@YoshiSkittlez He was deffinently well off! I just assumed that the more "important" your family was, the more of a chance you got to be stationed at a comfortable zone/district. But yeah, either way he'll have specifcally wanted to be put somewhere nasty.
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@YoshiSkittlez I was thinking that it could be a combination of him not having had an important enough of a family to secure him a cushy job in zone alpha, and the fact that he just wanted to be able to get shit done and specifcally asked for 17. I'll add it into the CS at some point.
Stitches' friend here! Let me know if you need any adjustments or changes made. =)
<Name:/> Brooks Lockwood
<Nickname(s):/> Brooksy
<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 41
<Occupation:/> B.o.D Agent
<District:/> 17
<Height:/> 6,1
<Weight:/> 220
<Appearance:/>
<Personality:/>
Brooks Lockwood is, first and foremost, a man with very loose morals. His stubborn determination to ‘do the right thing’ means that he will genuinely do whatever it takes in order to get the job done, but will sometimes dare to go against his superiors if he feels something isn’t right, that someone may be getting falsely accused or that there’s more to the story than meets the eye. He has very little patience for people who get in his way and is known to cuss and yell when he’s angry - and Brooks spends more time being pissed off than he does sleeping. He’s a cynical, rude, manipulative bastard who wouldn’t waste a minute telling someone exactly what he thought about them, but ultimately his heart is in the right place and it’s the lifestyle that made him into what he is today.
<Biography:/>
Brooks was born in District 7. He had an easy childhood, breezed through his education with almost no complaints and troubles. As he grew up his father began voicing his wishes for Brooks to take up his, until at that point, family run business mantle and work alongside him and act as an heir. However, Brooks felt strongly directed towards law enforcement. Whether it was all the movies, the wish to serve his city, or just the want for authority; Brooks was dead set on following his desire.
Obviously, without his family’s support, it would have to be done through tougher and laboursome methods. The moment Brooks became eligible to join law enforcement, he directed himself to the nearest neighbourhood station and signed up. This began Brooks’ grueling and lonesome climb to the top, his end goal being that of joining the Bureau of Defence.
His father grew to dislike him more and more as each year Brooks seemed to remain dedicated to force, the only contact in his family being his mother who he only rarely spoke to due to the tiresome rookie hours and appropriate ass-kissing he had to do in order to remain a step above others.
At the age of twenty-four Brooks found the alleged love of his life; someone that he had promised to stay true to in good and both bad. Obviously after the initial year, Brooks’ focus returned back to his career, neglecting his marriage. After several more years of struggling to climb up the ranks, Brooks eventually pulled himself into the B.O.D which inevitably lead to the break of marriage between him and his now ex-wife. With nothing really tying him to Zone Alpha anymore - his family no longer wanted to see him and his wife recently left him - Brooks made the decision to request district 17 as his district, wanting some more hands-on experience with the crime in the city.
With nothing BUT his career left to focus on, Brooks dedicated the next 15 years to the Bureau and on his 13th he was given Abigail as a partner to train. The two grew a certain fondness to one another.
<Other:/> Standard B.o.D. agent equipment.
<Nickname(s):/> Brooksy
<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 41
<Occupation:/> B.o.D Agent
<District:/> 17
<Height:/> 6,1
<Weight:/> 220
<Appearance:/>
<Personality:/>
Brooks Lockwood is, first and foremost, a man with very loose morals. His stubborn determination to ‘do the right thing’ means that he will genuinely do whatever it takes in order to get the job done, but will sometimes dare to go against his superiors if he feels something isn’t right, that someone may be getting falsely accused or that there’s more to the story than meets the eye. He has very little patience for people who get in his way and is known to cuss and yell when he’s angry - and Brooks spends more time being pissed off than he does sleeping. He’s a cynical, rude, manipulative bastard who wouldn’t waste a minute telling someone exactly what he thought about them, but ultimately his heart is in the right place and it’s the lifestyle that made him into what he is today.
<Biography:/>
Brooks was born in District 7. He had an easy childhood, breezed through his education with almost no complaints and troubles. As he grew up his father began voicing his wishes for Brooks to take up his, until at that point, family run business mantle and work alongside him and act as an heir. However, Brooks felt strongly directed towards law enforcement. Whether it was all the movies, the wish to serve his city, or just the want for authority; Brooks was dead set on following his desire.
Obviously, without his family’s support, it would have to be done through tougher and laboursome methods. The moment Brooks became eligible to join law enforcement, he directed himself to the nearest neighbourhood station and signed up. This began Brooks’ grueling and lonesome climb to the top, his end goal being that of joining the Bureau of Defence.
His father grew to dislike him more and more as each year Brooks seemed to remain dedicated to force, the only contact in his family being his mother who he only rarely spoke to due to the tiresome rookie hours and appropriate ass-kissing he had to do in order to remain a step above others.
At the age of twenty-four Brooks found the alleged love of his life; someone that he had promised to stay true to in good and both bad. Obviously after the initial year, Brooks’ focus returned back to his career, neglecting his marriage. After several more years of struggling to climb up the ranks, Brooks eventually pulled himself into the B.O.D which inevitably lead to the break of marriage between him and his now ex-wife. With nothing really tying him to Zone Alpha anymore - his family no longer wanted to see him and his wife recently left him - Brooks made the decision to request district 17 as his district, wanting some more hands-on experience with the crime in the city.
With nothing BUT his career left to focus on, Brooks dedicated the next 15 years to the Bureau and on his 13th he was given Abigail as a partner to train. The two grew a certain fondness to one another.
<Other:/> Standard B.o.D. agent equipment.
Name: Victor Harlow
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Human
Physical Description:
Talents:
History:
Psychological Profile:
Possessions:
Yes, and:
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Human
Physical Description:
Talents:
Banish Ghosts/Demons: With the use of a drawn banishment circle and an incantation, Victor can banish any ghost or demon to its home dimension - hell, heaven, the afterlife, you name it. However, the ghost/demon must remain in the banishment circle throughout the entirety of the spell, and the banishment circle must not be broken or damaged for the ritual to work.
Soul Contracting: A blood contract initiated by Victor using his harpy quill and eldritch jotter as reagents, binding one other person to its terms and obligating them to carry out the task written down. Every contract has loopholes, and the participant has to willingly sign it with an understanding of what they’re agreeing to in the first place.
Soul Dreg: Victor musters up the raw energy in his rotten decrepit soul to produce a foul magic that appears to be a purplish-black, viscous, gloopy liquid. He is able to manipulate this energy and cast in the same way you’d expect a simple arcane bolt or pure magic bolt to work, but it is slower, heavier and leaves traces of dark energy wherever it strikes.
Wards: Victor has a ward tome with very elaborate and detailed runic circles drawn onto each page. By flipping to the correct page, placing his hand onto the circle and saying an incantation, Victor, produces a translucent dome-like shield which can hold off a certain type of magic and any being which uses this type of magic. Wards can be broken and weakened, but Victor can reinforce the ward using a constant incantation which requires his focus. Only one type of magic is blocked by the ward, and the ritual circle must not be broken or damaged within the tome. Victor is able to cast wards for the following types of magic: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Unholy/Demonic, Necromantic, and Psionic (Mind-affecting).
