Spencer is an extroverted young man with a sunny outlook on life. He's the perfect example of the kind of teacher you'd hope to have your kids in his class. He's bold and outspoken without being rude, and opinionated without forcing it down your throat. He's not perfect, he does get gloomy and down on himself sometimes, but he's overly optomistic when it comes to everything except himself.

Spencer is best described as elfin. He's got a sweet smile and delicate features, and he's slight and airy. He's strong without being hard, and puts a lot more thought into his appearance than most might think. While he's most comfortable in a hoodie and jeans, he cleans up well when he has to. He has his ears gauged, wears glasses when he's been up all night studying and his eyes are so tired and sore he wants to pry them out with a spoon. He keeps a neat goatee that he never lets go past 'scruffy'.

Spencer Robert is the second born of the Broadbent family. And when he was little, being second born of two was great. Being the second born of three was still pretty good. Being the second born of eight was... not as great. With three sisters (Nicole, Jennifer and Tamara) and four brothers (Michael, David, Sam, and James) his home was never quiet. It was mostly happy, but it was never quiet. And it was hard to get any sort of one-on-one time his parents when they had seven other children to give their attention to. So while his childhood wasn't terrible, he often felt a little alone, despite being constantly surrounded by siblings. Because of this, he developed a fear of failure and a guilt complex, feeling like if things didn't go perfectly it would give his parents a reason not to give him the attention he craved.

Despite this, Spencer grew up a cheerful young man. He loved school, and was overjoyed on the days he got to be the teacher's 'special helper' for the day. Doing things like handing back test papers and doling out sheets of construction paper made him feel important, and that he was actually contributing to society. Which, for a seven year old, is quite a claim to make. He enjoyed reading, and because of his hectic home life he found the most peace in books. When he was eight, he was reading novels that were aimed at much higher reading levels, and they made him hunger for more. He had to beg his parents to take out books from the library for him, because his children's library card simply wasn't adequet for his ever growing appetite for fiction. And when he was asked what he wanted to do when he grew up, he would always answer - without hesitation - "I want to be a teacher." And while many children lost sight of their first dream, being distracted by better prospects cooked up in their developing imaginations, it never changed for Spencer. He wanted to be a teacher through primary school, and he wanted to be a teacher through his junior cycle of secondary school. And when his grandfather, who had moved to America before Spencer had been born, passed away and left the company he'd carefully founded to his father, he wanted to be a teacher through the last couple years of high school. It was one of the few things in his life that was a constant. With all the craziness of being one of eight children, moving to an entirely new continent as a teenager, and having to deal with kids his age mocking either his accent or his staggering number of siblings, it was nice that he had one solid thing to hold onto. The desire to teach, to make an impression on children the way his own teachers had made an impressio on him, kept him going some days.

Moving from Ireland to the States was a huge culture shock, to say the very least. Things were extremely different, while being eerily similar. Where he'd expected something like New York City, or Los Angeles (basically all he'd seen of America from television), he'd found the almost sleepy little town Greenville, Illinois. Why his grandda had settled in Illinois was a bit... well, it was a mystery. Not that Illinois wasn't lovely, but it wasn't the first place Spencer had thought of when he thought of America. But then again, he'd had to have his reasons. And honestly, Spencer was glad he hadn't settled somewhere busier. Because if he had decided to set up anywhere i but Illinois, then Spencer might not have gone to college in Chicago. And if that was the case, then he might not have seen a tiny girl with an explosive personality in a few of his classes. She was a spitfire who seemed to be majoring in sass rather than Early Childhood Education, and she made Spencer laugh almost every time she would give their professors a taste of her sharp wit. And when he ran into her after class one day - quite literally, he'd stopped dead in the middle of the hall because he couldn't find his phone, and she'd bumped into him - he'd only been able to stare at her for a moment, before making some truly awkward conversation that had been punctuated by nervous laughter and lots of fidgeting. But after that day, she'd waved to him when he'd come into class, gesturing that he take the seat next to hers through lectures and writing notes to him on the edge of whatever paper happened to be on his desk. She was beautiful, and quirky, and he made her laugh until it hurt. And he really, really liked her. And then, just like any good dream, one day she was just gone. And he'd just been about to ask her out, too.

Fast forward two years. While Spencer enjoyed Chicago, he found himself craving the quiet life he'd had in Greenville. But, at the same time, the distance from his large family had been refreshing, and the idea of moving back to the same small town they lived in was a bit daunting. So he looked for another place nearby to call home, with a school that would be close enough for him to commute to. He found Cheshire Hills, and it was perfect for him. Quiet enough, not too slow, and it was five and a half hours away from his family. He got a job at a local electronics store, and settled into a content life of school, work, and trying to make friends wherever he could. And imagine his surprise when, almost three years to the day from when they'd bumped shoulders in the hall at school, he ran into Sierra again. Once more, there was a moment of staring, some surprised sputters, and an awkwardly excited conversation that was interrupted here and there with nervous laughter. This time, he didn't wait. He asked her out, right then and there. Determined not to lose her again, he took her for dinner. And then to a concert. And then to a 'nerd bar' her adopted brother suggested to him. Several movies, several more dinners. And he found himself falling in love in a way that he didn't think was possible for him. He'd always been shy around girls, with little to no desire for messy relationships, and none at all for casual hookups. He'd slept with one woman in his life, and he'd hated almost every moment of it. And truth be told, his sexuality didn't flourish when he and Sierra got closer. He suspected that he was asexual, and while he loved Sierra dearly, his desire to be physical with her didn't spring up right away, and sex was never as important as just spending time with her. She still made him laugh, and he would rather sit with her on the sofa with their legs tangled together, laughing at stories about her dance students than he would spending a night in her bed.

He's still in school, he still wants to be a teacher, and he still stays up far too late, texting the pretty girl who caught his attention in the middle of a lecture. And he's happier than he's ever been before.