Post by phoebe galena monroe on Jun 26, 2012 22:12:50 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME dr. phoebe galena monroe formerly phoebe galena fox born phoebe galena sumner AGE & DOB 28 | NOVEMBER 21 HOMETOWN valkyrie ETHNICITY american LANGUAGES SPOKEN english SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR blonde, but changes EYE COLOR blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'6" | 120 lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS beauty marks on cheek and chin. scar on forearm from childhood injury. |
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"my life has been separated into two books. the first, my life up until i was thirteen years old, and the second book from then on. i've been in the public eye since i was thirteen. it was nothing i did, it was what my father did. for fifteen years, jacob sumner committed serial murders in and around california. he was coined 'the chess piece killer' for placing a chess piece in his victim's hand. he would later tell the police that his goal was to kill thirty two people, the number of pieces on a chess board. the night he was arrested, police found three chess pieces in his pocket - a knight, a rook, and a bishop. at the time, officials didn't know those were the last three. but that night? they were intended for my brother, my sister, and i. our mother had already been killed. police found a queen piece in her hand.
but i suppose you want me to start from the beginning. if i must, i was the middle child to jacob and nina sumner. my mother was from valkyrie, however my father was from ohio. they stayed here because they thought it would be a great place to start a family. after my brother, elliot was born, it was when my father first had the need to commit murder, which he did. a year before i was born, he killed again. police were able to link the two homicides together because both victims were holding a pawn piece from a chess game in their hand. let's just say, the first sixteen all received the pawns, and they murders weren't as violent as the ones after the pawn pieces were used up.
i want to say that we could see that our father was strange from day one, but i can't even say that. he was the guy next door, the neighbor you invited over for some beers, the friend you know you could ask to help. the sick thing was my father was friends with everyone. he was always smiling, always happy, always helped my brother and i when we needed help with homework. i hate to say it, but he started out as a very loving and active father. he was truly one of those people you never would have guessed. we would hear about these unsolved murders, see news reports on them. the murders mostly happened in the california area. our mom was worried, of course, because some of the victims were children. little did we all know.
the chess piece killer was an active for fifteen years. it was a race to catch who it was. no one ever knew when he was going to strike or where. all they had to go on was the pattern in which he was giving out the pieces. they knew there would be thirty two victims if they didn't stop him in time. his downfall happened when there was a witness. someone saw him talking to victim twenty eight, the last person to see her alive. by then, my sister was born, and we saw two detectives come into our house to ask our dad questions, but we had no idea why or what was going on, we were just kids. one detective, william monroe, distracted us kids with a story as his partner was asking our dad questions in the other room. they didn't have enough evidence to arrest him, but william monroe did give me his card saying we shouldn't hesitate to call if we needed him. of course, i didn't know what that meant at the time. but the cops were closing in on dad quick. here, we could tell that he was getting nervous, but again, we had no idea why.
one night though, the air in the house was all wrong. it just didn't feel right. i was sharing a room with my sister at the time and elliot came in and said we needed to hide because something was really wrong in our parents room. we grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and i called william monroe's number. it must have been like... two o'clock in the morning, but i told him we needed help and that something was going on. we heard our mother screaming, and william told us over the phone to stay together and don't go near our father. it... was terrifying. our sister was only three, but even she was feeling anxious. our dad started calling out our names, and it dawned on elliot first before it did on me, dad killed our mother. what felt like five years, finally police came through the door. our father tried to escape, but the police got him down. william was there saying we did a great job. they knew our mother's body was in the upstairs bedroom, but william took us back to the precinct to ask us what had happened the night. we were mourning our mother's death, and then all elliot and i could think was where the hell were we going to go now? we didn't want to get split up. not even the pizza a few detectives order us could awaken our spirits.