Soul Contracting: A blood contract initiated by Victor using his harpy quill and eldritch jotter as reagents, binding one other person to its terms and obligating them to carry out the task written down. Every contract has loopholes, and the participant has to willingly sign it with an understanding of what they’re agreeing to in the first place.
Soul Dreg: Victor musters up the raw energy in his rotten decrepit soul to produce a foul magic that appears to be a purplish-black, viscous, gloopy liquid. He is able to manipulate this energy and cast in the same way you’d expect a simple arcane bolt or pure magic bolt to work, but it is slower, heavier and leaves traces of dark energy wherever it strikes.
Wards: Victor has a ward tome with very elaborate and detailed runic circles drawn onto each page. By flipping to the correct page, placing his hand onto the circle and saying an incantation, Victor, produces a translucent dome-like shield which can hold off a certain type of magic and any being which uses this type of magic. Wards can be broken and weakened, but Victor can reinforce the ward using a constant incantation which requires his focus. Only one type of magic is blocked by the ward, and the ritual circle must not be broken or damaged within the tome. Victor is able to cast wards for the following types of magic: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Unholy/Demonic, Necromantic, and Psionic (Mind-affecting).
History:
Born to a deadbeat father and loving mother, Victor managed to carry out a relatively simple and uneventful childhood. As the lack of excitement began drive Victor into running himself into trouble that worsened by the week, Victor found himself at the front door of an old gypsy’s house with his mother close behind him, apologising for breaking her window and offering to do her gardening for a couple of weeks. Whilst he was there, he found out that the old lady was an actual, real-life witch and became more fascinated than horrified.
Victor refused to continue his education after the final year of high school and started dedicating his time to fully dabbling in the occult under the guidance of the gypsy. Thankfully due to the lack of care from his father, Victor managed to easily convince his mother that he’d be better off taking a job at one of the local banks instead of wasting time with an education. As much as he’d have loved to begin carelessly living his life and dedicating it to the mystical, he owed her that much. He received an internship at a nearby accounting firm, moved out as soon as he had the chance, and began leading a life of partial financial labour and indulging with magical training.
No matter what Victor had going for him, his expertise had always been with deceit. With his knack for conning and inexplicable attraction to the magical, it was inevitable that Victor’s mystical career lead to him spending his time fooling and betraying deals with summoned and trapped demons.
At the end of the day, Victor was still a mere mortal. Eventually his carelessness, drunken stupors, and simply his ego got the better of him. After the summoning of a relatively unknown demon, Victor lost a bet over a simple game of cards against the demonic entity - one that would cost him 40 years of his life.
In a panic, Victor rushed to the gypsy woman for help only to be redirected to the fairies that dwelled deep in the bayou near New Orleans. Upon arrival, Victor pleaded them to help make up for the lost time, and in his desperate state he accepted the first offer they made. For returning the lost 40 years, Victor would have to dedicate 18 of those years to raising a changeling child and begin integrating them into the human world.
With practically no other choice, Victor assumed to have been off the hook with this one. That was until he was introduced to the child. With no practical explanation at hand, and nothing to keep him bound to the city of his birth, Victor traded in his beloved Volvo P1800 for a shoddy campervan to hit the road for the following three years until the babe was of more stable age. Financially, his primitive accounting skills along with any private demonology or exorcism contract made do, and along with what he had saved up from his previous chapter, the two began driving eastwards across the country, stopping at the odd town or two but never staying longer than a month.
The two eventually arrived in New Camden, and after a month of Victor running minor demonic related errands for quick cash to hit the road, it dawned on him that there was a far larger presence of magical and mystic beings than anywhere him and Abigail had visited. Upon this realisation, Victor considered remaining here to raise Abigail as she was slowly coming to a more controllable age and would eventually have to start with her own introduction into the human educational system. Victor decided to remain for another month, which eventually turned into two, which eventually turned into a year. It was decided as Abigail began to settle into the surroundings and slowly made life less and less hard on him. Victor continued assisting both Magical’s and humans with accounting, whilst dabbling and taking on the odd private contract when his wallet ached.
Victor refused to continue his education after the final year of high school and started dedicating his time to fully dabbling in the occult under the guidance of the gypsy. Thankfully due to the lack of care from his father, Victor managed to easily convince his mother that he’d be better off taking a job at one of the local banks instead of wasting time with an education. As much as he’d have loved to begin carelessly living his life and dedicating it to the mystical, he owed her that much. He received an internship at a nearby accounting firm, moved out as soon as he had the chance, and began leading a life of partial financial labour and indulging with magical training.
No matter what Victor had going for him, his expertise had always been with deceit. With his knack for conning and inexplicable attraction to the magical, it was inevitable that Victor’s mystical career lead to him spending his time fooling and betraying deals with summoned and trapped demons.
At the end of the day, Victor was still a mere mortal. Eventually his carelessness, drunken stupors, and simply his ego got the better of him. After the summoning of a relatively unknown demon, Victor lost a bet over a simple game of cards against the demonic entity - one that would cost him 40 years of his life.
In a panic, Victor rushed to the gypsy woman for help only to be redirected to the fairies that dwelled deep in the bayou near New Orleans. Upon arrival, Victor pleaded them to help make up for the lost time, and in his desperate state he accepted the first offer they made. For returning the lost 40 years, Victor would have to dedicate 18 of those years to raising a changeling child and begin integrating them into the human world.
With practically no other choice, Victor assumed to have been off the hook with this one. That was until he was introduced to the child. With no practical explanation at hand, and nothing to keep him bound to the city of his birth, Victor traded in his beloved Volvo P1800 for a shoddy campervan to hit the road for the following three years until the babe was of more stable age. Financially, his primitive accounting skills along with any private demonology or exorcism contract made do, and along with what he had saved up from his previous chapter, the two began driving eastwards across the country, stopping at the odd town or two but never staying longer than a month.
The two eventually arrived in New Camden, and after a month of Victor running minor demonic related errands for quick cash to hit the road, it dawned on him that there was a far larger presence of magical and mystic beings than anywhere him and Abigail had visited. Upon this realisation, Victor considered remaining here to raise Abigail as she was slowly coming to a more controllable age and would eventually have to start with her own introduction into the human educational system. Victor decided to remain for another month, which eventually turned into two, which eventually turned into a year. It was decided as Abigail began to settle into the surroundings and slowly made life less and less hard on him. Victor continued assisting both Magical’s and humans with accounting, whilst dabbling and taking on the odd private contract when his wallet ached.
Psychological Profile:
Victor is a foul-mouthed, disillusioned, cynic who leads a life of sorcery and danger. A man with an inexplicable attraction to the occult, he enjoys tampering with eldritch forces and conning anyone he can get his grubby little hands on. Most of the time, he mixes his hobbies together in his job and likes to think he’s living the good life because of it.
For Victor, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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’.
For Victor, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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’.
Possessions:
Rumpus - A small, pot-bellied imp who got conned by Victor and bound into servitude through one of his soul contracts. As well as slave labour, Rumpus is Victor’s contact to the underworld, and through him Victor is able to extend his dealings into hell.
Eldritch Jotter and Harpy Quill: Victor won this in a game of Yahtzee against a demonic entity. When introduced to the blood of the current owner and the blood of a willing participant, the words written on the jotter become a soul-binding contract which both parties are obligated to uphold.
