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Name: Todd Paul DeCarte
Age: 23
Race: human
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth Date: January 17
Hair Color: sandy blonde
Eye Color: a strange, almost gray color
Nationality: French/English
Family:
Olivia DeCarte (Mother)
Zachery DeCarte (Father)
Work Experience: He works for a local detective agency after completing college and a few undisclosed training courses. Occasionally, he will take on a few independent cases on his own if he finds them interesting or unusual.
Strengths: He has a great sense of humor and is very generous and light-hearted.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at dealing with death or other difficult situations, tries too hard to please people, and tends to be superstitious.
Hobbies: investigating paranormal or supernatural activity even though it secretly scares him, sword fighting, playing his guitar in his friend's band, listening to rock music, reading, spending time on the computer, or spending time at the coffee shop
Favorite Food: pizza or spaghetti
Current relationships: None; his last one ended badly. (/Whois Almeha)
Background Info: (Yeah, I know it's a lot like always.)
A luxurious and upscale apartment, a high-paying job, an inheritance that would last him a lifetime, and all the friends he could ask for are all that most people see when spending time with Todd. Of course, as is with the story of any soul living on earth, there is always more to the tale than what meets the eye.
Lesson 1: Acts of Kindness Can Change a Person's Fate-
Todd was a little thing at this time, perhaps no older than seven or eight. His chocolate-colored hair still hung in his face, and his dark eyes were wide with excitement as he ran up a long driveway leading to an estate so large and lavish that most humans would have only seen such a place in their wildest dreams. A piece of paper was clutched tightly in the boy's hands as his crisp white uniform shirt became more and more wrinkled the faster he ran. When he reached the large front double doors that rested under a small covered porch, he opened them quickly and slid on the marble floor as soon as he entered the grand entryway. "Mother! Mother!" he called enthusiastically as he looked around for the woman. He hoped to find her in her study, but when he reached the room's entrance, he found it empty. "Mom!" he called again, taking off into another wing of the house.
Before he could reach the kitchen, a tall man stepped into the hallway, glaring at the boy with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is the matter with you, boy? I am trying to work!" the man snapped at him, his enraged tone deceiving his professional-looking business attire. "Your mother and I do not have time for you!" he added coldly.
Todd looked at the man with almost fearful eyes, the smile quickly fading from his face. "I…I am sorry, sir," he stuttered. "I...I got my report card. I wanted to show Mom. She… said that if I did well, I could take guitar lessons. I … I wanted her to see so…" he tried to tell him before the man snatched the paper out of his hands.
The man's eyes scanned the report card, noting all A's except one B+ in science. The man's eyes still looked angered. "You are a disgrace as my son! You will never get into law school with these kinds of grades. You need to be perfect! You can forget about the guitar lessons, if anything we are getting you a tutor. You need to learn to represent the family name. I knew we should have sent you to a boarding school this year! Now get out of my sight!" he yelled, tearing up the report card and letting the pieces fall to the floor.
Todd stood in disbelief, his eyes instantly watering and dropping to the floor. "I… I…. Mabel thinks I am smart," he protested quietly.
His father grabbed him by his shirt and slapped him in the face. "Mabel is a fool. Do you know why she is our maid? It's because she is stupid and can't do anything else!" he snapped before leaving him.
Todd didn't dare move until his father was gone, but he carefully picked up the scraps of paper, holding his other hand to his cheek. "I…will try harder next time," he whispered, although no one was around to hear him. He decided to make his way to his room, at least until the slender hand of a woman stopped him.
"Aren't you going to have your afternoon snack? I made chocolate chip cookies for you," the woman told him sweetly. She knelt before him, looking at him with worried eyes. "Aww, sweetie, what is it? Did you have a bad day at school?" she asked, placing one hand on the print that was left on the boy's face.
The boy looked at her with watery eyes and wrapped his arms around where her maid apron hung around her waist. "I'm so stupid!" he cried. "I'll never be good at anything!" he told her.
The woman wrapped her arms around him and scooped the child up in her arms. "Oh darling, you are far from stupid. You must remember; it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, dear. You are special. God puts everyone here for a reason, you know. You need to be proud of yourself. What is it you have there?" she asked, taking the paper from his hands.
Lesson 2: Fate Can Be Cruel-
It was evening, and Todd was outside of the family's estate. He approached the front door and fished for his keys. "Damn things, I am always losing them," he muttered. As always, he didn't expect his parents to be home; they never were. It hardly mattered to him as he preferred it and was used to their absence. When he stepped through the door, he felt around for the light switch before turning it on to illuminate the entryway. Of course, as soon as he turned on the light, he regretted it. The marble floor was covered in the glass remains of what once had been priceless sculptures. Todd's heart stopped beating instantaneously as his eyes widened with panic. He ran into the study, one of the many rooms off the main entrance. That room, too, was in shambles; papers littered the floor, and the central computer was missing from its proper place on his father's desk. "Sh*t!" he cursed, his eyes darting around. Something had indeed happened here. He went for the small safe behind a fake row of books on one of the shelves. His digits worked quickly to punch in the code as his trembling hands took out his father's revolver and the box of bullets that went with it. The weapon felt extra heavy in his unsteady hand as he started to load the bullets in quickly. After loading the six shots, he dropped the box but didn't bother to pause and retrieve it. Instead, he hurried out of the room and towards the winding staircase, although he feared what would await him at the top.
As he walked, he kept his steps light so he wouldn't make too much noise. When he reached the top of the stairs, he nearly dropped the gun from the sight that awaited him. "Mabel," he gasped at the sight of his maid, who had also acted as his nanny and cared for him until that day. The woman lay there with a knife near her hand, her usually bright blue eyes frozen in a state of horror. Blood soaked their white carpet, although it was hard to see any injuries aside from two knife wounds along the woman's arms and wrists. "Mabel!" he yelled a bit too loudly as he hurried to kneel beside her. He reached to place a hand on the woman's neck, but he could not feel a pulse. A knot tied in Todd's stomach as he looked helplessly at the body of his second mother. What on earth had happened here tonight? He had little time to mourn the woman's death as he wondered if the woman's fifteen-year-old daughter Kelsey was still present. The teen also worked for his family as a maid when she wasn't attending a public high school.
Todd forced himself to stand, although his face held a sallow tone. He forced himself to move down the hallway until he heard a high-pitched scream. His eyes widened, and he took off down the hall to the upstairs library. While his instincts told him to retreat, he entered the room anyway. "Leave her alone!" he screamed, not caring that he was in the line of sight of the assailant. The room was dark, and it was difficult for Todd to see anything other than the silhouette of the maid's young daughter, Kelsey, and a thin male with straggly hair. To his surprise, the assailant did not have a gun. Instead, he was holding a dagger that glinted in the moonlight that showed through the window.
"And if I don't, what will you do about it, boy?" he asked. "Are you about to risk your human life for a stupid servant girl?" the man asked coldly.
Todd's hand was trembling, but he cocked the gun and placed a hand on the trigger. "I will shoot you if you don't leave her be," he warned him, although his words were as shaky as his entire body.
The voice of the thin man laughed. "You are going to shoot me; I would like to see you try," the man remarked as if it didn't matter one way or the other.
The anger inside Todd flared, but he still kept his composure. "Give her to me, and I will show you where all the money is in this house. Please, leave her be," he begged.
The man laughed again. "You think that I want money?" he asked, placing the knife against Kelsey's throat harder to draw a little blood. The girl screamed and, without much warning, kicked her foot back to hit her captor in the jewels. He loosened his grip to suck in a breath, and the girl was able to spin to the side away from him. Todd squeezed the trigger on the gun once and then three more times from the adrenalin that rushed through him, each of the bullets biting into the assailant's flesh and knocking him to the ground. The man didn't even try to escape, nor did he scream out in agony.
Lesson 3: One's Fate Should Never be Controlled
A year or two ago, Todd had started to prepare to attend college. He could remember the week before he left, almost as if it was yesterday. He stood in the long hallway of the estate, his father not that far from him. The man had a deep scowl on his face, his hands behind his back. Todd's face mirrored that of his father's, which was a rare sight to see. "I am leaving! I am sick of this place! I am leaving so I don't have to see your face anymore! I'm not a child! I don't care what you say!" he snapped in a harsher voice than any tone most had heard him use.
The man's old eyes were narrowed into slits as his rage surfaced. "You ungrateful bastard! As I have always told you, you are worthless to me! You are going to disgrace this family further if you leave here! Criminal justice is a field for poor blue-collar children who have no other option but to attend community college! You could go to Yale, Princeton, or Harvard, and yet you choose to follow that low-life slut of a friend to some half-rate school? If you leave this house now, don't bother ever coming back!"
Todd looked at his father with hopeless eyes before turning away. "You will never understand, will you? Goodbye, Father; I do not need you and never have," he told him before leaving the room.
OOC Notes:
Credit for this picture goes to the original artist, which was certainly not me.
Age: 23
Race: human
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth Date: January 17
Hair Color: sandy blonde
Eye Color: a strange, almost gray color
Nationality: French/English
Family:
Olivia DeCarte (Mother)
Zachery DeCarte (Father)
Work Experience: He works for a local detective agency after completing college and a few undisclosed training courses. Occasionally, he will take on a few independent cases on his own if he finds them interesting or unusual.
Strengths: He has a great sense of humor and is very generous and light-hearted.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at dealing with death or other difficult situations, tries too hard to please people, and tends to be superstitious.
Hobbies: investigating paranormal or supernatural activity even though it secretly scares him, sword fighting, playing his guitar in his friend's band, listening to rock music, reading, spending time on the computer, or spending time at the coffee shop
Favorite Food: pizza or spaghetti
Current relationships: None; his last one ended badly. (/Whois Almeha)
Background Info: (Yeah, I know it's a lot like always.)
A luxurious and upscale apartment, a high-paying job, an inheritance that would last him a lifetime, and all the friends he could ask for are all that most people see when spending time with Todd. Of course, as is with the story of any soul living on earth, there is always more to the tale than what meets the eye.
Lesson 1: Acts of Kindness Can Change a Person's Fate-
Todd was a little thing at this time, perhaps no older than seven or eight. His chocolate-colored hair still hung in his face, and his dark eyes were wide with excitement as he ran up a long driveway leading to an estate so large and lavish that most humans would have only seen such a place in their wildest dreams. A piece of paper was clutched tightly in the boy's hands as his crisp white uniform shirt became more and more wrinkled the faster he ran. When he reached the large front double doors that rested under a small covered porch, he opened them quickly and slid on the marble floor as soon as he entered the grand entryway. "Mother! Mother!" he called enthusiastically as he looked around for the woman. He hoped to find her in her study, but when he reached the room's entrance, he found it empty. "Mom!" he called again, taking off into another wing of the house.
Before he could reach the kitchen, a tall man stepped into the hallway, glaring at the boy with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is the matter with you, boy? I am trying to work!" the man snapped at him, his enraged tone deceiving his professional-looking business attire. "Your mother and I do not have time for you!" he added coldly.
Todd looked at the man with almost fearful eyes, the smile quickly fading from his face. "I…I am sorry, sir," he stuttered. "I...I got my report card. I wanted to show Mom. She… said that if I did well, I could take guitar lessons. I … I wanted her to see so…" he tried to tell him before the man snatched the paper out of his hands.
The man's eyes scanned the report card, noting all A's except one B+ in science. The man's eyes still looked angered. "You are a disgrace as my son! You will never get into law school with these kinds of grades. You need to be perfect! You can forget about the guitar lessons, if anything we are getting you a tutor. You need to learn to represent the family name. I knew we should have sent you to a boarding school this year! Now get out of my sight!" he yelled, tearing up the report card and letting the pieces fall to the floor.
Todd stood in disbelief, his eyes instantly watering and dropping to the floor. "I… I…. Mabel thinks I am smart," he protested quietly.
His father grabbed him by his shirt and slapped him in the face. "Mabel is a fool. Do you know why she is our maid? It's because she is stupid and can't do anything else!" he snapped before leaving him.
Todd didn't dare move until his father was gone, but he carefully picked up the scraps of paper, holding his other hand to his cheek. "I…will try harder next time," he whispered, although no one was around to hear him. He decided to make his way to his room, at least until the slender hand of a woman stopped him.
"Aren't you going to have your afternoon snack? I made chocolate chip cookies for you," the woman told him sweetly. She knelt before him, looking at him with worried eyes. "Aww, sweetie, what is it? Did you have a bad day at school?" she asked, placing one hand on the print that was left on the boy's face.
The boy looked at her with watery eyes and wrapped his arms around where her maid apron hung around her waist. "I'm so stupid!" he cried. "I'll never be good at anything!" he told her.
The woman wrapped her arms around him and scooped the child up in her arms. "Oh darling, you are far from stupid. You must remember; it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, dear. You are special. God puts everyone here for a reason, you know. You need to be proud of yourself. What is it you have there?" she asked, taking the paper from his hands.
