List of Every Brandon Rogers Characters Ever
I don’t know why I did this. It took 4 hours. I haven’t seen ever Brandon Rogers video (shocking, I know) so some are missing. I purposely didn’t add any parody characters (the Kardashians, Annabell, M3GAN etc), but if you notice any BRCU characters missing, please comment so I can add them.
And obviously the characters not credited are played by Brandon Rogers.
David July is credited as David Burton on this list. I’m not sure when they changed their name, as they are credited as both on Brandon’s videos.
I can’t remember who Debbie and Doyle are but I must of put them on this list for a reason
Main Characters
Sam
Bryce Tankthrust
Bobby Worst
Blame/Sebastian/ Grandpa
Elmer
Cathy
Karen
Helen Brownstein
Stuff & Sam
Donna Phitts (Paulette Jones)
Damien (Onision)
Ms Cunney (Monique Parent)
Blame the Hero
Young Donna Phitts (Alariza Nevarez)
Duke Tuggler (Anthony Padilla)
Coach Best (Jack Plotnick)
Skinny Bitch (Kornbread Jeté)
Dill Flippo (Jonathan Hinman)
Family Doctor Office
Dr Gupta
Nurse Kavi (Nandini Minocha)
Lipschtiz the Clown (Paulette Jones)
Surgeon Miller (Jude B. Lanston)
Nurse Hole (Georgina Leahy)
Patient (Adam Neylan)
Another Patient (Jonathan Hinman)
Daniel (Jess Weaver)
Daniel’s Mother (Christine Sydelko)
Mad tea party
Mad Hatter
Cheshire Cat (Bazil)
White Rabbit (Benjamin Alexander Hall)
The Jabberwocky (Natalie Hawkins)
Flower (Jordan)
No one was credited in this video and most were personal friends of Brandon’s and not content creators so are nearly impossible to find. I had to stalk Brandon’s Insta to find these people.
BTW, Bazil (who plays Cheshire Cat) is a trans man who goes by he/him. Just letting people know because people are misgendering him and I assume it’s because they don’t know his pronouns.
Theatre Class
Alex Rimmer
Mason Lucas (Salim Razawi)
Oliver Hamilton (Stephen Weighill)
Linda Starford (Janet McCarroll)
Karen Shou (Karen Fokes)
Jamie (Adam Neylan)
Marlena Lewton (Rachael Ferris)
Dean Shaft (Tony Rogers)
Trump’s Emotions
Joy
Anger (Stephen James)
Disgust, Fear and Sadness were not credited in this skit and I can’t guess with all the makeup or find them.
Fashion
Jurgen Klausvonschwitz
Damien Ditsin (Logan Bubar)
Gretchen (Paulette Jones)
Sookilah (Judyth Brooke)
Dolorio (Devyne Carr)
Cheap Skate
Luxy
Lost Boy (Adam Neylan)
Chick Flick (the first Brandon Roger’s Video I ever watched)
Ashley
Ashley’s Best Friend (Vincent Marcus)
Ashley’s Crush / Cop (Jon Cozart)
Ashley’s Mom (Christine Sykdelko)
Teacher (Jude B. Lanston)
Doctor (Jonathan Hinman)
The Real Patient/ Dick’s Owner (Skye Williams)
The Real Patient’s Wife (Adam Neylan)
5 Year Old (Paulette Jones)
Since this video is now restricted on YouTube, I did this one from memory. I can’t believe I remember all these characters and actors. Thank God I rewatched it like a billion times when I first found it.