Ward Tome: A fairly thin leather bound book with several large and elaborate runic circles drawn onto each page. Victor needs to have this book and have the required drawing in good condition in order to cast wards.
Victor also carries a multitude of large permanent markers and sticks of chalk to draw out his banishment circles.
Eldritch Jotter and Harpy Quill: Victor won this in a game of Yahtzee against a demonic entity. When introduced to the blood of the current owner and the blood of a willing participant, the words written on the jotter become a soul-binding contract which both parties are obligated to uphold.
Ward Tome: A fairly thin leather bound book with several large and elaborate runic circles drawn onto each page. Victor needs to have this book and have the required drawing in good condition in order to cast wards.
Victor also carries a multitude of large permanent markers and sticks of chalk to draw out his banishment circles.
Yes, and:
TBD
Location of Note: Sir Walter’s (Dive Bar)
Notable Person: Elizabeth Rodgers aka. “Betty” a troll in disguise. Caring in nature, Betty harbors any unwanted beings that seek a place to call home. She’s the current manager of the bar, purchased it from the previous owner who remains unknown.
A fact everyone knows about this place: The bar works as a form of safe haven for primarily demons. Most of the staff comprise of unwanted and or shunned magical beings with illusions casted over themselves to appear human. They serve cheap drinks and even cheaper bar food.
Notable Person: Elizabeth Rodgers aka. “Betty” a troll in disguise. Caring in nature, Betty harbors any unwanted beings that seek a place to call home. She’s the current manager of the bar, purchased it from the previous owner who remains unknown.
A fact everyone knows about this place: The bar works as a form of safe haven for primarily demons. Most of the staff comprise of unwanted and or shunned magical beings with illusions casted over themselves to appear human. They serve cheap drinks and even cheaper bar food.
Heya! Stiches' friend, i'll slap my C.S. for review here, please let me know if you need me to remove/alter anything and i'll get on it =)
Name: Victor Harlow
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Human
Physical Description:
Talents:
History:
Psychological Profile:
Possessions:
Yes, and:
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Human
Physical Description:
Talents:
Banish Ghosts/Demons: With the use of a drawn banishment circle and an incantation, Victor can banish any ghost or demon to its home dimension - hell, heaven, the afterlife, you name it. However, the ghost/demon must remain in the banishment circle throughout the entirety of the spell, and the banishment circle must not be broken or damaged for the ritual to work.
Soul Contracting: A blood contract initiated by Victor using his harpy quill and eldritch jotter as reagents, binding one other person to its terms and obligating them to carry out the task written down. Every contract has loopholes, and the participant has to willingly sign it with an understanding of what they’re agreeing to in the first place.
Soul Dreg: Victor musters up the raw energy in his rotten decrepit soul to produce a foul magic that appears to be a purplish-black, viscous, gloopy liquid. He is able to manipulate this energy and cast in the same way you’d expect a simple arcane bolt or pure magic bolt to work, but it is slower, heavier and leaves traces of dark energy wherever it strikes.
Wards: Victor has a ward tome with very elaborate and detailed runic circles drawn onto each page. By flipping to the correct page, placing his hand onto the circle and saying an incantation, Victor, produces a translucent dome-like shield which can hold off a certain type of magic and any being which uses this type of magic. Wards can be broken and weakened, but Victor can reinforce the ward using a constant incantation which requires his focus. Only one type of magic is blocked by the ward, and the ritual circle must not be broken or damaged within the tome. Victor is able to cast wards for the following types of magic: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Unholy/Demonic, Necromantic, and Psionic (Mind-affecting).
Soul Contracting: A blood contract initiated by Victor using his harpy quill and eldritch jotter as reagents, binding one other person to its terms and obligating them to carry out the task written down. Every contract has loopholes, and the participant has to willingly sign it with an understanding of what they’re agreeing to in the first place.
Soul Dreg: Victor musters up the raw energy in his rotten decrepit soul to produce a foul magic that appears to be a purplish-black, viscous, gloopy liquid. He is able to manipulate this energy and cast in the same way you’d expect a simple arcane bolt or pure magic bolt to work, but it is slower, heavier and leaves traces of dark energy wherever it strikes.
Wards: Victor has a ward tome with very elaborate and detailed runic circles drawn onto each page. By flipping to the correct page, placing his hand onto the circle and saying an incantation, Victor, produces a translucent dome-like shield which can hold off a certain type of magic and any being which uses this type of magic. Wards can be broken and weakened, but Victor can reinforce the ward using a constant incantation which requires his focus. Only one type of magic is blocked by the ward, and the ritual circle must not be broken or damaged within the tome. Victor is able to cast wards for the following types of magic: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Unholy/Demonic, Necromantic, and Psionic (Mind-affecting).
History:
Born to a deadbeat father and loving mother, Victor managed to carry out a relatively simple and uneventful childhood. As the lack of excitement began drive Victor into running himself into trouble that worsened by the week, Victor found himself at the front door of an old gypsy’s house with his mother close behind him, apologising for breaking her window and offering to do her gardening for a couple of weeks. Whilst he was there, he found out that the old lady was an actual, real-life witch and became more fascinated than horrified.
Victor refused to continue his education after the final year of high school and started dedicating his time to fully dabbling in the occult under the guidance of the gypsy. Thankfully due to the lack of care from his father, Victor managed to easily convince his mother that he’d be better off taking a job at one of the local banks instead of wasting time with an education. As much as he’d have loved to begin carelessly living his life and dedicating it to the mystical, he owed her that much. He received an internship at a nearby accounting firm, moved out as soon as he had the chance, and began leading a life of partial financial labour and indulging with magical training.
No matter what Victor had going for him, his expertise had always been with deceit. With his knack for conning and inexplicable attraction to the magical, it was inevitable that Victor’s mystical career lead to him spending his time fooling and betraying deals with summoned and trapped demons.
At the end of the day, Victor was still a mere mortal. Eventually his carelessness, drunken stupors, and simply his ego got the better of him. After the summoning of a relatively unknown demon, Victor lost a bet over a simple game of cards against the demonic entity - one that would cost him 40 years of his life.
In a panic, Victor rushed to the gypsy woman for help only to be redirected to the fairies that dwelled deep in the bayou near New Orleans. Upon arrival, Victor pleaded them to help make up for the lost time, and in his desperate state he accepted the first offer they made. For returning the lost 40 years, Victor would have to dedicate 18 of those years to raising a changeling child and begin integrating them into the human world.
With practically no other choice, Victor assumed to have been off the hook with this one. That was until he was introduced to the child. With no practical explanation at hand, and nothing to keep him bound to the city of his birth, Victor traded in his beloved Volvo P1800 for a shoddy campervan to hit the road for the following three years until the babe was of more stable age. Financially, his primitive accounting skills along with any private demonology or exorcism contract made do, and along with what he had saved up from his previous chapter, the two began driving eastwards across the country, stopping at the odd town or two but never staying longer than a month.
The two eventually arrived in New Camden, and after a month of Victor running minor demonic related errands for quick cash to hit the road, it dawned on him that there was a far larger presence of magical and mystic beings than anywhere him and Abigail had visited. Upon this realisation, Victor considered remaining here to raise Abigail as she was slowly coming to a more controllable age and would eventually have to start with her own introduction into the human educational system. Victor decided to remain for another month, which eventually turned into two, which eventually turned into a year. It was decided as Abigail began to settle into the surroundings and slowly made life less and less hard on him. Victor continued assisting both Magical’s and humans with accounting, whilst dabbling and taking on the odd private contract when his wallet ached.
