Bran wears practicaly clothing whenever possible, though since he grew up on Star City, where fashion could bloom through advanced technological means, he still bears the cyborwire filigree markings starting at his wrist and tracing up over his forearms. At this point, though he's a little embarrassed by them, they're a mark of a lost heritage, which is part of why he hasn't had them removed.

Bran is conflicted; he has a vain streak that he's suppressed heartily since he arrived at Nidus Descendi, and it's still lurking there under all his attempts to be the tender, responsible, loving older brother he knows he must be. Sometimes it makes him surprisingly frustrated when he's ignored or chided. Thankfully, Bran doesn't veer towards anger when he feels slighted, more than a kind of frosty petulance.

He doesn't like to think back to his youth on the star station. He had a lot of friends he's lost contact with, especially since doubling-down with his family responsibilities. He prefers to keep his mind in the present. That's especially true since he bonded Mohlteth, and even more so now that he's got a child of his own. Unlike some of Nidus Descendi's residents who rely heavily on the unbonded helping to foster children together, Bran demands a more hands-on approach to parenting. Therefore he and Mohlteth have split their time between the nidulus they share with Tilin and Veneth, and in his family home in Prism Falls, where his daughter lives full-time. He is frustrated that he doesn't have the same devoted relationship with Tilin as his mother and father had, so chances are good that they won't be a mated pair forever, but he holds duty above all else, something the pair both have in common.

In truth, Bran is happiest when he's with his daughter. She wants attention all the time, but in return she wants Bran and loves when he visits. These times are simple and full of love, a sense of things being well in the long run. Bran would move back to his family home for just that reason if he could, though his status as a Draconar makes that complicated.

Mohlteth can be infuriatingly vague at times. She likes to ponder for long stretches, and will answer questions with other questions, reflecting on others to search for answers in themselves. During drill training, she will glide through the required exercises, but she has no flair except to show as little effort as possible while doing her part. Oddly, it hasn't earned her many favours with some of the other dragons in her size-class; mostly she shares her space with the more macho bronzes and occasional large brown, and that's a kind of energy she gently, frostily disdains.