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The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Location: Main Street
Interacting With:@HalfOfLancelot, @Roosan

Brooks snatched away the brown paper bag filled with edibles as Benji passed it his way, rolling his eyes and fishing out a fiver as compensation for the deputies cranky mood.
“Shoulda’ warned me you’re on ya’ period. Haaah.” he’d offer Benji a shit-eating grin, all in good will, before continuing: “I got called in ‘round six in the morning, one of the shop owners had his window busted in. Now, what the fella’ -didn’t- mention was that every other window was just as much shattered as his. Called Darleen, had her force some of our boys to help clean up. Now i’m havin’ a few of the fancier shops go fish through any video footage they have from last night, so i’m lookin’ forward to busting my back over video footage this afternoon.” he’d roll his eyes, rubbing the spot above his chin as he shook his head in contemplation.

Time passed as the duo lounged away on the hood of the police car, Brooks hand diving into the brown paper bag to fish out and stuff his mouth with another portion of breakfast. “You think the Mayor’ll be okay with me tellin’ him ‘The wind did it’?” he let out an amused wheeze. His own snarky remark ended up lingering on his mind however, and as much as blaming the occurrence on a natural cause would make his day easier and workload shorter, something he couldn't pinpoint seemed off.

Just as Brooks continued to be alone to his thoughts, staring at one one of the CCTV’s screwed onto a streetlamp along Main Street before getting interrupted by a seemingly familiar voice. Andrew Marlowe, if he recalled correctly. He couldn’t help but remember the kids name due to the painful amount of effort he went through to get a word out of Brooks on several occasions. Brooks would have offered him nothing but his trademark scowl and grouchy “No comment.” however he felt like cutting the kid some slack this one time.

“Calm down, kid. Don’t cream your pants. Marlowe, was it?” he’d pause, stopping himself from giving a sassy remark and instead opting for a genuine, “Investigation pending. By the looks of it it’s on the weather though. All people should worry about right now is their insurance, and boarding their junk up.” he’d crumple up his brown paper bag, keeping it beside him on the hood of his ride. An amused smirk and squinty eyes looking down at Andrew, hoping the kid wouldn’t turn this into the next wall-street report of the year.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Location: Main Street
Interacting With:@HalfOfLancelot

Brooks stood scowling on one of the Main Street corners with his patrol car parked behind him, sporting a blue rain jacket with the word “SHERIFF” imprinted in bold yellow writing on it's back. He rubbed hands together for warmth and let out an exasperated groan as he looked up and down the street, the pavement littered with broken shards of glass. People had long since started gathering to help their friends, family, and neighbours by sweeping the mess into disposable piles. Brooks would offer the occasional nod and wave as people scurried about with the cleanup process.

Brooks wasn’t in the best of moods, receiving a distress call that forced him out of the house earlier than he had gotten used to. “Of utmost importance.” as Darleen, the police station secretary, had put it. Brooks arrived onto the Main Street while it was still dark outside, he’d have been shocked or even intrigued at the state of the street, had it not been for the fact he had gotten used to brushing every occurrence off as an accident or mishap.
After the usual round-about of calming the caller down, Brooks radioed back to the station to say that they’d need to arrange a volunteer clean up crew, grumpily forcing several officers to mandatorily participate out of sheer spite. The next few hours consisted of lounging around and inside the confines of his crispy, cozy, patrol car as officers and townsfolk slowly trickled onto the streets and began with the sweeping actions. Obviously he didn’t have an exact explanation to anyone asking regarding the situation, the obvious blame went to the storm and curious weather brewing for the past few days. The broken window frames void of any signs of forced entry and no items from any of the affected store owners missing. Open and shut case.

Brooks eventually felt the emptiness of a hungry stomach hit him. He reached into his car and for his radio, voicing into it: “Benji, be a dear and give me some company on Main Street. Also, get me somethin’ to eat while you’re at it, I’m fuckin’ starvin’ here.” before slapping the radio piece back into it’s place. Groggily resting his backside against the hood of his car with arms folded, patiently waiting and watching.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Brooks Lockwood

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B A S I C P R O F I L E

● N A M E ●

Brooks Lockwood

● A G E ●

46

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Chief of Police/Sheriff

● L O O K S ●

Brooks stands at around 5’10 with a stocky figure and a rotund belly. His hair was once a darkish brown, but the roots are starting to shine silver with age. His face is lined and darkened with a faint stubble. From behind his dark, bushy brows Brooks’ blue eyes are usually squinted to accompany the habitual scowl on his face.

When he isn’t wearing his sheriff uniform, Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans, old leather jackets and sunglasses even when he doesn’t really need them.