Victor refused to continue his education after the final year of high school and started dedicating his time to fully dabbling in the occult under the guidance of the gypsy. Thankfully due to the lack of care from his father, Victor managed to easily convince his mother that he’d be better off taking a job at one of the local banks instead of wasting time with an education. As much as he’d have loved to begin carelessly living his life and dedicating it to the mystical, he owed her that much. He received an internship at a nearby accounting firm, moved out as soon as he had the chance, and began leading a life of partial financial labour and indulging with magical training.
No matter what Victor had going for him, his expertise had always been with deceit. With his knack for conning and inexplicable attraction to the magical, it was inevitable that Victor’s mystical career lead to him spending his time fooling and betraying deals with summoned and trapped demons.
At the end of the day, Victor was still a mere mortal. Eventually his carelessness, drunken stupors, and simply his ego got the better of him. After the summoning of a relatively unknown demon, Victor lost a bet over a simple game of cards against the demonic entity - one that would cost him 40 years of his life.
In a panic, Victor rushed to the gypsy woman for help only to be redirected to the fairies that dwelled deep in the bayou near New Orleans. Upon arrival, Victor pleaded them to help make up for the lost time, and in his desperate state he accepted the first offer they made. For returning the lost 40 years, Victor would have to dedicate 18 of those years to raising a changeling child and begin integrating them into the human world.
With practically no other choice, Victor assumed to have been off the hook with this one. That was until he was introduced to the child. With no practical explanation at hand, and nothing to keep him bound to the city of his birth, Victor traded in his beloved Volvo P1800 for a shoddy campervan to hit the road for the following three years until the babe was of more stable age. Financially, his primitive accounting skills along with any private demonology or exorcism contract made do, and along with what he had saved up from his previous chapter, the two began driving eastwards across the country, stopping at the odd town or two but never staying longer than a month.
The two eventually arrived in New Camden, and after a month of Victor running minor demonic related errands for quick cash to hit the road, it dawned on him that there was a far larger presence of magical and mystic beings than anywhere him and Abigail had visited. Upon this realisation, Victor considered remaining here to raise Abigail as she was slowly coming to a more controllable age and would eventually have to start with her own introduction into the human educational system. Victor decided to remain for another month, which eventually turned into two, which eventually turned into a year. It was decided as Abigail began to settle into the surroundings and slowly made life less and less hard on him. Victor continued assisting both Magical’s and humans with accounting, whilst dabbling and taking on the odd private contract when his wallet ached.
Psychological Profile:
Victor is a foul-mouthed, disillusioned, cynic who leads a life of sorcery and danger. A man with an inexplicable attraction to the occult, he enjoys tampering with eldritch forces and conning anyone he can get his grubby little hands on. Most of the time, he mixes his hobbies together in his job and likes to think he’s living the good life because of it.
For Victor, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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’.
For Victor, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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’.
Possessions:
Rumpus - A small, pot-bellied imp who got conned by Victor and bound into servitude through one of his soul contracts. As well as slave labour, Rumpus is Victor’s contact to the underworld, and through him Victor is able to extend his dealings into hell.
Eldritch Jotter and Harpy Quill: Victor won this in a game of Yahtzee against a demonic entity. When introduced to the blood of the current owner and the blood of a willing participant, the words written on the jotter become a soul-binding contract which both parties are obligated to uphold.
Ward Tome: A fairly thin leather bound book with several large and elaborate runic circles drawn onto each page. Victor needs to have this book and have the required drawing in good condition in order to cast wards.
Victor also carries a multitude of large permanent markers and sticks of chalk to draw out his banishment circles.
Eldritch Jotter and Harpy Quill: Victor won this in a game of Yahtzee against a demonic entity. When introduced to the blood of the current owner and the blood of a willing participant, the words written on the jotter become a soul-binding contract which both parties are obligated to uphold.
Ward Tome: A fairly thin leather bound book with several large and elaborate runic circles drawn onto each page. Victor needs to have this book and have the required drawing in good condition in order to cast wards.
Victor also carries a multitude of large permanent markers and sticks of chalk to draw out his banishment circles.
Yes, and:
TBD
Location of Note: Sir Walter’s (Dive Bar)
Notable Person: Elizabeth Rodgers aka. “Betty” a troll in disguise. Caring in nature, Betty harbors any unwanted beings that seek a place to call home. She’s the current manager of the bar, purchased it from the previous owner who remains unknown.
A fact everyone knows about this place: The bar works as a form of safe haven for primarily demons. Most of the staff comprise of unwanted and or shunned magical beings with illusions casted over themselves to appear human. They serve cheap drinks and even cheaper bar food.
Notable Person: Elizabeth Rodgers aka. “Betty” a troll in disguise. Caring in nature, Betty harbors any unwanted beings that seek a place to call home. She’s the current manager of the bar, purchased it from the previous owner who remains unknown.
A fact everyone knows about this place: The bar works as a form of safe haven for primarily demons. Most of the staff comprise of unwanted and or shunned magical beings with illusions casted over themselves to appear human. They serve cheap drinks and even cheaper bar food.
Name: Victor Strade
Age: 40
Height: 5”7
Weight: 210
Melee Weapon: Short Sword - A simple steel short sword, used primarily for close combat. The hilt is meticulously woven with purple leather and it sits in an ornate hilt on Victor’s belt. It is regularly kept sharp.
Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Flintlock Pistol x2 - Two standard, powder loaded flintlocks. Victor carries his gunpowder in tiny vials to prevent any moisture from dampening the powder - all he has to do is pour one bottle into his pistol to reload instead of measuring out the correct amount.
Other Equipment: One use trinkets to ward himself from harmful spells and fend off curses. As Victor is inept cast any form of magic, he’s had to rely on wards specifically purchased and formed beforehand to help him ease dealing with magical encounters.
A journal, inkpot and quill. No matter who’s paying, Victor makes sure to have the contract signed on paper.
A secure vial of poison (with its antidote). As Victor is only a mere human, he often has to rely on poisons and toxins to ease combatting the mystical. Whether to tamper with one’s drink, or to coat his blade with, Victor always keeps a vial on him.
Hunting Specialty: Acolytes
Bio:
Victor Strade, privileged enough to be born into a middle class family, grew up in St. Alves Republic. As the son to a mid-ranking politician, Victor’s time growing up was relatively simple. Having had the chance of formal education along with any of his childish desires, life was easy to say the least.
As Victor approached his 12th birthday his father had slowly began guiding Victor’s attention to the monstrous and mystical. He latched onto the information he was given, and soon enough he had taken up training to hunting the foul. His father remained surprisingly supportive of Victor, something that he only wondered about when he had time to focus on anything but practice.