Mad funhouse
Mr Marbles/ Arlo
Dave (Jess Weaver)
Cliff (TJ Smith)
Sacha (Elise Christian)
Jimmy (Alex Diehl)
Manjusha (Nandini Minocha)
Mr Chronis (Jude Lanston)
Nuclear family
Barbara
Frank
Daniel/ Echo Noir
Unnamed Daughter
Devontay (?) (Devyne Carr)
The Office
Dorian Ditsin
James Shaft (Stephen Rezza)
Vishalam Rangan (Natalie Hawkins)
Jimmy Rustler (Benjamin Hall)
Craig Dildon (Stephen James)
Ernie (Seth Munson)
Diesel (David Burton)
Kevin (Davis Benz)
Regina (Georgina Leahy)
British Family/ The Mingeworthys
Lord Mingeworthy
Lady Mingeworthy (Georgina Leahy)
Cockwaddle (David Burton)
James (Davis Benz)
Blood & Makeup
Blah Blah the Clown
Whoopsie Wendy (Elise Christian)
Dumb Bitch Linda (Kornbread Jeté)
Blonde Bitch (David Burton)
Percy the Pervert (Adam Neylan)
Christmas Family/ The Hendersons
Patty Henderson
Paul Henderson (Stephen James)
Shelby Henderson (Caleb Shorey)
Unnamed Daughter (Elise Christian)
Spike (Logan Bubar)
The Devil (Paulette Jones)
Uncle Frank (Gabriel Gonzalez)
Notice how often Brandon forgets to name the daughter in his skits 👀?
Silly Cat
Clifton
Lenny/ Daddy (Jon Cozart)
Dr Williams (Sky Williams)
Wild West
Lucius Cowpussy
Vivian Delonprix (Georgina Leahy)
Map Maker Milton (Logan Bubar)
Lesbians
Darlene
Kathleen (Adam Neylan)
Power (David Burton)
Rock (Georgina Leahy)
Damien (?) (Logan Bubar)
Cheaters
Trina
Delilah
Gustavo
Unnamed Husband
Sleep Paralysis Demons
Felix
Iris (Paulette Jones)
Chad (Gary Nohealii Neil)
The Laundromat
Clyde Can
Bart (Joel Haver)
Debra (Mitsy Sanderson)
Barbara Ditliminor (?) (Adam Neylan)
The North Pole (included this group for fun)
Santa Clause
Mrs Clause (Christine Sydelko)
Gingerbread Man (Jude B. Lanston)
Female Elf (Georgina Leahy)
Male Elf (David Burton)
Head Elf (Kornbread Jeté)
Jesus (Jess Weaver)
Rudolph (Paulette Jones)
Tiny Tim (Jack Plotnick)
Characters I Didn’t Know Where To Put
Suck (Dominiq Badiyo)
Swallow (David Burton)
Beatrice Brownstein (Paulette Jones)
Judey Patoody (Jude B. Lanson)
Gloria Goopty (Kornbread Jeté)
Courtney (Liam Krug)
Ryder (Kassius Marcil-Green)
Barbara Worst (Katie Johnson)
American boyfriend (Ben Furney)
Ignaolo (Gabriel Gonzalez)
Debbie (Trevor Wallace)
Doyle (Trevor Wallace)
Carol Cox
Japanese Girlfriend
Deeno
Flint Dicker
Delmar Lysol
Humanoid Simulation XL-57692/ Simian
Double Licker Leroy
Paisley
Hole Bros
Rafał Sanchez Dimelo
Noah
Bryce is my favourite
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LBTE: Jared (134-135)
The end of an era.
If you want to follow along, the series page is here.
134. Concession
Jared’s dad fixes the wall, sends Jared a picture, pristine again, like nothing happened.
Don has already had a really sour taste in his mouth due to the way Bryce is getting talked about in Calgary, but this is a bit of a turning point in his relationship with Bryce and also starting to distance himself from Flames fandom.
Nothing really changes — Bryce breaks out of the slump for a bit, and the media backs up one step, and then he slumps again and they sprint forward five, breathing down the back of his neck. Jared needs to stop reading the articles, they leave him furious and blurry-eyed, half anger half helplessness, but he can’t stop doing it, picking at it like a scab. He knows Bryce is reading them too. He tells Bryce not to. Bryce says he knows he shouldn’t. They both keep reading them.
Objectively great advice that’s not hard to follow when you don’t actually need said advice, and impossible to follow when you do.
She returns with a violently blue beverage that Jared eyes very suspiciously, before he sips it. It tastes kind of like blue Gatorade, which is a terrific find. She follows it up with a violently purple one that tastes like grape popsicles, and then a violently red one that tastes like a jolly rancher. Jared is incredibly impressed.
