Brook Sumners
Basic Information
Birth Name: Brook Marie Sumners
Aliases:Brook
Place of Birth: Wingate Shores, Virginia
Age: Appears -20 Actual - 24
Male/Female: Female
Current Occupation: Drifter
Past Occupation: Drug runner/Underground Fighter
Appearance
Hair Color: Pink
Length and Style: Short in the back, long in the front, usually spiked up.
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Nationality: Mexican/ German
Race: Vampire
Body Type: Athletic
Description (if an NPC) or name of your creator/gifter(if a PC):
Brom De'Gual was of the
Clan Anantya, a drifter of sorts who didn't stay in one place for too long. He was a large and imposing creature. He taught Brook the fundamentals of being a vampire as him, but the only problem was Brom was the time to underestimate those who were weaker then him. As much as Brook loved her creator, she betrayed him. Brom wanted many things to be in his image, because of his controlling and demanding nature to those who he believed to be weaker then him.
Personal Questions
1. Describe your character's personality: Brook is a bit of a loner, disgruntled by her nightmarish past. She is paranoid of even her own shadow. She longs for nothing more then to quench the dread that tears apart her soul, but in order to do that she would actually have to put faith in something besides her own survival. Brook longs to be apart of something greater then herself, but the world as she sees it, is not ready for that kind of thinking, nor does she even know where to begin.
She cherishes humanity and all that is has to offer, but as she has witnessed from her own kind, such kindness and sympathy towards mortals is not greeted with warm admiration. She loses herself in her conflicting mind over her own want to do right and her blood lust for destruction and tyranny. One part of Brook wants to be the hero, the other wants to be a monster. Nothing more than a savage animal that feeds.
In that internal struggle she tries to find harmony, satisfying both urges, but has come to find it a difficult road. Slowly she is changing, see the world from radical eyes, jumping from one extreme to the other.
2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger: She dresses in what you would typically see in a teenager, the punk scene is something she is all to well familiar with. She comes across as that vibrant rebellious youth, filled with radical ideas, and yet at the same time she comes across as aggressive and snappish.
Sometimes she seems almost feral in nature, ready to get down on all fours and rip apart her intended victim. She can be imposing, arrogant, prideful and often crass and rude. People are turned off by her presence, confused by her erratic nature.
3.What does your character like? Brook likes a range of things, music, body peircings, books, comics, she isn't even short of watching cheesy vampire movies to entertain herself.
4. Dislike? Brook doesn't have much patience to start off with, she dislikes people who press and push her, she dislikes people imposing on her space, or touching her. She dislikes when belief structures are forced upon her or any form of conformity.
6. What are your fears? Brook fears the truth about herself, she fears what she is capable of, she is afraid of the monster that dwells inside of her, clawing to be freed. She fears her past creeping in and making itself known, she fears the reality of what has happened to her (in all aspects.)
7. What is your character's strengths and weaknesses? Brook is physically strong, her time with her mentor taught her how to tap into her physical prowess, though violence is only used when absolutely necessary. She isn't knowledge in the world of academics, but she is rather good in knowing how to survive, she is street smart. She memorizes sewer tunnel systems, she speaks several languages and knows more useless facts then any one person should know. Her weakness is as grand as her strengths, her short temper makes it hard for her to socialize with others and her peers, her lack of school knowledge makes her incredible mind seem feeble. She can keep up with normal conversations, just don't ask her what side of the plate the fork sits on. Brook is exceptionally talented at playing the drums, but she rarely plays, due to having no home, or having the money to even buy a set. Brook doesn't do well with double talk, or even people speaking in riddles, she is easy to manipulate, because unless you are blunt and straight forward she doesn't catch on.
Vampire -
Abilities: Shapeshifting, Savage savant
Flaws: Bad Temper
Hobbies & Skills: Her hobbies consist of smoking cigarettes, reading comics, meditating and training. Her skills are her exceptional fighting skills and she prides herself on being the most annoying person in the world. She can speak a handful of languages that she has picked up from her sire, such as; Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese, Arabic, Japanese, Sign Language, Italian.
Cosmetic Traits(Distinct, character defining physical attributes. These should be minor and offer no real power other than to make your character appear more interesting.) Brook is severely scarred, her flesh on her body is morbidly calloused and twisted from years of abuse. Her face riddled with small scars, and when she scowls they just seem to go deeper into her skin, making her appear a little more menacing. She has a few facial piercings, a lip ring, nose ring, tongue ring and couple holes in her ears but nothing major.
Quirks and Habits worthy of mention – Brook doesn't like to be touched, it is her one real quirk.
Personal History 3rd person (1st is acceptable) but please be as detailed as possible, this can/will affect your rp with other players.
Brook was born in a tri-city area in Virginia, she had everything a normal child had, a mother and a father, a nice little house in the city, her father and mother both worked, but they loved their daughter very much. The first six years of her life was well lived, not a moment of unhappiness. However, like most tragic stories her happiness came to a crashing end.