Years passed; field work alongside mentors and professional hunters came and went until Victor was officially eligible to take contracts and tasks up on his own. Victor was suddenly approached by his father regarding targets that seemed all too convenient for his old man’s sake to have vanish. Oblivious and nothing but eager to begin his first official hunts he followed along, only to find out that the people his father had tasked him with were actually competitors in the political scene who meddled with dark forces in secrecy to further their own goals. Victor had carried the kills out and confronted his father; both decided it best for them to seperate ways. They grew distant, and eventually out of touch. Years passed, and Victor continued to dedicate his life to hunting the wicked and devious. His targets were primarily acolytes - people that seemed like any other on the outside, but dark and grueling on the inside.
Without the surveillance of his father, Victor reverted to his usual ways. He used his occupation as a hunter to gain a reputation and the reward money to become one of the upper-middle class socialites of St Alves. Soon, his job was offset by partying and prostitutes. He found himself entrenched in the subtleties of blackmail and gossip - anyone who was rich and famous enough would inevitably find themselves elbowing with all the other high-culture personalities of the city. Luckily for Victor, the fact he specialised in hunting down acolytes near the area meant he knew whose uncle practiced necromancy for 3 months in the wine cellar, or which manager was busy performing blood rites to try and coerce his employees into working for lower wages.
After a particularly rough day at work, Victor realised he was being followed by a grubby little urchin. Abigail Harlow. A girl that, at first, was nothing more than a set of eyes and ears that people would rather ignore than show sympathy towards. Victor saw the opportunity; with this girl under his charge, he could continue to dig up dirt and find leads for future missions with more time to indulge himself in the city. It was surprising that someone who Victor saw as nothing more than bait turned into a valuable asset, and eventually well looked-after friend. As the girl carried out task after task to allow Victor to succeed in his hunts, he realised her desire to be more useful than just a face in a crowd. His age and experience allowing him to begin mentoring her as soon as it was fit.
Gemstone:Yellow tourmaline
Age: 40
Height: 5”7
Weight: 210
Melee Weapon: Short Sword - A simple steel short sword, used primarily for close combat. The hilt is meticulously woven with purple leather and it sits in an ornate hilt on Victor’s belt. It is regularly kept sharp.
Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Flintlock Pistol x2 - Two standard, powder loaded flintlocks. Victor carries his gunpowder in tiny vials to prevent any moisture from dampening the powder - all he has to do is pour one bottle into his pistol to reload instead of measuring out the correct amount.
Other Equipment: One use trinkets to ward himself from harmful spells and fend off curses. As Victor is inept cast any form of magic, he’s had to rely on wards specifically purchased and formed beforehand to help him ease dealing with magical encounters.
A journal, inkpot and quill. No matter who’s paying, Victor makes sure to have the contract signed on paper.
A secure vial of poison (with its antidote). As Victor is only a mere human, he often has to rely on poisons and toxins to ease combatting the mystical. Whether to tamper with one’s drink, or to coat his blade with, Victor always keeps a vial on him.
Hunting Specialty: Acolytes
Bio:
Victor Strade, privileged enough to be born into a middle class family, grew up in St. Alves Republic. As the son to a mid-ranking politician, Victor’s time growing up was relatively simple. Having had the chance of formal education along with any of his childish desires, life was easy to say the least.
As Victor approached his 12th birthday his father had slowly began guiding Victor’s attention to the monstrous and mystical. He latched onto the information he was given, and soon enough he had taken up training to hunting the foul. His father remained surprisingly supportive of Victor, something that he only wondered about when he had time to focus on anything but practice.
Years passed; field work alongside mentors and professional hunters came and went until Victor was officially eligible to take contracts and tasks up on his own. Victor was suddenly approached by his father regarding targets that seemed all too convenient for his old man’s sake to have vanish. Oblivious and nothing but eager to begin his first official hunts he followed along, only to find out that the people his father had tasked him with were actually competitors in the political scene who meddled with dark forces in secrecy to further their own goals. Victor had carried the kills out and confronted his father; both decided it best for them to seperate ways. They grew distant, and eventually out of touch. Years passed, and Victor continued to dedicate his life to hunting the wicked and devious. His targets were primarily acolytes - people that seemed like any other on the outside, but dark and grueling on the inside.
Without the surveillance of his father, Victor reverted to his usual ways. He used his occupation as a hunter to gain a reputation and the reward money to become one of the upper-middle class socialites of St Alves. Soon, his job was offset by partying and prostitutes. He found himself entrenched in the subtleties of blackmail and gossip - anyone who was rich and famous enough would inevitably find themselves elbowing with all the other high-culture personalities of the city. Luckily for Victor, the fact he specialised in hunting down acolytes near the area meant he knew whose uncle practiced necromancy for 3 months in the wine cellar, or which manager was busy performing blood rites to try and coerce his employees into working for lower wages.
After a particularly rough day at work, Victor realised he was being followed by a grubby little urchin. Abigail Harlow. A girl that, at first, was nothing more than a set of eyes and ears that people would rather ignore than show sympathy towards. Victor saw the opportunity; with this girl under his charge, he could continue to dig up dirt and find leads for future missions with more time to indulge himself in the city. It was surprising that someone who Victor saw as nothing more than bait turned into a valuable asset, and eventually well looked-after friend. As the girl carried out task after task to allow Victor to succeed in his hunts, he realised her desire to be more useful than just a face in a crowd. His age and experience allowing him to begin mentoring her as soon as it was fit.
Gemstone:Yellow tourmaline
Name: Victor Strade
Age: 40
Height: 5”7
Weight: 210
Melee Weapon: Short Sword - A simple steel short sword, used primarily for close combat. The hilt is meticulously woven with purple leather and it sits in an ornate hilt on Victor’s belt. It is regularly kept sharp.
Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Flintlock Pistol x2 - Two standard, powder loaded flintlocks. Victor carries his gunpowder in tiny vials to prevent any moisture from dampening the powder - all he has to do is pour one bottle into his pistol to reload instead of measuring out the correct amount.
Other Equipment: One use trinkets to ward himself from harmful spells and fend off curses. As Victor is inept cast any form of magic, he’s had to rely on wards specifically purchased and formed beforehand to help him ease dealing with magical encounters.
A journal, inkpot and quill. No matter who’s paying, Victor makes sure to have the contract signed on paper.
A secure vial of poison (with its antidote). As Victor is only a mere human, he often has to rely on poisons and toxins to ease combatting the mystical. Whether to tamper with one’s drink, or to coat his blade with, Victor always keeps a vial on him.
Hunting Specialty: Acolytes
Bio:
Victor Strade, privileged enough to be born into a middle class family, grew up in St. Alves Republic. As the son to a mid-ranking politician, Victor’s time growing up was relatively simple. Having had the chance of formal education along with any of his childish desires, life was easy to say the least.
As Victor approached his 12th birthday his father had slowly began guiding Victor’s attention to the monstrous and mystical. He latched onto the information he was given, and soon enough he had taken up training to hunting the foul. His father remained surprisingly supportive of Victor, something that he only wondered about when he had time to focus on anything but practice.
Years passed; field work alongside mentors and professional hunters came and went until Victor was officially eligible to take contracts and tasks up on his own. Victor was suddenly approached by his father regarding targets that seemed all too convenient for his old man’s sake to have vanish. Oblivious and nothing but eager to begin his first official hunts he followed along, only to find out that the people his father had tasked him with were actually competitors in the political scene who meddled with dark forces in secrecy to further their own goals. Victor had carried the kills out and confronted his father; both decided it best for them to seperate ways. They grew distant, and eventually out of touch. Years passed, and Victor continued to dedicate his life to hunting the wicked and devious. His targets were primarily acolytes - people that seemed like any other on the outside, but dark and grueling on the inside.