Blue Lagoon, Alexander the Grape, Killer Koolaid.
“We find you Gabe and Stephen,” Dmitry says.
“Stephen’s mean,” Jared says.
Jared without a filter is something else.
“Come on,” Dmitry says, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, and Jared’s too unsteady to shrug it off, just meekly lets Dmitry guide him to a back corner, where Stephen’s sipping a glass of wine and reading emails, probably work ones. Gabe always complains he never turns off work mode, but considering how all-consuming pro hockey careers are, he probably doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on.
“Your boy,” Dmitry says, and drops Jared unceremoniously into the chair across from Stephen.
“What did you do to him,” Stephen says, but Dmitry just laughs and walks away. “What did he do to you?”
Stephen’s trying to get some work done and then suddenly he has a sad kid on his hands.
“I miss Bryce,” Jared says. Quietly, so Stephen’s the only one who’ll hear him. He’s drunk, but not that drunk.
“Oh here it is,” Stephen says, putting his phone away.
But he’s been waiting for it, honestly. And not just tonight. We’re now in month four of Bryce’s stretch of bad luck.
“And he’s not playing well,” Jared says.
“No,” Stephen says.
“And the media’s so fucking awful to him,” Jared says.
“They are,” Stephen says.
“I just want to help him,” Jared says helplessly. “I just want to help him and I can’t and I feel useless.”
Stephen looks him in the eye. “Did you let Oksana give you drinks,” he says.
Stephen has some prior experience with this situation.
“Okay,” Stephen says. “Rule one: never let Oksana give you drinks.”
“It’s too late,” Jared says. “I’ve drunk them. They’re drunken.”
A lil bit of Joey Munroe sneaking into Jared here. I blame the drinks.
“Drink some water. Call your husband, tell him a bunch of mushy shit about how much you love and miss him. Maybe don’t mention the not playing well part. Then go to bed.”
Good advice, delivered with greasy food and a ride home. Stephen’s getting soft.
“Okay,” Jared says. He drinks some water, calls Bryce, who is amused by Jared’s Oksana-induced inebriation, and says some truly mushy shit he probably wouldn’t say if he wasn’t drunk. Bryce says some truly mushy shit back, even though he is not drunk, but that’s okay. Jared is drunk enough to endure hearing it.
Bryce does not need an excuse to say mushy shit, just an opportunity.
Elaine’s going to be staying with his parents — they insisted, which is hilarious —
Jared continues to be amused and bemused by how much his parents love Elaine, like he, the child of the two of them, doesn’t also love Elaine.
The media’s backed off just a bit, though it’s in a barbed way
You ever read a piece on the Certified Toronto Maple Leaf Whipping Boy of the day when they’re doing too well to whip? Boy does the media get catty when they can’t use the claws.
Bryce has been playing well, but he’s been playing well for himself; he’s checked out of the team part of it, goes to pregame for Game One with this determined look like it’s his job and he’s going to do it, and he’s going to do it well, but it’s, well — a job.
Bryce is pretty much putting Xs on his calendar at this point.
Jared watches Game One at his parents’, sitting between his mom and Erin. His dad’s at the game with Elaine, which Jared is not salty about.
I’m just glad Elaine has someone to watch with. She appreciates it.
Erin, in Jared’s Oilers jersey — she’s so petty, god —
This isn’t even pot to kettle, this is pot to pot.
Jared isn’t so pleased about the goal that he neglects to mock the shit out of Erin for the squeaky little noise of joy she made when it went in.
“Mom,” Erin whines.
“Like a little mouse,” mom says.
“Mom!” Erin says.
“A squeaky little mouse,” Jared agrees.
It’s REAL cute.
“Ugh, I know,” Erin says, and slumps back in her seat. “I hate being personally invested in this. Why do I have to care about this? Why is this a thing I now care about?”
Me, 14 years ago, after enduring hundreds of hours in arenas watching my brother play, and considering myself immune.
“You’re going to sign a multi-million dollar contract this summer,” Erin says. “Whereas I am but a poor peasant university student, who would like to celebrate the win of my brother-in-law at a public house with my fellow scholars. But alas, I am insolvent. Woe betides me.”