that night, we slept at the precinct, only because we begged to william that we didn't want to go with child services. the next few days was a blur. we were interviewed with our side of the story and our father was charged with twenty five counts of first degree murder and three counts of attempted murder, for my brother, sister, and i. william told us that our father had been asking for us, but elliot and i refused. we were embarrassed and ashamed. i'm not quite sure how it happened, i think it was melissa, william's wife that suggested the three of us stay with them and act as foster parents during the trial. elliot and i were witnesses in the trial. chelsea was too young. our dad's attorney tried the insanity plea, but if dad was found guilty, he'd be facing the death penalty. however his attorney was able to get the death penalty off the table in exchange for the location of four victim's bodies that had never been recovered. when el and i were on the stand and the defense was questioning us, he focused more on dad being a good dad, which had been true, but i made sure to say how nervous he became around the house.
it felt like the trial was forever, but we were there everyday of the trial. the jury deliberated for four days. that was the longest four days of my life. finally, the verdict came back and was read: guilty of all charges. the insanity defense did not work. he was sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole. he tried to say goodbye to us there in the court room, but elliot told him to rot in hell for what he did to mom and all those other people. though it was celebratory because he had been put away forever, it was bittersweet for us kids because now that the trial was over, there was no need to stay at the monroes anymore. we had grown so close to them during the months of the trial. melissa was so motherly. she picked up on our favorite foods and who didn't like what. she made sure we had enough blankets at night, and that we got to school on time. that night, william and melissa sat us down and we thought it was to say we had to go to child services the next morning. but, instead, they asked if we would want to stay with them. at that point, they felt like the only family we had. by the next year, they adopted us and we changed our last names from sumner to monroe. eagerly, might i add. it was the last evidence that we were jacob's children. but now, we were william and melissa's children.
of course, we didn't ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after. no, el and i had a lot of our own issues because of what we went through with our father. we did talk to a counselor about it, and throughout high school i talked to someone about my feelings towards jacob. i had some anxiety problems, once or twice a week i would have a panic attack thinking jacob was coming back to finish what he started with my siblings and i. i graduated though, at seventeen and was at valkyrie university that fall. psychology is what i went for, but i knew i was going to be continuing my education after my bachelor's degree. i wanted to become a psychiatrist. i was interested in forensics because i wanted to find answers between mental health and law and possibly figure out what happened with my father, if he did have a disease or something. around this time when i was twenty three, i married my husband, fox. we had known each other since i was thirteen. he was the son of william's partner. we were friends at first, and started dating when i was eighteen.
in my studies, i focused on criminal profiling, reading cases of other serial killer cases. i graduated med school eight years after i started college. i became a part of a clinic because i was still a psychiatrist, and still had patients. i went back to school immediately to gain a child psychiatry certificate, because i wanted to focus on children. children that had been like me. i wrote a book. a memoir, i guess. it was about my siblings and my experiences with living with a serial killer. it did very well. by twenty five, fox and i were fighting. it was a shame, because i know we really loved each other and we knew so much about the other. when he found out about my prescription drug abuse, it had been the last straw for him. i started abusing xanax when i was twenty four. at first, it helped with the panic attacks i still had about jacob and whether i was going to turn into him, but then the pills just became convenient. i am not proud of this.
we filed for divorce, and i haven't spoken with him in three years. during that time, i focused on my own career. i spoke at conferences, worked on my own research between serial killers and their children and whether there is a gene that gets passed through. elliot and i were always worried that we would have the feeling to kill. i worked on some cases with law enforcement on violent crimes. i worked a lot with children who had become victims. i sometimes interviewed predators, i would come up with profiles, and i would testify in court. the only profile that puzzles me is my fathers. that is probably why i am driven in this career feel. it doesn't fit that he wanted to kill his family. i am always looking for answers to questions i can't find.
IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
- jacob sumner, 65 - biological father, currently serving life in prison
- nina sumner, deceased - biological mother
- captain william monroe, 61 - adoptive father, homicide unit captain
- melissa monroe, 59 - adoptive mother, retired nurse
- elliot monroe, 30 - biological brother, cop
- chelsea monroe, 18 - biological sister, college freshman
- --- fox, 30 - ex husband, law enforcement
EDUCATION:
- valkyrie academy class of 2001, high school diploma
- valkyrie university class of 2005, undergraduate psychology degree
- valkyrie university medical school class of 2009, graduate degree psychiatry
- valkyrie university class of 2010, graduate degree child psychiatry
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