Without the surveillance of his father, Victor reverted to his usual ways. He used his occupation as a hunter to gain a reputation and the reward money to become one of the upper-middle class socialites of St Alves. Soon, his job was offset by partying and prostitutes. He found himself entrenched in the subtleties of blackmail and gossip - anyone who was rich and famous enough would inevitably find themselves elbowing with all the other high-culture personalities of the city. Luckily for Victor, the fact he specialised in hunting down acolytes near the area meant he knew whose uncle practiced necromancy for 3 months in the wine cellar, or which manager was busy performing blood rites to try and coerce his employees into working for lower wages.
After a particularly rough day at work, Victor realised he was being followed by a grubby little urchin. Abigail Harlow. A girl that, at first, was nothing more than a set of eyes and ears that people would rather ignore than show sympathy towards. Victor saw the opportunity; with this girl under his charge, he could continue to dig up dirt and find leads for future missions with more time to indulge himself in the city. It was surprising that someone who Victor saw as nothing more than bait turned into a valuable asset, and eventually well looked-after friend. As the girl carried out task after task to allow Victor to succeed in his hunts, he realised her desire to be more useful than just a face in a crowd. His age and experience allowing him to begin mentoring her as soon as it was fit.
Gemstone:Yellow tourmaline
Age: 40
Height: 5”7
Weight: 210
Melee Weapon: Short Sword - A simple steel short sword, used primarily for close combat. The hilt is meticulously woven with purple leather and it sits in an ornate hilt on Victor’s belt. It is regularly kept sharp.
Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Flintlock Pistol x2 - Two standard, powder loaded flintlocks. Victor carries his gunpowder in tiny vials to prevent any moisture from dampening the powder - all he has to do is pour one bottle into his pistol to reload instead of measuring out the correct amount.
Other Equipment: One use trinkets to ward himself from harmful spells and fend off curses. As Victor is inept cast any form of magic, he’s had to rely on wards specifically purchased and formed beforehand to help him ease dealing with magical encounters.
A journal, inkpot and quill. No matter who’s paying, Victor makes sure to have the contract signed on paper.
A secure vial of poison (with its antidote). As Victor is only a mere human, he often has to rely on poisons and toxins to ease combatting the mystical. Whether to tamper with one’s drink, or to coat his blade with, Victor always keeps a vial on him.
Hunting Specialty: Acolytes
Bio:
Victor Strade, privileged enough to be born into a middle class family, grew up in St. Alves Republic. As the son to a mid-ranking politician, Victor’s time growing up was relatively simple. Having had the chance of formal education along with any of his childish desires, life was easy to say the least.
As Victor approached his 12th birthday his father had slowly began guiding Victor’s attention to the monstrous and mystical. He latched onto the information he was given, and soon enough he had taken up training to hunting the foul. His father remained surprisingly supportive of Victor, something that he only wondered about when he had time to focus on anything but practice.
Years passed; field work alongside mentors and professional hunters came and went until Victor was officially eligible to take contracts and tasks up on his own. Victor was suddenly approached by his father regarding targets that seemed all too convenient for his old man’s sake to have vanish. Oblivious and nothing but eager to begin his first official hunts he followed along, only to find out that the people his father had tasked him with were actually competitors in the political scene who meddled with dark forces in secrecy to further their own goals. Victor had carried the kills out and confronted his father; both decided it best for them to seperate ways. They grew distant, and eventually out of touch. Years passed, and Victor continued to dedicate his life to hunting the wicked and devious. His targets were primarily acolytes - people that seemed like any other on the outside, but dark and grueling on the inside.
Without the surveillance of his father, Victor reverted to his usual ways. He used his occupation as a hunter to gain a reputation and the reward money to become one of the upper-middle class socialites of St Alves. Soon, his job was offset by partying and prostitutes. He found himself entrenched in the subtleties of blackmail and gossip - anyone who was rich and famous enough would inevitably find themselves elbowing with all the other high-culture personalities of the city. Luckily for Victor, the fact he specialised in hunting down acolytes near the area meant he knew whose uncle practiced necromancy for 3 months in the wine cellar, or which manager was busy performing blood rites to try and coerce his employees into working for lower wages.
After a particularly rough day at work, Victor realised he was being followed by a grubby little urchin. Abigail Harlow. A girl that, at first, was nothing more than a set of eyes and ears that people would rather ignore than show sympathy towards. Victor saw the opportunity; with this girl under his charge, he could continue to dig up dirt and find leads for future missions with more time to indulge himself in the city. It was surprising that someone who Victor saw as nothing more than bait turned into a valuable asset, and eventually well looked-after friend. As the girl carried out task after task to allow Victor to succeed in his hunts, he realised her desire to be more useful than just a face in a crowd. His age and experience allowing him to begin mentoring her as soon as it was fit.
Gemstone:Yellow tourmaline
Name: Brooks Lockwood
Species: Homo Sapien (Human)
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Height: 6’’0
Weight: 250 lbs
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.
For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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:
Brooks’ first recorded history was with the manhunters. It was unclear whether he actually liked working with them or just had no other place to go. The only thing that was certain was that he knew how to get the job done. Management took an interest in Brooks rather early on; his ‘no-questions-asked’ attitude and efficiency was obviously to their liking. After his first five years Brooks was offered a leadership role within the manhunters commanding his own small crew, and he wasn’t rejecting it anytime soon. With nowhere else to be and an income of decent pay depending on the job, it seemed good.
Brooks spent the following years as a brutal yet fair captain, building himself a reputation in all corners his line of work brought him into contact with. As time passed Brooks began to grow tired and wary of the increasing amounts of bureaucracy he had to deal with. Nearing his tenth anniversary with the manhunters Brooks was finally fed up of the constant political bickering the faction involved itself in, the restraints on how one was allowed to operate, and general high-horse attitude his equally-ranked coworkers were showing. He obviously couldn’t leave on a whim; he had grown quite used to the increased source of income. However, when he heard about the salary that the GAHL were offering Brooks made up his mind fairly quickly. From hunting men to hunting beasts. There were times where it felt easier, only to be reminded that tracking down a 15ft camouflaged monster on its home turf wasn’t exactly as easy as hunting down a gambler neck-deep in debts in a space-station. It definitely brought in more than enough pay for a man as self-sufficient as him, so there weren’t any complaints.
Abigails introduction into Brooks’ life was more-so her doing then his own. Two years into working with the GAHL, after the completion of an extermination contract on Telmurak, the young girl was found hiding in the storage room, crammed between crates. The kid pleaded her case, and the crew decided to allow her menial work maintaining the hygiene of the ship.
However, something about Abigail just clicked right with Brooks. The two of them got along really well; they learnt each other’s strengths and weaknesses. For some reason the other crewmates didn’t seem to know where the girl’s strengths lay. It only took a few weeks of watching Abigail fail during her training for Brooks to intervene, tell everyone they were doing it wrong, and take the girl under his wing. They’ve been working together ever since.