Jared rolls his eyes and gives her fifty for the drama. “You used ‘woe betides’ wrong, I’m pretty sure.”
“Yeah but I’m pretty sure it earned me an extra thirty bucks,” Erin says
She is not wrong.
hops out of the car in her stupid Matheson jersey, which Jared is far more concerned about than her out drinking.
“Take the Oilers jersey off before you go out!” Jared says.
Erin waves a dismissive hand and shuts the door.
Jared rolls his window down. “Don’t drink any violently flavoured drinks!”
Jared’s concerns here are hilarious out of context but both based on relevant prior experience.
“I’ll get you a new ice pack,” Jared says, but he’s hindered by Bryce wrapping his arms around him and becoming pure dead weight.
“Just,” Bryce says. “Stop.”
This is what Bryce needs more than anything right now. Unfortunately only something he can get a night at a time
135. Eulogy
I didn’t exactly leave you all in suspense about how this part was going to go, did I?
Bryce keeps up the hot streak, but Jared can’t enjoy it. He swears, it’s like the better Bryce plays, the further away he seems. When he’s home, he’s home, he’s Bryce, goofy and earnest and sweet, but the second play comes up there’s a wall that comes up around him.
It’s not so much that Bryce is keeping his play from Jared, blocking Jared out, more that he’s keeping Jared away from his career, like some kind of movie cliche, ‘can’t let him know I’m an assassin’ or something dumb like that. Jared points it out, because obviously he does, and Bryce apologises, because obviously he does, but it doesn’t change. Every game, rinse and repeat.
Bryce is pretty hardcore compartmentalizing Jared from his career right then. Jared is Good. Hockey right now is Bad. Bryce doesn’t want Jared anywhere near the bad shit at that moment. He totally gets Jared’s frustration, and he means it when he apologises and says he’ll talk to him going forward, but it’s never something he’s in the mood to talk about, right then, especially when being around Jared is one of the only bright spots in his life right then.
Jared’s worried. Jared’s been concerned for awhile, but it’s been upgraded. He’s worried.
Jared at seventeen, eighteen, maybe even nineteen would be angry instead of worried. Bryce’s growth is a lot more pronounced, but Jared’s done plenty himself, particularly in his relationship.
They take it in Colorado, and Bryce comes home in the middle of the night, a little tipsy from victory drinks on the plane, but not like — victorious. Not like he would have been in other years. Happy, sort of. Happy, Jared guesses.
Not really happy, probably.
I honestly just really like this diminishing level of happiness, all chock full of qualifiers from the get go.
And that’s before Brandon Simcoe scores six points in two games against a stunned still Flames team, scoring goals every fucking time he isn’t slamming Bryce into the boards, or drawing Bryce’s temper out and getting him sent to the box.
Look, the name Shithead wasn't like calling a big dude Tiny. I've grown to love him dearly, but it's a little despite myself, because he's a total shithead.
The previously stellar goaltending’s fallen apart. The D looks frozen out there. The Scouts’ power-play is on fire, and the Flames are giving them no shortage of opportunities, taking weak calls in their desperation to try to turn the tide.
But of course the media’s talking about Bryce’s penalties, talking about how his name isn’t on the scoresheet.
If you’re a star player, and your offence dries up in the postseason, this happens 100% of the time. D? Never heard of her.
There’s no fire, no ‘we’ll come back from this’, no ‘fuck those guys, we have them’. Bryce comes home, and he unpacks, and he doesn’t talk about the games, doesn’t want to talk about the games, so they don’t talk about the games, and then the Scouts come to town.
Everything about this is already completely defeated on both their parts.
Mutes it about five minutes in and doesn’t turn the sound back on all game.
Game ever stress you out so bad the commentators are nails on a chalkboard? (That’s literally just Sportsnet commentators, with the exception of John Shorthouse. Best in the biz. Still think his muted ‘and play continues’ after the refs miss a call is the pinnacle of another huge Canadian sport: passive-aggression.)
Simcoe has a two point night. So does Williams. Half the Scouts roster seems to have gotten a point in this mess.