Brook's mother and father had gotten into an argument. Her father accused her mother of cheating on him, with her boss, when Brook's mother denied the accusations, Brook's father attacked her. Brook stood there holding her doll as she watched a bloodied fight ensue between the two. It ended with a bloodied kitchen knife in her mother's hand. Brook's father did not die that night, but her mother vanished. Leaving Brook alone with her father.
The good ole southern family was now no more and Brook's father lost himself in the bottom of a bottle. Every night after work, he would drink and then take out his frustrations on Brook. She went from his loving daughter to nothing more then his burden and baggage. Lost in depression and his own paranoid madness, Brook became his object of afflictions and twisted affections.
Every year on the anniversary of the night her mother left, Brook's father found new and interesting perverse ways to end her life. Much to his despair she would survive and endure. Seven years she survived, seven years she dodged questions from Social Services and Child Protection in fear of her father. Eventually at thirteen she had enough.
The night came where he would once again try to eliminate his burden from the world. Brook was waiting, He stumbled in with his bottle of wild turkey, she could smell his intoxicated breath from the living room while she scrubbed the kitchen floor. Inside her bucket scolding hot water was a knife. Just waiting for him to get off his fat ass and enter the kitchen. Finally he rose from his chair and stumbled into the kitchen, looking down at her as she scrubbed the floor, she didn't look up at him, she kept her dead down, planning out her strategy in her mind. He called her name and told her to stand but she didn't. She just kept scrubbing. His voice roared for her to get up but she still didn't. He removed his belt and brought it down on her and she fell onto the floor face first. He struck her over and over again, but she didn't cry out this time.
When his arm finally got tired, she sat up, blood dripping down over her face where he had been striking her. She reached into her bucket and grabbed the knife, and lunged for him. Her knife grazed his arm but nothing more, and he made her pay for it. She doesn't remember what happened in that time, all she remembers is waking up in the hospital unable to move. Child services couldn't accept anymore excuses from her, and she was finally taken out of the home and placed into foster care.
The damage had already been done, Brook at the age of 13 was emotionally traumatized by her experience. She became extremely rebellious and foul tempered. She excepted no help from therapists, she purposely defied her guardians and found ways to get herself into large amounts of trouble. Picking fights, running away from home, skipping school, committing arson and as an after school profession she was running narcotics. Until the age of 18, Brook was in and out of Juvenal Detention.
At the end of her young adult life, she finally started to try and turn her life around, but this was difficult as a high school drop out. She got a job at a fast food restaurant and tried to make an honest days work, but honest money doesn't pay as well. When she tried to start her running career on the side, the DA stepped in. She was arrested, but like any other case, Brook was given the choice of prison or giving up the name of the person she was working for and the names of other dealers. She took the deal and gave up the names.
That did not end well for Brook in the long run, she found herself at the mercy of those she betrayed one night after work. It was a drifter that spared her that night, stopping the others from her death. She picked herself up and told the drifter to mind his own business, this was their affair and he didn't need to be involved. Wrong words to the man who was trying to be kind, or at least she thought was trying to be kind. She didn't even see him move, and she was knocked down. She stood back up and insulted him, the others by this point moved away to just watch. He hit her again and she fell, picking herself up she insulted him again, showing absolutely no fear to this man. He hit her a third time and this time she didn't get back up.
That morning she found herself in her room, her wounds dressed and no one around. She was slightly confused as to what had happened and how she ended back home. It was another two years before she saw the drifter again. Like the previous nights before, she came home from work, hung up her hat and face planted into bed. When she awoke, she found herself no longer in her bedroom.. the sounds of a howls woke her up, looking around she was greeted with the sight of trees. For several hours she roamed these woods looking for a ranger or even a way out to no prevail.
She decided it best to locate a river and follow it, it would at least lead her to someone. Dawn was now approaching and there was no one in sight, she continued to travel until she was exhausted, laying near a bank until she fell asleep. She awoke to the sound of something rustling near by her, it was hard to see in the dark of the night, but the roar of the bear gave it away to what she was dealing with. She laid perfectly still, hoping the bear would bypass her. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, when the curious bear came to inspect the supposed sleeping Brook, she panicked, kicking the bear in the nose. The animal now enraged, bit into her leg, tearing at her flesh and she screamed out, a claw then came down and scraped along her back and thigh. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her butterfly knife.
The bear dropped her leg and went for her face, in that moment she brought her knife up and into the bears throat, stabbing the bear repeatedly until it collapsed upon her. She waited a few moments, letting her head clear before she pulled herself from under the bear and crawled towards the river. She quickly cleaned off her wounds and used pieces of her shirt to wrap the wound on her leg before grabbing a fallen branch and using it as a walking stick, dragging herself along the river.
She didn't get very far before she had to stop, several times she just had to stop and wait until the pain dulled enough for her to walk some more. Several hours went by and Brook fell from pain and exhaustion. The day drifted into night, and again she was awoken, but this time in excruciating pain, something was attacking her. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at her good leg, to find a badger. Nature was kicking her ass. She grabbed a large rock and proceeded to pummel the creature until death. Her knife she used to rip open the animal and consume it's flesh, due to hunger. Once finished she once again, crawled to the water and washed herself off, tearing more fabric from her shirt to stop the bleeding.