Weapons/Supplies:
- MARK II Babylon Dropsuit: Incredibly heavy and restricting armor. The suit, one that already requires intense physical endurance and stamina to wear, needs to be constantly kept charged to allow the heavy frame-work to properly function. Even the strongest man will find himself constricted in the armor if it’s energy drops below critical levels. The size of the armor restricts the user's accuracy but the power-assisted exoskeleton allows the user to carry heavy caliber personal weapons. Additionally, the design allows the wearer to withstand concentrated small arms fire and protect the wearer from the concussive, thermal, and impact forces of low-grade explosives. Primarily used for drop-troops, the armor can protect the wearer from significant changes in air pressure and allow them to fall long distances.
- 20mm cannon: A basic 20mm cannon firing explosive rounds. Used by Brooks in the assist of taking down large monsters. The canon is long and heavy, otherwise usually found attached to vehicles, Brooks’ suit allows him to wield it hand-held, albeit slowing him down massively.
- Plasma Crossbow: A massive plasma crossbow, requires to be unfolded and positioned appropriately for use. The crossbow can fire different rounds, including piercing plasma bolts, a grappling hook/zipwire bolt, and titanium-wire net shots. Lighter than the cannon, but still cumbersome and requires more time to aim, load and fire.
- Chainsword: A two-handed weapon that doesn’t need the power armour to carry. Suitably bloodstained and easy to repair, this gory melee weapon has become Brooks’ steadfast and loyal companion throughout the years.
- Light Armour: The armour Brooks wears within the suit. Obviously doesn’t offer as much protection as his power armour, but still practical and lightweight for easy manoeuvrability.
Heya, I'm the friend @Stitches mentioned she'd be joining with!
Obviously let me know if you require me to make any altercations with my C.S.
P.S. Spoke to @ROADWARRIORabout making the manhunters apart of my character as well.
Name: Brooks Lockwood
Species: Homo Sapien (Human)
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Height: 6’’0
Weight: 250 lbs
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.
For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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:
Brooks’ first recorded history was with the manhunters. It was unclear whether he actually liked working with them or just had no other place to go. The only thing that was certain was that he knew how to get the job done. Management took an interest in Brooks rather early on; his ‘no-questions-asked’ attitude and efficiency was obviously to their liking. After his first five years Brooks was offered a leadership role within the manhunters commanding his own small crew, and he wasn’t rejecting it anytime soon. With nowhere else to be and an income of decent pay depending on the job, it seemed good.
Brooks spent the following years as a brutal yet fair captain, building himself a reputation in all corners his line of work brought him into contact with. As time passed Brooks began to grow tired and wary of the increasing amounts of bureaucracy he had to deal with. Nearing his tenth anniversary with the manhunters Brooks was finally fed up of the constant political bickering the faction involved itself in, the restraints on how one was allowed to operate, and general high-horse attitude his equally-ranked coworkers were showing. He obviously couldn’t leave on a whim; he had grown quite used to the increased source of income. However, when he heard about the salary that the GAHL were offering Brooks made up his mind fairly quickly. From hunting men to hunting beasts. There were times where it felt easier, only to be reminded that tracking down a 15ft camouflaged monster on its home turf wasn’t exactly as easy as hunting down a gambler neck-deep in debts in a space-station. It definitely brought in more than enough pay for a man as self-sufficient as him, so there weren’t any complaints.
Abigails introduction into Brooks’ life was more-so her doing then his own. Two years into working with the GAHL, after the completion of an extermination contract on Telmurak, the young girl was found hiding in the storage room, crammed between crates. The kid pleaded her case, and the crew decided to allow her menial work maintaining the hygiene of the ship.
However, something about Abigail just clicked right with Brooks. The two of them got along really well; they learnt each other’s strengths and weaknesses. For some reason the other crewmates didn’t seem to know where the girl’s strengths lay. It only took a few weeks of watching Abigail fail during her training for Brooks to intervene, tell everyone they were doing it wrong, and take the girl under his wing. They’ve been working together ever since.
Weapons/Supplies:
- MARK II Babylon Dropsuit: Incredibly heavy and restricting armor. The suit, one that already requires intense physical endurance and stamina to wear, needs to be constantly kept charged to allow the heavy frame-work to properly function. Even the strongest man will find himself constricted in the armor if it’s energy drops below critical levels. The size of the armor restricts the user's accuracy but the power-assisted exoskeleton allows the user to carry heavy caliber personal weapons. Additionally, the design allows the wearer to withstand concentrated small arms fire and protect the wearer from the concussive, thermal, and impact forces of low-grade explosives. Primarily used for drop-troops, the armor can protect the wearer from significant changes in air pressure and allow them to fall long distances.
- 20mm cannon: A basic 20mm cannon firing explosive rounds. Used by Brooks in the assist of taking down large monsters. The canon is long and heavy, otherwise usually found attached to vehicles, Brooks’ suit allows him to wield it hand-held, albeit slowing him down massively.
- Plasma Crossbow: A massive plasma crossbow, requires to be unfolded and positioned appropriately for use. The crossbow can fire different rounds, including piercing plasma bolts, a grappling hook/zipwire bolt, and titanium-wire net shots. Lighter than the cannon, but still cumbersome and requires more time to aim, load and fire.
- Chainsword: A two-handed weapon that doesn’t need the power armour to carry. Suitably bloodstained and easy to repair, this gory melee weapon has become Brooks’ steadfast and loyal companion throughout the years.
- Light Armour: The armour Brooks wears within the suit. Obviously doesn’t offer as much protection as his power armour, but still practical and lightweight for easy manoeuvrability.
Obviously let me know if you require me to make any altercations with my C.S.
P.S. Spoke to @ROADWARRIORabout making the manhunters apart of my character as well.
Name: Brooks Lockwood
Species: Homo Sapien (Human)
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Height: 6’’0
Weight: 250 lbs
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.
For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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:
Brooks’ first recorded history was with the manhunters. It was unclear whether he actually liked working with them or just had no other place to go. The only thing that was certain was that he knew how to get the job done. Management took an interest in Brooks rather early on; his ‘no-questions-asked’ attitude and efficiency was obviously to their liking. After his first five years Brooks was offered a leadership role within the manhunters commanding his own small crew, and he wasn’t rejecting it anytime soon. With nowhere else to be and an income of decent pay depending on the job, it seemed good.
Brooks spent the following years as a brutal yet fair captain, building himself a reputation in all corners his line of work brought him into contact with. As time passed Brooks began to grow tired and wary of the increasing amounts of bureaucracy he had to deal with. Nearing his tenth anniversary with the manhunters Brooks was finally fed up of the constant political bickering the faction involved itself in, the restraints on how one was allowed to operate, and general high-horse attitude his equally-ranked coworkers were showing. He obviously couldn’t leave on a whim; he had grown quite used to the increased source of income. However, when he heard about the salary that the GAHL were offering Brooks made up his mind fairly quickly. From hunting men to hunting beasts. There were times where it felt easier, only to be reminded that tracking down a 15ft camouflaged monster on its home turf wasn’t exactly as easy as hunting down a gambler neck-deep in debts in a space-station. It definitely brought in more than enough pay for a man as self-sufficient as him, so there weren’t any complaints.
Abigails introduction into Brooks’ life was more-so her doing then his own. Two years into working with the GAHL, after the completion of an extermination contract on Telmurak, the young girl was found hiding in the storage room, crammed between crates. The kid pleaded her case, and the crew decided to allow her menial work maintaining the hygiene of the ship.