Genuinely fascinating to write these series from two sides. Really brings home that somebody’s elation must involve someone else’s heartbreak. Can’t win without a loser.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Bryce says, and he just had one, hair still damp from it, but Jared gets that it’s different, perfunctory post-game shower to wash the sweat off versus letting himself unknot under the hot water.
The water’s still running a half hour later, and Jared knocks. “You good babe?”
Bryce has been having a whole ass breakdown in there, so not so much.
“Jared, I love you,” Bryce says, barely audible over the water. “But can you please fuck off right now.”
This possibly could have been phrased better but also absolutely could not have been, considering his mental place at the moment. Physically: standing in the shower. Mentally: in fetal position.
The water shuts off not long after that, and when Bryce doesn’t come into the living room Jared figures he’s holed up in theirs. Jared blindly flicks through channels, feeling adrift. It’s sort of the same feeling he had in Vancouver, Bryce a thousand kilometres away and Jared unable to do anything for him, but it’s worse in a way, Bryce just down the hall and Jared still unsure what he can do, knowing he can’t fix it, that this isn’t the sort of thing that’s like ‘hey I love you so that makes it all better, right?’. It doesn’t.
Jared’s least favourite state has to be helplessness (close second: ignorance), and he really is helpless here.
The door to their room’s ajar when Jared goes to the bathroom, a tentative invitation, and when Jared peeks his head in Bryce, curled up in bed, gives him a weak smile that Jared thinks counts as one too.
Bryce is now physically as well as mentally in the fetal position. But feeling slightly better nonetheless.
He kisses Bryce’s temple, where his hair’s drying in the loose wave it gets when Bryce doesn’t bother to style it, Jared always a little in love with it just because of its rarity.
Every chink in Bryce’s armour is Jared’s favourite thing.
“Where do you want to go?” Jared asks.
“I don’t know,” Bryce mumbles. “I want Vancouver not to be impossible.”
I knew where he was going at this point, but he and Dave had not concocted their plan yet.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Bryce whispers, and there’s nothing Jared can say to that, so he just kisses his temple again, runs his fingers through Bryce’s hair, stays there with him as Bryce breathes, quick and unsteady, stays there with him until it slows, evening out, stays a little longer after that.
He’s so tired and he’s so burnt out and every atom of him wants to quit, but he can’t. Or, sure, he could, if he wanted to blow up his career. A player refusing to report to training camp is enough to break a contract — during the postseason?
Jared watches Game Four with the TV muted again, not that the Saddledome is any louder. Solemn as church, dad described it last game. Today it’s probably solemn as a funeral, because that’s exactly what it is.
Jared can be absolutely vicious with a turn of phrase sometimes.
“Tell me I don’t have to do media tomorrow,” Bryce says.
Jared sighs and sits beside him.
“Just — I know it’s a lie,” Bryce says. “Just tell me it anyway.”
“You don’t have to do media tomorrow,” Jared lies. He does. It’d be a poison pill to any trade if he didn’t, would simultaneously put the final nail in the coffin of his relationship with the Flames and depreciate his trade value to the point they wouldn’t want to ship him out. He has to do media.
Bryce stares up at the ceiling. He knows all this. Jared knows he knows all that.
Oh my darlings.
Bryce is crying, this silent thing, just tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.
He’s so fucking tired.
“I love this city so much,” Bryce says. “But it didn’t do a single fucking thing to earn it except give me you.”
Almost every single one of the best moments of his life took place in Calgary. He met Jared in Calgary. He proposed to Jared in Calgary. He got married to him right outside of it. It’s inextricable from Jared for him, so he loves it. But it’s also the place that ground him down. And not just once.
“Tell me I don’t have to do media,” Bryce says.
“You know you do, B,” Jared murmurs, and pulls Bryce in, arms around his shaking shoulders, when he starts to cry in earnest.
Bryce crying continuing to make me tear up at minimum every fucking time. The most I have ever related to Jared was when he said every time Bryce cried he wants to cry, and honestly, I relate to Jared too much as it is. Can't write hobgoblins without at least a little gremlin in you.
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