Brett Sanders
Character Bio
Name
Brett Sanders
Player
arkhos
Vampire or doll
Doll
Age
25
Claimed
None
Orientation
Straight
Hair
Black
Eyes
Hazel
Height
6'1"
Appearance
Brett is a tall, well-built male who stands just over six feet tall with a strong, lean frame. He wears his coal-black hair long and often unruly, and shaves once a week if he's lucky – and if he remembers to.
Brett usually dresses plainly and practically: jeans and t-shirts of various musicians and bands make up the bulk of his wardrobe, an occasional sweatshirt or hoodie being pulled out on days that are cool enough to warrant it. Hiking boots adorn his feet most of the time except when he's drumming, at which point he he wears skin-tight footwear designed for grip and functionality.
Brett has a few tattoos on his body, mostly on his arms and shoulders. His favorite is the famed 'Starman' logo, a man facing away, standing before a pentagram, in honor of his favorite band.
Personality
Brett is a fairly quiet person, keeping to himself and rarely looking for trouble. He avoids run-ins with the law when he can, and doesn't dabble in drugs or excessive drinking. He's not afraid to party, but avoids getting drunk for reasons explained below. A little weed might be one thing, but he doesn't touch anything harder, and he -never- does anything offered to him by a stranger.
Brett enjoys music – which is his life. He loves most genres (sorry, no rap, no country), and his MP3 player is filled with an eclectic mix that most would find pretty weird. He can play many different instruments at moderate level, including lead guitar, bass guitar, and even some keyboards, but his true love is the drum set.
Brett is an excellent drummer, having started with a small four-piece back when he was eleven years old. Since then he has upgraded quite a bit, and has always fantasized about playing in a band one day. He can sing passably, play guitar passably, and even play keyboards passably. But he is a skilled drummer beyond a doubt.
Brett's idol is Neal Peart, of the band 'Rush', who he believes to be the greatest drummer of all-time. He even has a tattoo dedicated to the band, and this is the level of skill he's always aspired to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fADeOpIhHIk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6mZIYBn_j4
Brett doesn't 'work-out' like a normal person. His 'work outs' are usually 2-3 hour drum sessions, and at the end of these he is covered in sweat, exhausted, and every bit as worn-out as someone who spends the same amount of time in a gym. He'll do a few dozen push-ups each day, a few pull-ups on the door-bar in his apartment, and a gaggle of sit-ups each night before bed, but that's as close to a 'regular' workout he gets.
Ons & Offs
Ons: Talking dirty, hair-pulling, light bondage, possessiveness (both ways), oral (giving and receiving), rough sex, switching positions with his partner (top/bottom), sex/foreplay in risky places, the risk of getting caught.
Offs: Men (sexually), toilet-play, excessive alcohol/drugs, avoids women who are obviously under the influence.
History
Brett Sanders was born in Los Angeles, California, in 1988. His parents were both drug-addicted nobodies, living off welfare and crime. It was a miracle Brett wasn't damaged before birth, and it was an even bigger miracle that his mother went into labor during her and her husband's attempt at robbing a 7-11. Not surprisingly, 'dad' panicked and fled as the 7-11 cashier called the cops. 'Mom' was rushed to the hospital where Brett was born – and subsequently put into child services.
Brett spent the first ten years of his life drifting from one foster home to another, never really fitting in, never really hitting it off with his foster family. With each new home he was put in, the walls erected around him seemed to grow higher.
Then the unthinkable happened – just before his eleventh birthday, he found a family – a /real/ family, and life suddenly seemed to be giving back some of the good karma that it owed the kid over the past ten years. Mr. and Mrs. David Clark were kind, gentle, and most of all patient. Within a few months, Brett's walls were gone. Within a year, he felt like he was truly apart of a family, and life was grand.
Just after Brett turned 18, his mother and father supported him in his dream. Brett was a musician all through his teen years, and his parents supported him and his choice of favorite instrument – the drums. But even more than that, Brett was a fan of music, and he had always wanted to open his own record store. After graduating from high school with a 3.6 GPA, as promised his parents signed all the documents and even loaned him some money to open his own shop.
Life was great, and with Brett's knowledge of music plus his savvy with computers and tech, his shop was modern, up to date, and well-equipped. He carried music that was popular, mainstream, but also had sections for music with smaller followings. CDs, LPs, videos, instruments, clothing – anything music-related. And, of course, he could -get- just about anything a customer could want as he developed a large number of sources from around the world.
But, as is sometimes the case in fairy-tales, the ending wasn't so sweet.
His parents were helping him one night after hours, conducting inventory of the shop as he did every six months. It was late and they were almost done when they were attacked. But, it wasn't just -any- random attack.
The man responsible forced the door open, destroying the lock with ease. Brett's father was the first to react – and hence, the first to die, as the invader simply snapped his neck with his bare hands, then tossed him twenty feet through the air as if his father were a doll.
Brett's mother screamed, but Brett was already moving, heading to the guy with a baseball bat in hand. He swung mightily and connected against the invader's back – and the wood shattered like so much kindling. The invader raised a hand quicker than a man normally could and grabbed Brett by the neck. It was the only good look Brett was able to get of the attacker, the man's wicked eyes, short dark hair, a small scar across his forehead, and his... fangs. The man had /fangs/.
Brett has hurled through the air, like his father, and impacted a wall hard, falling to the ground with several broken bones. Unable to move, barely able to breathe, he was not able to stop what happened next.
The vampire advanced on Brett's mother – raped her – then /fed/ on her. The man literally sank his fangs into his mother's neck, and it wasn't long before his mother stopped moving altogether as the creature drained her.
Then, calmly, the vampire left out the door through which he had come.
After a brief stint in the hospital, Brett was released. He collected his parents' life insurance, then he sold everything. Their house. Their cars. His music store. Everything.
That was six years ago. Brett used the money to search for his parent's killer, since the police couldn't come up with anything. After working to find leads – any sort of lead – that would guide him on the right path, eventually he was able to make his way to La Jara, and once there, the truth was discovered. See, it wasn't really all that hard, one he knew what he was -looking- for. Once he believed Vampires existed, it was much easier to find his way. So many people don't believe Vampires exist, and that disbelief was the Vampire's greatest strength.
Brett eventually learned of a 'hangout' where 'questionable' things happened, including people who 'thought' they were vampires. The club was called 'Immortal', and most people would think little of it. The iron, however, was not lost on Brett.
Brett visited the club, and right away knew something was different about -this- particular club. In time, he got to know a few employees, and after a bit more time, Brett confirmed his suspicions – vampires congregated there.
He spent the next few months using some of his cash to open a new music store, not far from the club, of course, and began to enact his plan: he would become friends with the servants of these vampires – even befriending vampires – all with the goal of locating the -one- who had killed his family. He realized he was out of his league strength-wise, and figured in time, he might even get some -help-.
The vampire who killed his mother and father would pay, that was inevitable. But he wasn't so close-minded that he hated them all. There was only -one- in particular that he reserved that special emotion for, and he would do almost anything to find him.
