Beauregard G. Brooks, Esq

Name: Beauregard G. Brooks, Esq. aka "BG"

Height: 5'8

Weight: 240 lbs

Age: ''60

Origin
Born to a wealthy banker who, in turn, was the son of a wealthy tobacco farmer, Beau wanted for nothing as a child. He received a private education at his family's estate in Charlotte, North Carolina until he reached university age and relocated to Boston to attend Harvard. At Harvard, he excelled both in academics and extracurricular activities. He became captain of the fencing team his first year at university and was accepted early to the school of law.

After graduating with top honors, Beau returned to Charlotte where he quickly established himself as a ruthless litigator and zealous advocate. Much to the embarrassment of his family, he also became known as carouser, philanderer, and occasional brawler. The success of his legal practice secured his social status despite having a poor reputation among the southern gentry. Everything in Beau's life moved quickly, even his youth. At 40, he was diagnosed with a toxic liver. At 45, he had his first heart attack. He eventually became too sick to work and his dwindling fortune threatened to run short of his needs.

The second heart attack killed him. For a moment there was pain. Then darkness. Then light. Beau looked down at his own body and wondered how his life ended up this way. So much wasted potential. He tried to remember the good things he did in life but found himself searching much harder for a memory than a man should have to search. At that moment he prayed for the first time since his youth. He prayed for a second chance. He promised to use his skills to help people and follow the word of God in all things. Darkness again. Beau awoke in his bed. The pain was gone; it was replaced with something else. A warm, soft hum vibrated in his chest. He felt like a new man.

And so he became a new man. He closed his practice and donated the remainder of his money to the Church. Beau traveled the country offering his services to good people and good causes. Eventually, he discovered that God had taken a liking to him. Sometimes his prayers were answered. Not in a figurative sense, but in a real-life honest-to-goodness miracle sense.

The blessing was not free of burden. As Beau discovered his purpose the things that hunt at night discovered Beau. Apparently the savage and strange American underground didn’t like having a do-gooder calling down miracles and stirring up trouble. Beau made a lot of enemies out west, especially among the flock of a false prophet in the City of Angels, so he slowly made his way back to the east coast.

In New York, he heard about a serial killer working his way through London’s red-light district. After hearing the news, the hum in his chest became louder. It kept him awake at night and on-edge during the day. After three days of no sleep, he booked passage on a ship bound for London. He slept like a babe that night.


 * 1) Why did you travel from your home? The Lord called me east. Beau.png
 * 2) How are you linked to your party mates? I traveled to Europe alone. The people here haven't exactly welcomed me with open arms. 
 * 3) Who or what was your darkest loss? Alienating my family. 
 * 4) Who or what is your brightest love? The Heavenly Father.
 * 5) What has compelled you to answer the call of "The Rippers" (besides the obvious)? I hope to bring light to the dark places. 

Journal Entries


The Lord called me east to London. He must have sent the ship too because the voyage took days instead of weeks. During the passage I was approached by a curious man, dressed as a porter, but with a face I can't remember for the life of me. Was he old? Was he young? Blonde? Bald? It's like my memories slide right over him when I try to focus. What I do recall is that he carried a small wooden box, inside of which was a letter telling me to meet certain men at a hotel in London. When I looked up from reading the letter he was gone. Curious, indeed.

I met the men from the note at the hotel - a doctor, a soldier, and a gypsy. They gypsy has been quiet thus far, but I sense something dangerous in him. What it is, I can't put my finger on. The soldier is a pleasant man. Southern, yes - a gentleman, no. He has a fondness for the drink that reminds me of my younger self. The doctor has a sharp mind...and a sharp tongue. He doesn't seem to like me much despite my efforts. Perhaps that will change in time.

We learned later that night that we are to be Rippers, soldiers dedicated to eradicating the darkness that has taken grip in Europe. We also got our first taste of what that actually means. In the streets of London we encountered a man who was not a man. More accurately, he was both a man and something else - something large, brutish, and dangerous. We answered the call of battle and paid for our victory in blood. The soldier nearly died but, by the grace of the Lord, he was healed.

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Our next destination was Prague and our task was to find an abandoned Ripper stronghold. We found it and I am in awe of its sheer size and complexity. There is a library, a laboratory, a carriage house, a chapel, and many rooms I can't recall. The doctor is too drawn to the laboratory for my tastes...and too drawn to a monstrous innovation called Rippertec. Why would a man want to become a monster? How does changing your body affect your soul? I'm not sure I want to know.

The lodge is like a city. A dead city waiting to be brought back to life. The previous occupants were slain, I am told. Will our fates be the same? How are four men to protect such a place? The answer, I suppose, is that we are not. We must call others to our cause. Others who are willing to risk life, limb, and soul to banish the evil and save the innocents. Will they come?