hate on you if you order a coffee instead of a beer at a bar at this damn hour.” She rolled her eyes. “You…have you ever heard of an Uber?”