Brok
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Brok was a male vampire of clan Brujah |
The embodiment of all that the Ventrue have taught their childer to fear in the Brujah, he cuts a massive and imposing figure. Hair cut in a severe military style, with a permanent sneer on his lips he stands 6'3 and weighs 250lbs, none of it wasted on fat. Preferring black leather, chains and spikes, he is every bit as powerful and dangerous as he looks.
Currently the right hand man of the Brujah primogen, Vihn O'Brien, Brok has risen quickly in the Brujah ranks due to his power and unwavering loyalty. Never a leader, he has fallen into his role of head leg breaker for clan Brujah with zeal and has proven himself on many occasions to be worthy of his position.
Growing up in a tough neighborhood in Boston, Brok learned quickly that he had to be the meanest motherfucker on the block in order to survive. By the age of 12 he had shown everyone that he was to be feared by having killed, maimed and/or crippled all of those who had foolishly crossed him. Brok remained mortal until the age of 23, with the largest change to his life being his growing love for brutality and violence. Then, on the evening of his 23rd birthday, he finally met his match.
Never having officially joined a gang or any other organized groups, and not being intelligent enough to lead a gang of his own, Brok had become a low rent hit man, brutally slaughtering targets for whoever paid him. His preferred method was simply beating the victim to death with his bare hands. He was, by far, the most feared man in his neighborhood.
He was supposed to take out a newcomer to the neighborhood who was tossing cash around and threatening to move in on the drug and prostitution market in the area. Brok was to help the locals send a message to anyone else who might think about moving in. It was the one time he would not live to collect his payment.
Later that night, a few hours before sunrise, a Brujah who was looking for a place to bed down for the day crept into an abandoned warehouse and found four bodies that looked as though stumbled into a walking woodchipper. One of the bodies was in better shape than the others (it still retained all of it's limbs) and as the vampire approached, the eyes fluttered, and a low grown escaped the broken mouth.
Brok, a newly turned vampire, was close to torpor from the damage he had suffered. The others, two vampires and a ghoul body guard, were all drained of blood, and horribly mutilated. The newly arrived vampire recognized the dead Kindred as the new Brujah from out of town who was trying to make it big in Boston. He and his pack had run afoul with the local primogen, and there was no one to miss these three. From the apparent carnage, and state of Brok's body, it appeared that Brok was beaten and cut badly by the others who had chained him to a now twisted and broken steel table. It is surmised that he was then turned by the eldest of the two Kindred in an attempt to teach the youth a lesson and to strengthen their numbers.
After Brok's change was completed he snapped, and his frenzy was more than the others had anticipated. He snapped the half inch chains that bound him, rent the table and tore into his captors leaving them bloodless, mangled husks. The newly arrived Brujah, fearing the quickly rising sun, took the barely stable Brok and sheltered him for the day. The next night, he took Brok under his wing and turned the undisciplined childe into one of the Boston Brujah's best.
