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Customer's name: The Master Doctor
Chef's name: Théo Castillo
(Tay-Oh Kaas-tea-yo)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Nationality: Spanish
Sexuality: Homosexual
Talents: Traditional Spanish cooking,
dancing (a flamenco ballet hybrid)
Current positions: Chef and Recortador
here at El Matador, traditional spanish
restaurant owned by his father
Other job experience: Personal Trainer

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// Shy // Kind // Hardworking // Strong // Inspirational // Traditional //

A man of few words, but empowering actions.

Biography:


Born in the hot but bone dry country of Spain, Théo was always happy child. He had a good upbringing, his family supporting him in every way.

To put it simply, Théo had always been a bit chubby as a child. He didn’t really enjoy all the rough sports the other boys liked. Instead, he enjoyed staying inside and cooking with his mother; learning the ways of a chef so that he could one day become the chef at the family restaurant. His size had never been of concern to him, he was happy, and that was all that mattered.
It was not until his first year in highschool that the problems began.

That horrible summer day, poor Théo came home crying.

"Mijo (my son), what is the matter?" his mother asked when she saw the complete state of devastation her son was in.
"The children, they make fun of me because of my weight. The boys, they call me ‘fatty’ and the girls, they call me ‘ugly’. I do not want to go back to school."

"But mijo, you must go back. I am sure that if you’re strong, they will leave you alone."

But they didn't.

Every day, Théo came home bloodied and bruised from being beaten up after school. He started stealing his mothers makeup to make sure that no one at home saw all his injuries. He was so sure that they’d laugh at him, and tell him to “man up”.

One day, Théo decided to hide in an empty theatre to get away from his abusers. They had pursued him into town after he managed to escape their attack, and he needed a place to lay low for a while. Inside, he found an old empty stage and seats. Sighing, Théo walked down the red carpet and sat in a seat near the edge. The stage, despite what he thought, was not empty. A man, handsome and shirtless, strode onto the stage unaware of his secret audience. Intrigued, Théo watched. The man grabbed a cd player, hit a button, and as beautiful Spanish guitar flowed through the speakers, he danced. It was a dance of solo passion, with a relentless beat; it was the flamenco.

The next week Théo convinced his parents to take him to flamenco lessons. At first he was horrible, but with his dead set determination, nothing he dreamed of would ever be impossible.

As the days turned to months and the months turned to years, Théo slowly became better and better, and with all this strenuous physical activity, he became stronger as well (both mentally and physically). Soon enough, he was turning the heads of men and women alike with his impressive muscles and shiny piercings.

One day when he arrived at his dance studio, Théo noticed a poster stuck to the door. "World Famous Ballet Dancer Performance". He could barely contain his excitement when he read the title. From that day on for 4 weeks, Théo didn't even spend a dime of his pay, so that he could go see the performance.

The night of the performance, Théo fell in love with ballet. Determined to add grace to his intensive flamenco dancing, he created his own hybrid between flamenco and ballet; passion and speed mixed with grace and jumps.

Now at 29, Théo is one the best dancers in pain. Everywhere he goes, he is determined to spread his story of perseverance. The story of the little boy they called fat and ugly.

"Little flecks of spittle drip from the mouth of the beast, the whites of his eyes glinting in the blinding light of the midday sun. The heaving animal raises his head and paws at the ground. All 2000 pounds comes hurtling at me, muscles the size of my torso stretching and retracting, moving this machine of a creature. Black like death itself, with two razor sharp horns upon his massive head, he zeroes in on his programmed target:

Me.

I am the object of his anger, the embodiment of his fury. I see the red of my cape reflected in the endless black pits of his eyes, like blood diffusing into the darkest oil. One stab of his twin swords and my pure and untainted soul would no longer be held down by the body that it does poses. But I dwell not on what was, what will, or might be. The moment is now.

My muscles strain as I push my entire body mass up off the ground, bones and tendons creaking with effort, while gravity claws at my form but fails to bring me down. I can feel him now, his damp breath on my body, mixing together in that moment our souls, our thoughts, our minds. But, I fly; an angel without wings, soaring through the two deadly pillars at the gates of hell. My body is lighter than air as I fly over the writhing creature.

Impact.

My feet hit the ground, throwing up dust. I bow. The crowd roars.

The beast turns, and I run. But t’is not of fear nor cowardice; I run because I have won, and he knows it. In futile attempts of regaining the pride which I did skin from him, as a hunter may skin his kill, he pursues hot on my heels, knowing all too well that he has lost. As I dive over the boards, he lets out a furious bellow and makes an attempt to impale the said wooden planks.

But he will be given another chance at my life soon; we duel many times a day, a dance of man and animal.

This is the life of a recortador."

Sergio is a pet Spanish fighting bull owned by Théo. He's very docile when compared to the other bulls Théo has worked with. After their first duel, Théo couldn't help but keep him. Over the years they have grown very close, and they preform dance routines together in the bull ring at El Matador.

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Subject Profile 3B-784-E1
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Investigator on Case: Sp00k
Subject's Name: Lazarus Shale
Subect's Age: Twenty-one
Subject's Gender: Male
Level of Threat: Maximum

Suspected criminal activity:Poison Specialist
Going against several country laws and delving into the act of being responsible for murders, though it is not his fault directly as he only creates the tool used and doesn't technically put it into another person's system, Lazarus Shale has picked up the criminal occupation of being a poison specialist. He dedicates hours of his days and his nights to creating new poisons through making hybrid of others, having started out by playing with holly, hemlock, and arsenic when he was a child and gradually making his way up as he matures. His market ranges from simply selling to desperate people looking to get rid of someone making them feel miserable throughout their day to day life to selling to people within gangs or those that call themselves mercenaries, and whoever can bid the highest on the Black Market. During his working hours he carries himself under the alias of "Ebony Vulture", not that it seems to be anonymous since his appearance reflects such a bird.

He is believed to be responsible for over five hundred deaths, though there is a lack of evidence pointing to Lazarus Shale. There have been no warrants of arrest made out. Lazarus is under suspicion of criminal activity but has yet to be caught in the act.

Personality Analysis:

Lazarus has shown time and time again that he has the ability to read a person through their body language and their manner of speaking; after a few hours with a person, simply studying them from a distance or conversing with them, he is able to figure out what things make them tick. With a simple statement he can bring a person into shattered pieces or turn them into a dragon exhaling fiery plumes of smog in their rage, all depending on what he chooses to benefit him more. He notices the small things in a person's behavior that make all the difference in the criminal world and, with the powerful memory that he has, this ability to read a person like a book is deadly to those that rival him. Despite being responsible for so many deaths, he carries himself with a level of manners that implies he has come from a well educated background; he'll hold the door open when someone is leaving or entering the same building as him and he's near the door, or he'll say 'Thank you' as well as the proper 'Yes ma'am/sir, No ma'am, sir'. As for his outlook on life, Lazarus was one of the lucky (arguably) people that ended up looking at the world through the eyes of a realistic person; he doesn't focus on the bad or the good, simply taking things as they come and handling them in whatever way his strategic mind comes up with, though he is not impulsive or the type of person to simply watch as life brushes past without doing something to gain some control.

Suspicious Persons Involved with Suspect:
Ahri is probably one of the most confusing relationships that Lazarus has established; on some meetings, she is nothing more than a silent guardian watching over his clients while they browse his selection of poisons, making sure that no harm comes to them. On others, she has been sent by her master (which changes frequently) to try and take out Lazarus' supply and his workshop, and then there are the times that she is ordered to protect him from harm for as long as it benefits who controls her. During those times, an almost peaceful silence settles between the two of them and Lazarus finds that he greatly enjoys her company; she lifts heavy things, cleans up his home and his workshop, and sometimes he even allows her to hold onto his vials of poison when his hands are too full for him to be able to do it himself. It's those peaceful moments that he likes best, finding her company to be a nice change in comparison to the solitude that he has surrounded himself with in hopes of lessening the threats to his career and life.

After several encounters and time with Raegan, Lazarus has come to the conclusion that the kid is far too sweet and easily manipulated for his own good. The kid is desperate for a friend and, despite not always liking the fact that Raegan would do anything and take the fall for someone he thought had become his companion, he does truly enjoy spending time with the youth. Due to not wanting to lose a source of friendship, the kid keeps his lips tightly sealed and has actually been trusted with making a few deliveries of special poisons in the past. He constantly worries for Raegan, albeit subconsciously while he denies having any serious attachment, when the kid is not in his presence and cannot be supervised.


About Ichabod:

Ichabod is a black Cornish Rex that Lazarus adopted when he was only five weeks old; the runt of his litter, Ichabod did not appear to be promising to his breeder and was a discount kitten despite having strong bloodlines. It was love at first sight for Lazarus, who eagerly took his new kitten home and spent thousands of dollars getting him the most luxurious pet supplies; a large dream cat playhouse complete with scratching posts, an automatic litter box, food bowl, and water dish, and a collection of products designed to make sure that Ichabod is clean and well groomed at all times. His cat is his world and Lazarus absolutely adores him despite the fact that Ichabod does not get along with Raegan whatsoever, often trying to scratch the poor Plumerian's nose or batting at his ears while Raegan does his best to try and win Ichabod's affections. As for Lazarus' lab, Ichabod is not allowed to leave the house and cannot access the dangerous area.

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