fc; Chris Brown; the canadian man not the chris brown rapper. c:
name: Laurence Brodeur
height; 6 foot 2
His personalities are split, kinda.
His social personality where he expresses in front of everyone is a rather optimistic, happy, family man. Who seems to always be in a good mood. At times there will be a moment where you see him get angry, but that is usually to scowl at his son, or defend his family standards. There are many who would label him a confident, but pushy kinda guy. He does seem to push his ideals on someone, and often will argue with those who don't find his teaching methods so great.
He is a hash grader, but fair teacher. His students love him, most of them have to retake the class because though he is fair, he doesn't appreciate procrastination. Which can be translated into everyday life as well. He monitors people, those who are friendly to him and those who seem to disregard him. He keeps mental notes of those people, and at times will hold a grudge. Sometimes if his wife is even mad at him, he'll take note of that. His reasons for adding notes to people with how they react to him, will deeply affect their livelihood of living or not- even his own wife. He is like a teacher outside of class, to strangers and friends. He grades them and decides on their final grade. Those who pass can simply move on, but those who fail his "checks" will surely be cut off.
His second personality is that which is under the surface. It's what he is feeling most of the time, and when he is alone. Though on the outside he can express joy and laughter, inside he doesn't feel those emotions. He simply feels numb. When meeting his wife he acted as if she was a mircal from god, but in reality- he was curious why she held his attention. Their son is just a means of passing on his gene, and his wife is there to cover up his darker enjoyments. In reality- he cannot feel love, or at least doesn't know what love is or how to feel it inside. It's easy to mimic normal people, all you have to do is slap on a fake smile. Since he's been faking the smile for years, it's natural to make it look real. No one suspects a thing.
He does feel anger, and frustration. When he doesn't release his pent up frustration, his social personality will grow uneasy and at times he will physically show his anger. When he does start to show agression in front of people is when things get ugly. He will panic, and he will most likely kill the first thing he can find. Sometimes he'll make a mistake, and there have been close calls where he could have been caught. Now that he is a routine, he tries to stick with it to avoid those explosive moments. However, it seems the more he tries to play the loving family man, the more frustrating he gets, and the more he needs to kill rises.
Career: He is a professor at the local university. He has worked there for 7 years and is known to be the harshest grader, but many like his personality and attitude. He tries his best to help them succeed, but- many just don't
Family; Riley is the son
and maybe soon to come. His wife wants more children.
For now, we know that he was from france, but moved to America when he was nine. He still has a small accent, and it gets heavier when he's trying to sooth prey in.
He met his wife while hiking where he had chased a victim through the trees. He hadn't been careful and when he came upon his latest victim they stabbed him good in the ribs. When he stashed the body, he went down the trail to find a woman. Immediately he had to beg for help, saying there had been a man chasing him. She immediately called the police and he was sent to the hospital. She had come with to make sure everything was okay.
Their first date was at a cafe, they enjoyed some coffee and talked about their hobbies.
5 months later he proposed, married her and had a family. Riley was born 3 years into their 8 year marriage. They had met when he was 20 in which he landed a job as a professor.
Right now, they're happy. Lately though, he has been showing signs of frustration, but not more than usual.
What victims he looks for: Women who are the complete opposite to his wife (so if you'll play a blonde, I'll probably say a woman with black hair, or if you say brown, maybe I'll kill those who are redhead or something)
He has killed 30 women, 4 men, and 1 child.
- not candid or sincere, typically by pretending that one knows less about something than one really does.
"Dont do that." Laurence scowled, as his son's mouth trying to figure out the last few letters, "You can't rely on sounds of the letters, you know the word dangerous right?" Riley looked at his dad, those big blue eyes of his and proudly announced, "D a n g e r o u s" That was his first hard word he learned, and it was one his dad put in his head. Some people were dangerous and so you had to be careful. "Well the ending of dangerous is a o.u.s right?" Riley looked at him and with that obvious confused look. He probably sounded angry on accident, when he was tired his french accident tended to come out. Though he has lived in America longer than he did France, he still held the french undertone.
"Well disingenuous, but it has a sneaky u before that."
Riley tried again, and almost had it, but he had accidentally turned the e into an i. Laurence let out a defeated groan as he slumped down on the island chair while his son giggled at seeing his father in such a defeat. "Icecream now?" Riley tried using his best begging voice, and his lower lip quivered. That's right- Laurence had promised him icecream after their practice session, "Yes, but don't tell your mother. I don't want to get in trouble." He told him quietly, and after all it was past dinner time and it was past Riley's bedtime. Laurence thought that his wife was asleep upstairs, but when they had gotten to the freezer he heard a 'tsking' noise.
He closed his eyes, and prayed mercy to God. "Your mother is here." He whispered to his son, "I don't think we can."
"But you promise, dad." Riley whined, and he hushed him away from the freezer, "Do you want to die?" He whispered under his breath, "Because if you don't get up to bed, we are both going to face her wrath." Riley let out a very loud whine, and he knew that he upset him. He pushed his son towards the stairs where his room was and he straightened up to look at a very annoyed wife.
