Rex
Sparks was a regular kid, son of a Labrador
mother and a bull father. He grew up in the family home in the Bronx, went to school locally and then moved on into
college, just like most of the other kids he grew up with.
He was an
above-average student, but not quite honour-roll material – getting by with about
average grades, except in math which he never was any good at. He played
football for his highschool team, where he excelled as a quarterback. During
his three years at college, he studied French and English literature with a
major in Criminal Justice, as an area of personal interest. He spent a little
time in a small band, which never really went anywhere serious and they were
content with that. Like most of his peers he drank a bit, and did his fair
share of pot, but generally, he was a dedicated student, with a strong
work-ethic, and good at studying in a way that constantly irked his dorm-mates.
It
was also at that time that he fell in love with his college sweetheart, a bunny
in his French class called Rebecca. They started going out, spending time
together and soon fell deeply in love. After graduation they decided to marry,
bought a house in Queens and settled down to
raise a family. Before long, Rebecca fell pregnant and they soon had two sons, who
over the next ten years grew to deeply love their parents as they themselves
were adored.
But this fairytale lifestyle would eventually come to a sudden, tragic
end. One night as they were asleep, the house was broken into. Noone recorded
whether the intruder was drunk, high or just mentally unstable, but he happened
to break in through the children’s bedroom window. In a moment of panic that he
might be discovered he shot the two boys as they slept. Rex woke at the sound
of the gunshots, racing in to find his eldest son dead, only to have the
youngest slip away in his arms. In a fit of grief and rage, he shot the burglar
dead.
Rex spent the next couple of years in severe depression, which only
deepened when his wife committed suicide a couple of months after the death of
their sons. Then one day, he found an opening in the NYPD, and hasn’t looked
back since. He now spends his days protecting the citizens around him, from busting
muggers to helping out tourists.
He was also involved in protecting the
citizens of New York during and immediately after the events of 9/11, even
receiving the NYPD Medal of Honour for his actions. He was sent to the South
tower to aid in the evacuation, and was just about to leave the building when
it fell. Remarkably, when he was found the next day, the worst injury he had
was a concussion from falling masonry.
Rex always strives to do the best job
he can, even if getting the job done means bending a rule or two – He believes
that the end can, occasionally, justify the means without compromising his
overall moral code. He loves children dearly, and goes out of his way to
protect them against any harm, but the night he lost his family has made him terribly insecure
in his ability as a father.
However, things did eventually start to look up for the canine. One day when he was sitting in an old-timey restaurant-bar called "The Black Moon Inn" enjying his morning cup of coffee, he met the new love of his
life, a bunny by the name of Conny. They were married, and now have had four
children together, two girls and two boys, who have now grown and moved out to
find a life of their own, leaving Rex and Conny to live in the house Rex built
himself. He and his mate live in New York with their pets, two dogs named Pilot and George, a chipmunk named Scooter and a black squirrel who has yet to pick up a name, both of whom have adopted the pair and become quite tame. In recent weeks, the canine also helped rescue a Cougar that wandered into his front yard, and Conny is now using her hold over him in an attempt to get him to adopt that too! He has also recently deputized one of the local residents on his particular patch to help him keep an eye on things whenever he and the rest of the department afe off duty.
