BRESLIN, Kyle Francis

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[atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Kyle Francis Breslin

[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Kyle Francis Breslin, but you can call me Kyle. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty nine years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a male. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a human, but you can keep that a secret for now.

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personality

[/size][/right]First off, I don't like vampires, I have a history with them from before they "came out of the coffin". Now I'm not saying I hate all vampires, I'm sure there could be a nice one out there, I just haven't met them. You see the first vampires I met ruined my life. I eventually got it back... mostly. You see I'm a cop who handles vampire crimes, so its my job to be suspicious of them. I do like the fact that they "came out", it makes holding them accountable for their actions easier. For the most part though I do think vampires are a lying, secretive bunch who just sees human as cattle. Well I'm here to tell them that view point better change, because police forces around the U.S. are being armed with the latest in vampire apprehension technology. So we can and will arrest you.

Back in the day I used to work Vice, before Homicide, and obviously before my transfer to the V.A.B., thats the Vampire Affairs Bureau, the latest department in police forces. Anyways back to Vice, thats where I learned how dangerous junkies can be and let me tell you the average junkie pales in comparison to V junkies. Since V is vampire blood it falls under the jurisdiction of V.A.B., so does the act of arresting Drainers. Lets just say I might not hate vampires, but I do hate those that would have anything to do with V.

Now by now I must sound like a stereotypical jaded cop, but there are things in life I do enjoy. One of those biggest things is living! I've been close to death, let me tell you those that seek it out are morons. I also like the finer things in life, at least those I can afford on a cops salary. Look don't tell anyone but those in V.A.B. make more than other cops. Now this is going to sound cliche, but I have developed a fondness for Johnnie Walker Blue, I know a cop who drinks. Just because I drink doesn't mean I have a drinking problem, and I would never drink while on duty.

I also like beautiful women, but I'm self conscious about my scars, more about those later. Its because of them I find it hard to let anyone close, physically speaking. Although I guess I also don't let anyone close emotionally either, its the job I guess. I may not always like my job, but its worth doing, some has to try to keep criminals in line. No matter what species they belong to.

I've also begun to suspect recently, after seeing some stuff on the job, that vampires are not the only supernatural creatures out there. I've kept this suspicion to my self thus far, since I'd hate to wind up in another psychiatric facility, don't worry I'll get into that too.

history

[/size][/right]Now my history is pretty basic I think. I was born and raised in L.A., so yeah I'm from California, that means I'm cooler than you and wear sunglasses all the time. And since I'm a cop I take them off at dramatic times. Just kidding of course. I had a normal childhood, all cartoons and comic books. I did pretty well in school even though I hated it, it was Catholic school all the way through high school. On the downside I've had enough church for two lifetimes, on the upside, Catholic girls are easy. But lets move on shall we.

When I turned eighteen I applied for the police academy, I always wanted to be a policeman growing up. As a beat cop I was attached to Vice, so I busted a lot of druggies and prostitutes. I took the detectives exam as soon as I could, being an officer just wasn't enough for me, I wanted more responsibility. I passed my first time taking the test and transfered to Homicide shortly there after. I did good in Homicide for years, that is until the Amber Lynn Carpenter case.

Now Amber was a young teenage girl, she was found murdered on her eighteenth birthday. She was killed while out partying with some friends, they reported that she just disappeared from the club that they were at. She was found the next day in the dumpster in the alley out back, someone just threw her away like she was trash. There were weird things about her case, the cause of death was exsanguination, there were bite marks too. The press jumped all over that, dubbed the killer the Vampire Killer, they were Johnny on the spot with that one. Lets make a long story short, remembering this case isn't all that pleasant for me. Through some great detective work, if I do say so myself, I found the killer.

To my surprise it turned out that killer was a woman, that didn't fit any of the profiles we were working with. When I began to question her about Amber, she openly admitted to being the murder. I did my job next, I tried to arrest her, big mistake. See she was a vampire, strong and fast and not alone. Her and her friends beat me up pretty bad, then they held me down and began tearing at the flesh of my torso, thats what left the scars. After carving me up a little they all began to feed on me, thats when she appeared. She was a vampire I think, I know, because she moved like them. She wrestled them off me I think, thats part is hazy, the pain and blood loss I guess. Next thing I felt wind, I was moving, fast. She dumped me outside an E.R., told me I'd survive, and then she was gone. I don't know why she saved me, I still dream about her though.

Well what happened next was the beginning of that whole ruining my life thing. When I recovered enough to answer questions no one believed me, about any of it. Thats when I started to sound crazy I guess, the city let me go with a medical discharge and tucked me away in a psychiatric facility. Then they proceeded to dragged my name through the mud after that, saying I snapped under the pressure, that is was my fault Amber's case went unsolved, that sort of thing. That hurt, especially the part where I got blamed for Amber's case going unsolved. I spent a full year in the nut house, before vampires went public. Boy was there some egg on some peoples faces, I got out of the nut house and promptly sued the city. I won, got a nice little settlement out of the deal, how much is none of your business.

Another part of the settlement was that I got my job and shield back. First thing I did was track down that vampire who killed Amber and tried to arrest her, she didn't survive. What... she resisted with lethal force, so thats how we responded. Amber finally got justice, her family even thanked me, but it didn't change the fact that Amber was still gone. I served with the L.A. V.A.B. since its start, recently the Brass finally decided to get rid of me, I wonder why?

Thats why I am here in Jamerson Falls, I'm here to help their V.A.B., the guy with the experience. To be honest I was glad for the transfer, to many bad memories back in L.A. I'm looking forward to a new start, in a new city. Lets see how things go, huh.
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role play sample

[/size][/right]Brodir was doing what he often did after sunset, staring at his closet deciding what to wear. Not that he is obsessed with fashion or anything, he just still isn't sure what is appropriate these days. "I need a personal shopper", he mutters to himself. He finally decides on a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a white undershirt and a purple dress shirt. As always he tops it off with his leather jacket, as it seems to be expected. He pulls on his boots and decides tonight is the night he explores Jamerson Falls.

He has only been in town for two weeks, so it is time to see what this town has to offer. First off he notices that the streets are not as clogged as the New York streets he was accustomed to, to be honest it is a welcome relief to him. Brodir walks for a while, not really keeping track of the time. A sign for a cafe catches his eye, and since it is still open he thinks its reasonable to assume they serve TruBlood.

Brodir enters the cafe and heads straight for the counter bypassing someone who looks like they are still making up their mind. A bonus of being a vampire is that it narrows your choice of beverage. The young woman at the counter asks, "What can I get you tonight?". Brodir quietly responds, "I'll have an O Negative TruBlood". He puts a hundred dollar bill on the counter and says "keep the change". He then quickly walks to the order pick-up area to avoid any unwanted gawking from the young woman. After he receives his order, and a curious look from the cafe employee, he heads for a booth away from others.

Brodir opens his bottled blood and takes a drink. It tastes like mud to him, but he finds the O Negative is at least a smooth mud.
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