Hey there, [@Stiches]'s friend here. I know the GM saw bits of my CS and asked if swapping to deputy is fine and it absolutly is, here's my CS to look over. Please let me know if you need any further alterations =)
P.S. couldn't figure out how to spoiler tag the whole thing.
Brooks Lockwood
"We all make mistakes. I’ve made plenty of them. But nothing that ever cost me my freedom."
Brooks Lockwood
| {Nickname} |Brooksy
| {Age} |47
| {Gender} |Male
| {Sexuality} |Hetero
| {Appearance} |Brooks is a tall, stocky, hairy man with the physique of someone who gained muscle without trying to show off. He has dark hair which he combs back, thick eyebrows, dark eyes and a prominent mustache. More often than not, Brooks has faint stubble around his jawline. His nose is ever-so-slightly crooked and the lines on his face appear to be from decades of frowning. His hands are calloused and his nails kept short - he wears no wedding ring yet the pale tan line of a ring is still barely visible. He has no piercings and no tattoos, but he does have a few scars on his left shoulder, abdomen and knuckles.
| {Clothing Style} |When he isn’t wearing his uniform, Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans topped with his old leather jackets. He doesn’t own many clothes, but the ones that he does own are well-kept. The most expensive part of his wardrobe is his shoes - he owns three pairs. One brown pair, one black pair, and a pair of boots for wandering in the woods. They’re built to last and kept as clean as possible. He wears very few accessories, save for a wrist-watch and, sometimes, a thin gold chain under his shirt.
| {Likes} |Scotch - he’ll settle for whiskey if there isn’t any
Decent cigars
His car
The strongest coffee he can find in Brimstone
Jazz music
| {Dislikes} |New technology
Children
Hippies
Most of the latest trends
Paperwork
| {Fears} |Alligators
Not being in control of a situation
| {Personality} |Brooks is a hardened life veteran with very little patience for stupidity. He has a sharp tongue and a short temper, often wary of strangers with little regard to social etiquette or manners. Whilst he is unafraid of conflict, Brooks’ aggression is held back by his level-headedness and common sense. He knows how to pick his battles and is very aware of his limits. He carries himself with stoicism and tends to show very little visible emotion aside from general annoyance. He operates under his own strict set of morals though, quick to be disapproving or to congratulate people for doing what he saw as ‘the right thing’. Brooks wouldn’t describe himself as the most intellectual person but he has a lot of wisdom to dispense if needed.
| {History} |There’s not much to note about Brooks’ past. Born and raised in New Orleans, he was practically destined to join law-enforcement and follow in the footsteps of mediocrely decorated soldiers and officers alike. Life was simple; he had a job to do and that’s exactly what he did, slowly working his way up through the ranks to become a prominent member of the police force but never quite managing to get promoted to chief.
That was until his sister reached out to him when she found herself in what seemed to be an inescapable time in prison. He got the call late one November evening and agreed to meet her out of the little remaining love he possessed for her. Upon confronting her she asked him something completely unexpected; whereas Brooks thought she’d beg for bail, she instead pleaded that he take her daughter to look after. It took a lot of time and consideration for him to eventually wholeheartedly agree; his agreement was the catalyst that set in motion his pre-retirement plans of leaving the busy city police force in favour for a more easygoing position somewhere out in a quiet town in middle America. With age catching up to him and his worries for the young Abigail's unhealthy past within the city, he believed it’d be best for the both of them to leave the place behind. After dealing with the paperwork and leaving his precinct with a suitable replacement the two made the move.
It had been two years since the duo settled into Brimstone. Crime was non-existent and yet he’d still receive a full-time salary, so it was the obvious choice for him; Abigail had no say in the matter. He made the transition from high-speed chases and tense hostage situations to quiet days in the office and speeding tickets with little resistance whereas his home life was another issue entirely. He wasn’t used to being a guardian and it wasn’t as if the kid was making things easy. They eventually sorted out their differences though, and life went on.
| {Other} |N/A
saw your status
I bet. Hope you had a decent breakfast, that always helps me when I have had to much fun the night before.