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P S Y C H E

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

To the average guy, Brooks seems like a sarcastic asshole. He’s the type of man who’s seen enough to be unfazed by pretty much anything a backwoods town like Verona could throw at him, and as a result he’s clearly taking it easy. He’s a very direct with his words, to the point of being undiplomatic.

You can tell he places a lot of importance on the wellbeing of family by the way he looks after his own; it’s one of the few occasions where one would be able to see that Brooks is a loving, caring individual.

Brooks is very career-driven and puts a level of professionalism into his work, but has recently become a little more informal due to the lack of criminality in the town. He can be very defensive when it comes to threats against him or anyone he cares about. He’s quick to anger and difficult to impress. He has a strict sense of what’s right and wrong, but he’s very lenient when it comes to bending the rules to ensure that justice is carried out.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

When he says he likes "assertive women" what he really means is that he likes "bossy bitches".

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Born into a catholic family consisting of a strict but loving mother and a tough, not-so-loving father, Brooks grew up in a world of “tough love”. Being lucky enough to have been raised in a lower middle-class baltimore family, Brooks’ life didn’t look all too bleak. However with the type of crowds he hung out, and the people he called friends, one could only become either a cop or a robber. Years passed and Brooks decided to pick up the shield, serving in the force for many more to come.

Eventually, with the toll of age along with a significant personal reason, Brooks decided to get away from it all and move someplace more quiet and peaceful.
Even though Brooks wanted to escape the pressures of policing, he wasn’t prepared to retire completely. Moving to Verona would had given him the perfect opportunity for that; he was accepted into the required role of sheriff due to his experience.

Brooks has been serving as Sheriff for the past 2 years, ensuring Verona remains peaceful and quiet.

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T H E M U N D A N E

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Super Endurance

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Olympian

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Incredibly durable skin, allows protection against all average weaponry. Firearms/blunt/blade.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

Brooks still requires oxygen, thus a lack of air could still lead to his demise. Standard medical tools and syringes can’t penetrate his skin, surgeries to treat any internal wounds become extremely difficult.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

@McHaggis, @Undine, @Roosan, @Liriia

Brooks Lockwood

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B A S I C P R O F I L E

● N A M E ●

Brooks Lockwood

● A G E ●

46

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Chief of Police/Sheriff

● L O O K S ●

Brooks stands at around 5’10 with a stocky figure and a rotund belly. His hair was once a darkish brown, but the roots are starting to shine silver with age. His face is lined and darkened with a faint stubble. From behind his dark, bushy brows Brooks’ blue eyes are usually squinted to accompany the habitual scowl on his face.

When he isn’t wearing his sheriff uniform, Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans, old leather jackets and sunglasses even when he doesn’t really need them.

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P S Y C H E

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

To the average guy, Brooks seems like a sarcastic asshole. He’s the type of man who’s seen enough to be unfazed by pretty much anything a backwoods town like Verona could throw at him, and as a result he’s clearly taking it easy. He’s a very direct with his words, to the point of being undiplomatic.

You can tell he places a lot of importance on the wellbeing of family by the way he looks after his own; it’s one of the few occasions where one would be able to see that Brooks is a loving, caring individual.

Brooks is very career-driven and puts a level of professionalism into his work, but has recently become a little more informal due to the lack of criminality in the town. He can be very defensive when it comes to threats against him or anyone he cares about. He’s quick to anger and difficult to impress. He has a strict sense of what’s right and wrong, but he’s very lenient when it comes to bending the rules to ensure that justice is carried out.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

When he says he likes "assertive women" what he really means is that he likes "bossy bitches".

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Born into a catholic family consisting of a strict but loving mother and a tough, not-so-loving father, Brooks grew up in a world of “tough love”. Being lucky enough to have been raised in a lower middle-class baltimore family, Brooks’ life didn’t look all too bleak. However with the type of crowds he hung out, and the people he called friends, one could only become either a cop or a robber. Years passed and Brooks decided to pick up the shield, serving in the force for many more to come.

Eventually, with the toll of age along with a significant personal reason, Brooks decided to get away from it all and move someplace more quiet and peaceful.
Even though Brooks wanted to escape the pressures of policing, he wasn’t prepared to retire completely. Moving to Verona would had given him the perfect opportunity for that; he was accepted into the required role of sheriff due to his experience.

Brooks has been serving as Sheriff for the past 2 years, ensuring Verona remains peaceful and quiet.

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T H E M U N D A N E

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Super Endurance

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Olympian

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Incredibly durable skin, allows protection against all average weaponry. Firearms/blunt/blade.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

Brooks still requires oxygen, thus a lack of air could still lead to his demise. Standard medical tools and syringes can’t penetrate his skin, surgeries to treat any internal wounds become extremely difficult.