"Now, please, hear me out. I had to prepare him for the spelling bee." When that annoyed look didn't change, he gave his wife a toothy grin and tried to pull on the moves, "How could I possibly say sorry, my love?" He cooed as he stalked towards her, her arms crossed, but he surely would seduce her to stop being angry right? "Let's just go back up to our room, and I can provide some soothing activities tonight?" She, however, didn't budge. Damn I'm in for it. She pointed to the calendar, and he took a gander over to see what she was pointing out.
Soccer game 8:00 am
Alright, so Riley had a soccer game. He could make it, after all Saturdays were his off days so what was the big deal? "Alright, what's the big deal?" He groaned, his wife certainly was getting on his back for something, but it was when her finger pointed to the clock did he realize his mistake. It was 12 am. Riley was going to be hella tired, and he sighed. Of course, he was in the wrong. But what could he do? Between working as a Psychology Professor at the University, and helping around the community, so trying to find time for his son had to be a little late in the hours. So what if he had kept him up late? His son would be strong enough to wake up earlier and win his soccer game. "Don't worry. He'll get plenty of sleep." He wrapped his arms around his wife and nuzzled his face into her neck, "I promise, I'll get him up in the morning and you can sleep in." He bribed her, and that was when his watch started to go off. aw time for the night watch, he even tried deepening his french accident in attempt to soften her up, "And then I'll wake you up just the way you like." He growled, and he heard his son from the top of the stairs, "Daddy? Can I get some milk?"
That boy would be the death of him, especially when he ruined moments like this. Ever since they had a kid, it always about the kid and he always got frustrated. Not just because he didn't get alone time with his wife, but because his activities were always interrupted. Tonight would be the first night in 2 months he got to wander around. Tonight two of his friends would wait for him and they'd wander the streets like heros. Well, at least that was the beginning of the fun. His hobbies would come out when both of his friends went to bed. He of course, would come home late, and sleep for about an hour or two and then get up to wake his family. He was the perfect example of a husband, father, and community leader. Everyday when he is teaching class, he makes sure his students are well off and happy, that most of them are able to learn the material. Many students adored him so why was it he couldn't get a break and let off some steam? Didn't every human have a hobby that allowed him to blow of steam?
"No, Riley. You have to get some rest." He sighed, "Would you like me to at least read you a story?" Which got the boy to bright up and run back up the stairs to his room, "Perhaps you could?" He looked to her, with a similar look that his son gave when he was begging. He wanted to at least get some fresh air, and loosen up his limbs. His basement was empty and he needed to at least fill it tonight while everyone was sleeping. He didn't have enough time to read to his own kid, but that didn't make him a bad dad right? Because one of the promises he made when they got married, was that he would focus on a family and not have entire focus on work. When they first met, all he did was work. It was when they met while he was just finishing up one of his extensive hobbies did he meet the perfect woman for him.
He had been covered in blood. But- he had an excuse for that, he had been stabbed while out on the hiking trail. It was more of a defensive strike on the other man's part, but when he found the woman he had played the victim well. Begging her to take him to the hospital, and when she looked at him and their eyes met... he just knew. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that made him think irrationally, but seeing a woman aid his injuries made him think of her as an angel. A sweet angel who had been naive to what happened on that trail. Good thing the body was never found or she would have been very suspicious.
Then, at the hospital she had comforted him. Telling him everything was alright, and when she asked about his family he simply said he had none. She had asked him about where he was born, and he actually gave her that information quite easily. A small village named Eguisheim in France. He lived there for 9 years of his life which he was brought to America by his uncle. From then, he was raised normally and somewhat content. His uncle passed away and gave him a rather gracious amount of money, and he went to college. He explained to her all of his likes, and she in return. That moment in the hospital, he couldn't simply let her go. so while he recovered he asked her on a date. A simple one. A little cafe downtown where not a lot of people go.
He was hooked the moment he talked to her, and actually asked her to marry him within a few months. His salary inticed many, but she seemed to want to marry him for his personality. At times she questioned why he went out so late, and his excuse was being the neighborhood watch with two of his buddies. She always wondered why he liked to hang in the basement, but he simply said it was his office. She had even been down there before, but she found nothing wrong with it. Just a desk and a computer.
It was when they had their son, Riley did he seem to grow more intense. Often times, he was hyper focused on their son. As if he was desperate for his child to thrive and grow. Life was absolutely perfect for him and his wife, but things were getting more stressful. That was his hobbies getting discovered.
The closest they got so far had been a few years ago.
The police had put out warnings of a murder. They named him Lake Side Killer due to most of the bodies being stashed in the lake. It was their 3rd anniversary together, and a body was found too close to his house. He had been in a hurry and was afraid he'd miss their dinner. He stashed the body behind a dumpster and thought he was in the clear till he came back for it. The police were everywhere on the street, and even ruined their anniversary by coming to the door. Lately he had been growing frustrated because he had to be more careful now that he had a family to work around his hobbies. The last kill he had experienced was 2 months ago and that was too quick.
Sometimes, when he went too long without experiencing his 'hobby' he would grow angry, but it would be a cold kind of anger. One where he wouldn't talk, and he'd grow a little impatient. If he didn't get a kill in tonight, he would most certainly be in a bad mood in the morning.
"If you read him a bedtime story, I will owe you for the rest of my life." He begged, back in the conversation. HE just wanted Riley asleep and his wife to go up to their room. That way he could leave the house for the night. He was getting a little antsy .