D. Bradley

D. is 20 years old. He is the Electric Guitarist of roses of sunsetz. D. is located in London at Serpentine Lido.

D. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.

Attitude Rebellious
State Normal
Mood 100
Health 99
Star Quality 21
Cash 2,358,911.30 M$
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Game: Popmundo
Points: 1620
Days Active: 557 days

Latest Blog Post

#120 elite models: crypt chronicles: a survivor's tale. ⚔️



Right, so there we were — me, Liberty (goddess of destruction), Skyler (full-time menace), Lisa (mad genius with a flamethrower), Zoey (way too enthusiastic with explosives) and our The Zombie Slayer's group — locked in a bloody crypt under London for 48 hours of non-stop zombie mayhem. Because obviously that’s how we spend our weekends now. Normal people go to brunch. We go to hell.

The place reeked of mould, old bones, and regret. And then the moaning started — low at first, like some cursed wind.. until we saw them. Zombies. Dozens. And not your regular “grr brains” lot — no. These bastards had choreography. I swear, they were full-on Thriller-mode, twitching and moonwalking. Somewhere in the darkness, a cursed boombox played MJ on loop.

We formed a perimeter, shoulder to shoulder. I took point with my favourite shotgun — infinite ammo, of course. One squeeze, one explosion of rotting skull. Liberty moved like a blade. Skyler was laughing, yelling something about this being better than pilates, while Zoey blew a chunk of wall open “by accident.” Lisa? Calm, blasting them while reading Latin from some demonology book she found.

Halfway in, I took a claw to the ribs. Tore straight through my jacket. Libby patched me up with one hand while eating a protein bar with the other — no drama. Just love and sarcasm. The med team behind us were legends — injecting anti-virus like bartenders at a rave, slapping wounds shut with tape. We survived wave after wave. I lost count of the bodies. We ran on caffeine, rage, and inappropriate jokes.

Still, nothing made my heart pound more than seeing Liberty grin at me through the smoke, eyes wild, hair soaked, and muttering, "Still think I’m too posh for this, Doctor Bradley?"

I kissed her then, mid-fight, blood and all.

Romance isn’t dead.
But the zombies definitely are.
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴇɴᴄʏ

Posted 4/23/2025, 6:00 PM

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Prominent Clothes & Tattoos

  • Wedding ring
    𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑦♡𝒟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑣¹²·¹⁴⁶
  • Bronze Medal
    ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱᴜʀꜰɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ - ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ 143
  • Gold Medal
    you αre my golden wαve, forever number one.. ♡
  • Gold Medal
    ʙᴜᴇɴᴏꜱ ᴀɪʀᴇꜱ 146 | ʏᴏ ᴀᴍᴏ ᴇʟ ꜱᴜʀꜰ | ꜱᴜʀꜰ
  • Silver Medal
    ʙᴜᴇɴᴏꜱ ᴀɪʀᴇꜱ 142 | ʏᴏ ᴀᴍᴏ ᴇʟ ꜱᴜʀꜰ | ꜱᴜʀꜰ
  • Silver Medal
    ʙᴜᴇɴᴏꜱ ᴀɪʀᴇꜱ 143 | ꜱᴜʀꜰ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴄɪᴏɴ | ꜱᴜʀꜰ
  • Nose jewelry
  • Popmundo Perpetual Watch
  • Small cross earrings
  • Small diamond earrings
  • Surfer necklace
  • Lucky Charm
    𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞
  • Lucky Charm
    ιn 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖘, ι fιnd 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞. 𖹭
  • Lucky Charm
    ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚〔R᥆rᥡ'᥉ ᥉ᥙρᥱr-dᥙρᥱr bᥱ᥉t dᥲddᥡ!〕ɞ
  • Watch
    𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜, 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𖹭
  • Jeans (Light Steel Blue Denim)
  • Boxer shorts (Black Cotton)
    ᴄᴀʟᴠɪɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ
  • Left arm
    𝓟𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
  • Right neck
    🏳️‍🌈⃤
  • Right arm
    𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
  • Left ankle
    ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
  • Left arm
    𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 ♰
  • Upper back
    𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕎𝕆𝕃𝔽
  • Right arm
    𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒
  • Left wrist
    𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑒 ∞
  • Left hand
    𝑾𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
  • Left neck
    𝒱𝒾𝓉𝒶 ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇

Note: Tattoos might be covered by clothing.