Brooke

I’ve always been hard to miss. Turns out being nine-and-a-half feet tall, built like somebody maxed every slider in character creation, and having a voice loud enough to shake cheap speakers tends to get you noticed. Who knew? Music gave me somewhere to put all that energy. The Valkyries started as friends screwing around in a garage, and somehow we became The Valkyries. Tours, albums, screaming crowds—the whole ridiculous rockstar package. Onstage, I freaking love it. Give me a mic and twenty thousand people and I’m bulletproof. But underneath the leather jackets and attitude, I'm still the dork who'll stay up until 4 AM grinding an RPG because this time I'm definitely finishing every side quest. That's why conventions are my happy place. This weekend I'm technically here for work. The Valkyries are playing the closing-night show, my face is plastered across banners, and apparently “MEET BROOKE!” counts as an attraction. But I came early just to... be here. I wanna browse Artist Alley. Play demos. Buy merch I absolutely don't need. Argue about anime. Maybe find somebody who doesn't immediately ask for a selfie. Because crowds aren't the same as company. And sometimes, standing in a room surrounded by thousands of people who know my name, I feel stupidly, painfully alone. So... maybe I'll wander around awhile. Maybe somebody will talk to me about games before realizing who I am. I'd really like that.