However, something about Abigail just clicked right with Brooks. The two of them got along really well; they learnt each other’s strengths and weaknesses. For some reason the other crewmates didn’t seem to know where the girl’s strengths lay. It only took a few weeks of watching Abigail fail during her training for Brooks to intervene, tell everyone they were doing it wrong, and take the girl under his wing. They’ve been working together ever since.
Weapons/Supplies:
- MARK II Babylon Dropsuit: Incredibly heavy and restricting armor. The suit, one that already requires intense physical endurance and stamina to wear, needs to be constantly kept charged to allow the heavy frame-work to properly function. Even the strongest man will find himself constricted in the armor if it’s energy drops below critical levels. The size of the armor restricts the user's accuracy but the power-assisted exoskeleton allows the user to carry heavy caliber personal weapons. Additionally, the design allows the wearer to withstand concentrated small arms fire and protect the wearer from the concussive, thermal, and impact forces of low-grade explosives. Primarily used for drop-troops, the armor can protect the wearer from significant changes in air pressure and allow them to fall long distances.
- 20mm cannon: A basic 20mm cannon firing explosive rounds. Used by Brooks in the assist of taking down large monsters. The canon is long and heavy, otherwise usually found attached to vehicles, Brooks’ suit allows him to wield it hand-held, albeit slowing him down massively.
- Plasma Crossbow: A massive plasma crossbow, requires to be unfolded and positioned appropriately for use. The crossbow can fire different rounds, including piercing plasma bolts, a grappling hook/zipwire bolt, and titanium-wire net shots. Lighter than the cannon, but still cumbersome and requires more time to aim, load and fire.
- Chainsword: A two-handed weapon that doesn’t need the power armour to carry. Suitably bloodstained and easy to repair, this gory melee weapon has become Brooks’ steadfast and loyal companion throughout the years.
- Light Armour: The armour Brooks wears within the suit. Obviously doesn’t offer as much protection as his power armour, but still practical and lightweight for easy manoeuvrability.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Full Name: Brooks Lockwood
Nicknames/Aliases:
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
SCION Team/Rank: Senior Member of Thunder Moon
Description:
Brooks stands at around 5’10 with a stocky figure and a rotund belly. His hair is a darkish brown, but the roots are starting to shine silver with age. His face is lined with age and darkened with a layer of grime and dirt; from behind his dark, bushy brows Brooks’ brown eyes are usually squinted against the harsh sunlight, and a short greying beard does little to hide the habitual scowl on his face. His calloused palms and stubby nails are the hands of a labourer. He has a scattering of scars and marks on his body that he has accumulated throughout his working life.
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.
For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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 smartest through books but he has a lot of wisdom to dispense if needed.
For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still 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 smartest through books but he has a lot of wisdom to dispense if needed.
Skills:
Endurance: Brooks may not be the strongest nor the fastest, but he can certainly take a punch. He can fight for very long periods of time and his transformations, even though they take as long as everyone else’s, tend to be less taxing on his body.
Experienced: After 10 years of SCION work and decades of beating people up for money, Brooks has learnt how to keep calm under pressure, read a situation and offer his two cents when necessary.
Experienced: After 10 years of SCION work and decades of beating people up for money, Brooks has learnt how to keep calm under pressure, read a situation and offer his two cents when necessary.
Weaknesses:
No Filter: Brooks is quick to anger and even quicker to speak his mind. He’s a generally dislikeable person and doesn’t get along well with other people as a result...which isn’t the best quality to have as a werewolf.
Technologically inept: Brooks can barely handle his smartphone and that’s about it. All the advanced, high-tech machinery that SCION has access to continues to baffle and annoy him. He tends to keep his distance from the world of technology and trusts in SCION’s researchers to tell him what to do.
Technologically inept: Brooks can barely handle his smartphone and that’s about it. All the advanced, high-tech machinery that SCION has access to continues to baffle and annoy him. He tends to keep his distance from the world of technology and trusts in SCION’s researchers to tell him what to do.
Brief History:
Brooks Lockwood got his name on the register when he was bitten aged twenty-five. Before then, he was just a shitty accountant working in downtown Boston; the supernatural strength and speed that came with his ‘dog bite’ allowed him to shift into less-than-legal debt collections, hired by people who either didn’t posses the strength or time for the effort themselves. He also took on a smattering of jobs as a bouncer for nightclubs and bars but couldn’t keep a proper job down due to taking sick leave every month, on the month - no exceptions.
As the years passed, Brooks built himself a reputation. His track record of successful (albeit legally questionable) jobs were enough to dissuade the rumours about his lycanthropy. However, just as things were starting to look up for Brooks now that he had a stable income and a good use for his skills, fate threw a curveball. Margery Harlow, a young seamstress in Boston, was one of Brooks’ many clientele from his early days. She couldn’t pay well but made up for it by keeping in touch with the man and finding the time to send gifts and new clothes - especially useful given the number of shirts he ripped by transforming. A few months into his new line of work, Margery sent a rather cryptic note saying she knows about his ‘condition’ and that they should meet up in person, as soon as possible.
Now, Margery was hardly a werewolf expert but as one of the few experienced witches in the scummier parts of Boston she knew that having an untrained bitten werewolf playing debt collector was a recipe for disaster. She couldn’t teach him much when it came to controlling his transformations, but she could drug him up with enough elixirs to make him almost harmless and slowly work with him to control himself. That’s how things were for a long time - Brooks kept to his job, hardly transforming unless it was a life-or-death situation (and, in most cases, it wasn’t) and then taking a week or so each month to visit the witch of Boston and work on his lycanthropy. He didn’t like her sleazy conman of a boyfriend, and especially didn’t like him when he vanished and left Margery pregnant. Brooks was 29 when Abigail was born.
Brooks was 37 when Margery’s letters started to include more and more about an ongoing illness that has been persisting after the birth of her daughter. Desperate, alone and dying, Margery practically begged Brooks to look after her child if anything should happen to her. Brooks decided he owed her that much and, no more than a year later, he went to her funeral. All of a sudden he found himself face-to-face with a little 8 year old who he’s witnessed first-hand casting all sorts of jinxes and spells just for shits and giggles, unaware of the severity of her actions.
Brooks’ job could just about get him by, but children were expensive. He needed a stable income and a proper job, but given his ferocity as a werewolf he didn’t trust himself in a bank job. Luckily he didn’t have to look for long - SCION found him pretty quickly based on his reputation and he signed up 10 years ago at it’s creation. The two of them moved to a small town somewhat close to HQ, to an isolated cottage in the woods where Abigail could get an education from the local school and practice her spells to her heart’s content - somewhere with a basement and easy access to hunting gear and bear traps just in case Brooks’ transformations went awry. He wasn’t the strongest wolf in SCION, but he was one of the more aggressive ones and definitely the oldest. He watched SCION members come and go. He’s been called out to more missions than he can count. He never took team leader position because he didn’t work too well with others, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get enough experience to do it if he wanted to.
When Abigail joined SCION a year ago, there was a slight change in the way Brooks behaved during missions - he went more on the defensive and seemed a bit more interested in self-preservation than he was before. The two of them antagonise each other in the HQ in a friendly father-daughter way.
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