She took her walking stick and stood back up, and began to walk. She couldn't stop now, she had to keep going. Delirious from pain and the loss of blood, Brook kept on hearing things as though someone was following her. She occasionally would stop to look behind her but would see nothing. Hours went by and as soon as dawn approached, Brook fell unconscious.
When she finally awoke, she awoke to no pain. A campfire was burning to keep her warm and her wounds were healed. Food and drink had been left near her, she sat up and ate and drank, whatever was left over went into her pockets. A tent was located across the campfire. She stood up and went over to it and looked inside, there in the midsts of torn sleeping bags was a young couple brutally butchered. Brook swallowed the bile in her throat and took off, getting far from there as possible.
She ran and ran fast, frightened as to what was going on. The rustling she heard the previous night came about again, this time louder and closer. In her panicked fear, Brook stopped and pulled out her knife, facing the noise in the dark. She demanded to know who was out there, when she got no reply she demanded again. She felt someone there, it could have just been her paranoia but she was sure of it. After a long moment of silence, she finally received an answer, but not the one she wanted. “You aren't ready.” The voice said to her. She bit back at the voice who spoke at her with obscenities.
“
You aren't ready.” She questioned him, why wasn't she ready, who was he, why did he bring her here. She wanted to know and damn it, he was going to tell her. The man behind the voice finally lost his patience with her, when she was attacked by several small animals at his command. One by one she fought them, for everyone she killed two more would attack. She didn't stop though, she kept going, she wasn't going to die, not tonight, and not by this creep and his circus critters. When there was nothing left for her to fight, she stood there covered in blood with her knife, staggering to stay up. Finally the man came from the shadows and stood in front of her, showing himself in the gleam of the moon. At first she didn't recognize him, she was too distracted. She pointed her knife at him. “Fuck you!” She shouted at him and charged after him, he side stepped her simply, grabbing her wrist and taking the knife from her hands, slamming it into the trunk of a tree.
“
You will die now.” He said to her, taking her wrist and breaking her arm. “Pity.” He said to her and that is when she recognized the man, as the drifter from her past and she laughed hysterically, in her delirious madness. Again, Brook found herself going unconscious.
When she woke up, she felt different, something was unusual about the way she saw things, how colors were brighter, her hearing more in tuned, and a hunger she couldn't quite place. She stood up and brushed herself off, it wasn't dawn yet, but it was coming soon, and the drifter suddenly dropped down from the tree and informed her she should find a place to hide from the sun. Confused, she asked why, and he told her it would be her final test, if she didn't well then she would simply die.
The man was obviously crazy, but she did as she was told. Finding a small cave and making it her home for the night. The next night, she was awoken to a wolf in her cave, great nature came back for it's final fuck you. But the wolf didn't attack, instead it spoke to her and she understood, which severely unnerved her at first. The wolf explained to her what was all happening to her, what she was, what she had become.
For two years, she lived in those woods, and occasionally the wolf would come for a visit, to teach her. Anytime she asked about her creator, the wolf would become aggressive, she wasn't allowed to see him for he was far to busy for the likes of her yet. She wasn't ready. What she didn't know was the wolf was her creator, amusing himself at her expense.
She soon learned all she could and was able to leave the wilderness and return to society. Leaving the wolf and her world of two years behind her. She was more lost now then she had ever been. Drifting along, feeding, becoming a monster of sorts, caring little for life in general.
It wasn't until she came across an elderly chinese man, that things for Brook began to change. Yui at first was going to be nothing more then dinner for the little vampire, but low and behold, Yui managed to knock some sense into her.. with a foot to her face. Yui, chained her up and locked her down, occasionally tossing her a rat here and there, and if she was really good, she might have gotten a chicken.
She spent a little over a year with Yui, learning from him. It wasn't long before her chains were off, and she was allowed to explore the compounds of the Qigong dojo. Hear Yui taught her the fundamentals of Chi Kung, meditation and controlling her anger. How to focus her inner rage to something more useful to society. Brook loved Yui, he was everything she had ever wanted in a father, patient, caring and most of all understanding. Yui had shared a similar path in life as Brook, and he was able to reach her where others could not.
After her time in the Qigong, Yui told her it was time to move on, she didn't want to go, but he insisted that she did. In her depression, Brook looked to taking the knowledge of what she had learned into an underground fighting arena. Six months of fighting and earning wages, her name moved quickly in the underground circuits, as the Enigma. It was there she was found by her creator, after a fight, he came into her locker room and demanded her to come with him, she refused, she would not be apart of his clan or any others. She wouldn't be his puppet, his progeny, she would have nothing to do with him.
Enraged her attacked her, she fought back against him in her defiance, using everything she had learned from her Sifu Yui. In the end it wasn't enough to win against him physically, but mentally she had won the battle. Her will would not be broken, she was to be free of her creator and his hold on her