Brooker is a vampire; in other words, he drinks blood for fun.
He was born under the fool moon in a secluded cave in the Transylvaian forest.
He moved to America in the guise of a wax vampire "Vlad" for the local wax museum in Hollywood, and excaped in the heavy rainstorm sometime summer 1997.
He was drenched and exhausted when he arrived in Washington hitch-hiking, leaving a long trail of bodies behind him. Because he had so much rain and fun then, he is addictied to rain. No surprise.
Ever since residenst have been missing in unusual numbers. They all bore canine fang marks in their necks -- directly sunk into the arteries.
His musical talent all owes to the magical powers of the bloody beverage he enjoys somewhat like the phantom.
I have seen the glare in his eyes; thank god it was on-line !
He likes pretty women for his nightly snacks; all female forum members beware !
But when in shortage, there's no knowing whom he will strike next !
If you are walking alone in heavy rain, always have your neck wrapped in fortified plastic neck supports, and don't talk to strangers or forum acquaintances you've never met. It could be him !
He is allergic to cat fur; try wrapping one around if you can.
He is extremely handsome and slick, until the fangs so sweetly sinks ! :20: