A Slice of Humble Pie

[Impossible Time]

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Julien Thierry LaCroix

Known aliases...

Jules
Mr. LaCroix

Age...

Twenty-six

Gender...

Male

Crime...

Ten counts of Murder in the first degree

Sexuality...

Straight

Known Affiliations...

Virtue

Assigned Name...

Humility



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Appearance:

Height:

6'3"


Weight:

178 lbs


Hair Colour:

Brunet


Eye Colour:

Brown


Skin Tone:

Olive


Outstanding Features:

No tattoos or Piercings.
Most noticeable features is the scar on the patient's left arm.
It is quite large and stretches from the belly of Biceps Brachii down to the Radius. This scar is raised and appears to be quite old.




Medical History:

Health History:

Health and medical history unknown before patient was brought in.
Benign Tumors found in Frontal & Parietal lobes, inoperable, prescribed TX: Radiation Therapy
Outside of listed known condition patient is considered to be very healthy.

Treatments Received:
Patient has shown little change when these were used as treatment. Either increase usage or discontinue these treatments.

Radiation Therapy
Injections
Shock Therapy ^ See notes
Forced Conditioning ^ See notes
Psychotherapy

Side Effects:
Radiation & Shock Therapy have caused the patient to become hypersensitive.
Patient's ability allows him to be immune to high quantities of pain due to injuries.
Radiation Therapy and patients own mental state have left him unable to gain or maintain an erection. He is also unable to achieve orgasm anymore.
Hypersensitivity ^ See notes
Increased Pain Threshold ^ See notes
Intermittent Tremors
Decreased Libido ^ See notes


Ability:

Advanced Accelerated Cellular Regeneration

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Personality

Humility, noun. The quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one's own importance, rank, etc.

I've always been rather humble, but before now it was just there. Like in the background, just a part of me. And now it's as if it's a main part of who I am. As if I need that humility to keep me in check. I don't because whatever treatment they gave me is working and I won't ever kill again. I can't do it again, it... decimated a part of my being that I'll never get back. So I can be humble, because more so than ever, because I have nothing to be proud about.
Charismatic, adjective. Of, having, or characteristic of charisma.

This...this was something about myself that I liked. All I had to do was look at someone a certain way and they'd come over to me, talk to me, listen to me, I could make them trust me... Before I started killing it was great, I knew a lot of people and I liked them and they liked me. And then I started killing and it was a tool for me to use to lure my victims. It was scary how easily they'd come with me, they didn't have to be drunk or high either. Completely sober people would get into my truck and they didn't seem to care that they had just met me. I made them feel at ease. Now...now I'm still charismatic but...I hate it. I hate how easy it was and still can be for people to want to talk to me, to feel easy and comfortable around me. Especially when I know I'm a killer. Some part of me just wants to shout at them, make them see that being around me isn't safe.
Calm, adjective. Free from excitement or passion; tranquil.

I've always been calm. I'm good at waiting, at silence, I'm patient most of the time. The only times I haven't been calm were when I wanted to kill or was killing someone. So I'm happy that I'm still a calm person. That I never used that part of me to kill. Though if I had I probably wouldn't have been caught for a long while. So I'm more glad that I wasn't a patient killer.
Cautious, adjective. Showing or having caution.

I'm cautious now. I wasn't before, not really. I mean I knew and used caution. But now...it's like I'm hypercautious. I'm concerned that I might do something that makes me want to kill again. And honestly I'm liking the peace that comes with not wanting to kill. It's relaxing, but at the same time I need to be extra vigilant to make sure I don't get the urge to kill again.
Numb, adjective. Incapable of action or of feeling emotion.

I guess this is the best word available to describe how I feel. I don't know if it's from the treatments, or from what I've done, or a combination of the two. I just...it's hard to shock me, to scandalize me, it's very hard for me to actually realize if someone is upset with me. Until someone is actively threatening my person I honestly just don't notice. Or I do, but some part of me says it's not important, until it is important. It's like everything going on around me has lost it's appeal to me. I still actively try to engage with people, to make friends in this place. I would eventually like to go back out into the world hopefully cured of whatever was causing me to kill. But it's like none of that matters, it does to me. I know it does. But the day to day stuff to get me there...The daily interactions with everyone...it just doesn't make me react anymore.

Fears

Angrophobia:

Fear of Anger
Hematophobia
Fear of Blood
Patient has confessed to being afraid of "losing control", of "killing again senselessly", and "becoming worse than he was before treatment".

Medications

Antidepressants
To help reduce severe depression and suicidal thoughts and attempts.
Antipsychotics
To help reduce impulsive/reckless behavior, and anger/hostility.
Anxiolytics
To help reduce anxiety.
Radioactive IV
To reduce the gross mass of the brain tumors.

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Project Information:
Funded By:

Department of Defense, Branch: United States Biological Weapons Program

Project Designation:

Operation White Coat, Development of Biological Weapons

Desired Outcome:

To have a human rapidly regenerate cells that have been damaged in various manners and varying severities.



Known Abilities Gained:

Advanced Accelerated Cellular Regeneration
Current times for recovery range from seconds to hours depending on severity of injury.
Immune to common illnesses; has yet to be tested with more virulent strains.
Increased pain threshold when injured; yet is hypersensitive to all other contact.
Decreased Metabolism; patient is eating less while body weight remains the same, and energy levels have neither increased or decreased.
Increased Strength & Stamina; only apparent when patient is in a life threatening situation.
Enhanced Eyesight
Patient's eyesight has become altered, it is unknown at this time what exactly caused this.
Patient complains of sudden vision change from his normal 20/20 to being almost blind; tests show that when he is experiencing this he cannot see anything past his nose.
Patient also complains of going from his normal 20/20 vision to being able to see things perfectly at over a mile away; test have proven this claim to be true.
At this time the Patient is unable to control the changes in his eyesight.

Limitations:

Electricity
Patient's ability to rapidly regenerate cells is heavily affected by direct electrical currents to the body.
Healing at any level will not occur when body is being submitted to an outside electrical charge.
Patient is able to tolerate the lowest lethal amounts of electrical charges; however larger increases do stop the patient's heart.
Severed Limbs
Patient's ability to rapidly regenerate cells does not allow him to grow back lost limbs at this time.
However, if the severed limb is surgically reattached full recovery does occur.
Patient's ability to heal even these wounds show that there is no increase in scar tissue or any markers of injury or damage at all.



Specialized Fields:

Cleaner
Patient will be expected to terminate targets of extreme importance to a mission without getting caught.
Patient will be expected to handle any and all physically violent aspects of any mission he is on.
Patient's specific background with weapons makes him an ideal candidate for this job.
Skills include: Expert Marksman & Skilled Hand-to-hand combat fighter.
Espionage
Patient will be expected to gain access to top secret and highly sensitive information without getting caught.
Patient's skills that make him an ideal candidate for this job: Charisma & Enhanced Eyesight.

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I can’t tell you my entire life’s story. Mainly because when most people do it, they start off with I was born on blank day of blank month, of blank year to blank and blank. I don’t know who my biological mother is, I don’t know who my biological father is. I don’t know what day I was actually born on. Here’s what I can tell you from years of speculation. It’s believed that my birth mother was passing through town; it’s not a very big town. In fact there wasn’t even a doctor when I left. She probably had me before she got to town, because I was clean and not covered in birthing fluids. I was left on the doorstep of the Church, and after that everything is relatively known.

A young widowed woman took me in. Her husband had died in the war. My mother never remarried, but in the tight little community I grew up in, no one ever looked down on her for it. She loved him even after he had died, and she took her vows seriously. As far as I am concerned this woman is my mother. Always has been always will be. The woman who gave birth to me did me a great service leaving me to be found by my mother. Anyway, the town is small. One grocery, which sold canned goods, and main staples like grains, beans, flour, sugar, and salt. A barber, a tailor, a post office, a pub, a church, and a school. Nothing too fancy. The town wasn’t too big so there wasn’t much that everyone needed. And if they needed it or wanted more they could go another fifty miles to the next biggest town to get it.

I grew up in Trout Creek, Montana. And I guess my name is rather odd. It’s clearly got a more southern aspect to it that’s for sure. That’s cause my mom’s husband was from the south, Louisiana, to be exact. He came out there for work during the Great Depression. He met my mom and apparently they had a whirlwind romance. Mom talked about it later when I wondered why I looked nothing like her and her husband. She was always open with me, never told me a lie. But she also made it clear that as far as she was concerned I was her son, blood or not.

I was…a rambunctious child. I was always running around full of energy, climbing things, making friends with the kids in town. Went to mass every Sunday and had dinner with my mom’s family every Sunday night. Went to school, got a half way decent education. Best as was possible out there. I can read, write, do basic arithmetic, I know geography, and current events. I just don’t see a need to be as smart as city folk do. I get by quite well with what I know, so I don’t see a need to take it further than that. Even though my colouring is quite odd; not quite Mexican, not black. But clearly not white. Maybe Native American…who knows…I was never discriminated against. And the town was too small for any prejudice.

As I grew up and got older I took on more responsibilities at home and around town. I would go hunting with the other men in town when I was old enough to do so. The winters in Trout Creek can be quite bad. Snow hits and before you know it you can’t get past your door, cause it’s blocked by it. So you hunt when you can, spring, summer, and fall. Only going out to hunt in winter if you’ve run out of all food. So I got good at hunting. Really good. And then as I got older still I went to work at the local wood mill. I was chopping down trees, my mother was afraid of me working in the actual mill. Too many good men had lost limbs or died in there from an accident.

I can’t blame her for not wanting me to work in the mill proper. I mean I was all she had left. And she was a strong woman but I don’t think she would have dealt with my death very well. Anyway when I grew old enough to do so I left town. Needed to see the world, see what else was out there. And I think mom understood that, she never complained. And I had more than a few skills that I could survive off of. My grandparents gave me their truck. Grandpa couldn’t drive it anymore and I was off. I spent a couple years just travelling, working where I could. But I always made a point of staying somewhere long enough to get a sense of whether or not it was right for me there. So far, everywhere I’ve been just hasn’t felt right.

Anyway I suppose I should tell you about how things went…wrong. I never was a malicious child. I got into fights like any young hot-blooded boy is bound to, but never more than normal. I never enjoyed the killing aspect of hunting; it was always just a means of making money and putting food on the table for mom and I. It didn’t matter how much I drank, I never was a mean drunk. My momma raised me well. I was a good, honorable man. Well…maybe not entirely honorable. I’ve had my fair share of women over the years, but I’m quite sure I never did them any wrong, or harm. The honorable thing would have been to court them and marry them before taking them to my bed. But if that was my only transgression in life before I killed then I’ll say that yes I was an honorable man.

I don’t even remember how it happened or if there was something that led up to the first kill. I just remember being at the bar one night, and there was a lovely lady sitting at the bar. I approached her and she was an easy catch. I didn’t have to do much to get her to leave with me. We were in my truck driving along when I pulled over. I remember reaching for my hunting knife and plunging it into her chest…I won’t go into detail. It still sickens me to remember it but in the simplest of terms I bathed in her blood. It wasn’t fully sexual, but after that first one I did have sex with most of my victims before killing them. The sex wasn’t a sticking point; it was their blood that was the point. I never drank it. I never believed that by bathing in it that I would be changed some how. When I think about it, I think it was the intimacy of it that I was killing for. Blood is such an intimate thing. It’s entirely your own, and I wanted to be close to them. Be a part of them.

My victims were always women, and don’t make the mistake of trying to figure out if I have mother issues, or abandonment issues. I don’t and the last damn shrink that suggested it I ended up choking. He’s alive, but suggesting that I wanted to have sex with my mother, the one that raised me. Or that I was punishing my victims in place of my birth mother. It wasn’t that, those were never….those weren’t the reason. I just wanted to be as close, as intimate as I could with those women. And their blood was as close as I could get to them.

If you want to know, between the killings…I did know that what I was doing was wrong. That I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to kill; I didn’t want to bathe in their blood. And it wasn’t like every time I went to a bar, and saw a pretty lady I wanted to kill her. But then I’d get that urge to be as intimate with a lady as possible and I’d kill again. I hate myself for killing them, for not having the strength to kill myself or turn myself in after the first one. Those women didn’t deserve to die; they just chose the wrong man to go home with. So do your tests, stick me with needles, poke around my brain, and make me choke on pills. I don’t care because I deserve everything that happens to me for what I did. Personally I think I’d do better if you’d just put a damn bullet in my brain.

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Emotions: Guilt & Remorse
We'll keep on talking this out
But I've all ready made up your mind
I've been trying to gnaw through through my tongue
To stop from confessing my crimes
The Bled -- Asleep On The Frontlines (Appliantz Remix)


Emotions: Regret & Suicidal Actions
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Taylor Swift Ft. The Civil Wars -- Safe & Sound

Emotions: Trouble & Charm
When you came in the air went out
And every shadow filled up with doubt
I don't know who you think you are
But before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you
Jace Everett -- Bad Things

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Chastity: I don't think Ode is crazy, but I could never force myself onto a woman.
I've never had to.
But to have done it 30 times?
I don't know maybe there is something wrong in his head too.

Patience: As for Kaliah?
Yeah she might be a bit crazy.
But she not as bad as I am... or was?
But you don't just decide to go burn down a house with people in it if you are entirely sane.

Diligence: Ariande?
Yeah, she's crazy.
Like crazier than me.
Like genuinely believes she has done no wrong.
That everything she has done has been part of a game.
I personally believe out of all of us "inmates" she needs to stay here permanently.

Generosity: To come with interaction




As for the Medical "Professionals"?
They're all bat s**t insane.
And I knew that before treatments began.
But right now I can't be bothered to care about them.
Unless they try to kill me.
Which so far hasn't really worked, so good luck to them.

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