Lesson 2: Fate Can Be Cruel-
It was evening, and Todd was outside of the family's estate. He approached the front door and fished for his keys. "Damn things, I am always losing them," he muttered. As always, he didn't expect his parents to be home; they never were. It hardly mattered to him as he preferred it and was used to their absence. When he stepped through the door, he felt around for the light switch before turning it on to illuminate the entryway. Of course, as soon as he turned on the light, he regretted it. The marble floor was covered in the glass remains of what once had been priceless sculptures. Todd's heart stopped beating instantaneously as his eyes widened with panic. He ran into the study, one of the many rooms off the main entrance. That room, too, was in shambles; papers littered the floor, and the central computer was missing from its proper place on his father's desk. "Sh*t!" he cursed, his eyes darting around. Something had indeed happened here. He went for the small safe behind a fake row of books on one of the shelves. His digits worked quickly to punch in the code as his trembling hands took out his father's revolver and the box of bullets that went with it. The weapon felt extra heavy in his unsteady hand as he started to load the bullets in quickly. After loading the six shots, he dropped the box but didn't bother to pause and retrieve it. Instead, he hurried out of the room and towards the winding staircase, although he feared what would await him at the top.
As he walked, he kept his steps light so he wouldn't make too much noise. When he reached the top of the stairs, he nearly dropped the gun from the sight that awaited him. "Mabel," he gasped at the sight of his maid, who had also acted as his nanny and cared for him until that day. The woman lay there with a knife near her hand, her usually bright blue eyes frozen in a state of horror. Blood soaked their white carpet, although it was hard to see any injuries aside from two knife wounds along the woman's arms and wrists. "Mabel!" he yelled a bit too loudly as he hurried to kneel beside her. He reached to place a hand on the woman's neck, but he could not feel a pulse. A knot tied in Todd's stomach as he looked helplessly at the body of his second mother. What on earth had happened here tonight? He had little time to mourn the woman's death as he wondered if the woman's fifteen-year-old daughter Kelsey was still present. The teen also worked for his family as a maid when she wasn't attending a public high school.
Todd forced himself to stand, although his face held a sallow tone. He forced himself to move down the hallway until he heard a high-pitched scream. His eyes widened, and he took off down the hall to the upstairs library. While his instincts told him to retreat, he entered the room anyway. "Leave her alone!" he screamed, not caring that he was in the line of sight of the assailant. The room was dark, and it was difficult for Todd to see anything other than the silhouette of the maid's young daughter, Kelsey, and a thin male with straggly hair. To his surprise, the assailant did not have a gun. Instead, he was holding a dagger that glinted in the moonlight that showed through the window.
"And if I don't, what will you do about it, boy?" he asked. "Are you about to risk your human life for a stupid servant girl?" the man asked coldly.
Todd's hand was trembling, but he cocked the gun and placed a hand on the trigger. "I will shoot you if you don't leave her be," he warned him, although his words were as shaky as his entire body.
The voice of the thin man laughed. "You are going to shoot me; I would like to see you try," the man remarked as if it didn't matter one way or the other.
The anger inside Todd flared, but he still kept his composure. "Give her to me, and I will show you where all the money is in this house. Please, leave her be," he begged.
The man laughed again. "You think that I want money?" he asked, placing the knife against Kelsey's throat harder to draw a little blood. The girl screamed and, without much warning, kicked her foot back to hit her captor in the jewels. He loosened his grip to suck in a breath, and the girl was able to spin to the side away from him. Todd squeezed the trigger on the gun once and then three more times from the adrenalin that rushed through him, each of the bullets biting into the assailant's flesh and knocking him to the ground. The man didn't even try to escape, nor did he scream out in agony.
Lesson 3: One's Fate Should Never be Controlled
A year or two ago, Todd had started to prepare to attend college. He could remember the week before he left, almost as if it was yesterday. He stood in the long hallway of the estate, his father not that far from him. The man had a deep scowl on his face, his hands behind his back. Todd's face mirrored that of his father's, which was a rare sight to see. "I am leaving! I am sick of this place! I am leaving so I don't have to see your face anymore! I'm not a child! I don't care what you say!" he snapped in a harsher voice than any tone most had heard him use.
The man's old eyes were narrowed into slits as his rage surfaced. "You ungrateful bastard! As I have always told you, you are worthless to me! You are going to disgrace this family further if you leave here! Criminal justice is a field for poor blue-collar children who have no other option but to attend community college! You could go to Yale, Princeton, or Harvard, and yet you choose to follow that low-life slut of a friend to some half-rate school? If you leave this house now, don't bother ever coming back!"
Todd looked at his father with hopeless eyes before turning away. "You will never understand, will you? Goodbye, Father; I do not need you and never have," he told him before leaving the room.
OOC Notes:
Credit for this picture goes to the original artist, which was certainly not me.
1 | Oct 21st 2016 21:51