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A Murderer's Thought Process Study

Name: Michael Jace McLauren


Age: 42


Apparent Age: 17


"Turned" At: 24


Birthdate: October 19th


Gender: Male


Height: 5'10"


Abilities: Vampirism, coupled with Hemomancy


Personality: Fractured, multiple personalities that each act like their own person. At the moment, there are only three that are known.

  • The cold, quiet one. He likes to be called Jace. He has the most control, and is what most of his victims came in contact with before they died. His cruel, quiet smirk is almost trademark, even throughout the court hearings.
  • The scared, nice one. He prefers to be called Michael. This is what they all three consider to be his original personality. He is terrified by what's going on, and is somewhat suicidal because of it all. He has the least control, and is only out when the others let him be.
  • The calm, happy one. He likes being called Mike. He has the second-most control, and tends to be happy, almost like a small child. He tattles on Jace all the time, which really pisses Jace off.


Short History/Notes:

  • Raised in a rural area, and was taken in by vampires after his house was burned down, and his family killed by those same vampires when he was 8 years old.
  • At the age of 10, the vampires started to slowly change him, wanting him to be as loosely bound to their rules as possible.
  • By 24, he was considered a true vampire by many around him, and was sent to meet with a council of elders. They did not appreciate his existence in the least, and his sires were killed for it. One of the elders also tried to kill him, in the process giving him the scars on his right cheek. He was too quick for the old elder, though, and killed him instead. He drank the vampire elder dry and cut his head off, though, in the process, lost his mind to a very strong blood-lust. The blood-lust was exacerbated by the scratches left on his cheek; some sort of magic he has yet to figure out.
  • Staying out of people's grasps, it wasn't until recently that he was caught, but got off very easily for reason of insanity, and is now in a high security mental institution.


Appearance: He looks young for his age, and gets comments on it often. He doesn't mind. He could grow a beard, and actually look closer to 24, but he chooses not to. He likes people thinking he's younger.


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Very nice!


 
Lacey was currently in a meeting when she heard the news. A new one was transferred and he was now her patient. She glanced up to the man that told her the news and nodded her thanks to him, going back to the meeting. Her mind was elsewhere now. Would this new patient not take her seriously or would she finally get someone who would take her seriously? She highly doubted it. No one here took her seriously despite how she was a good hundred and thirty years older than them.


Sighing softly, she got up and gathered up her stuff. She was the last one out of the room and started to walk down the hall. Now she needed to go and get this new patient's file and read over it before they meet. She didn't want to irritate another one of the inmates and nearly get killed again. Shuddering at the thought, she turned the corner and then stopped when she spotted who she believed was her newest patient.
 
Mike was humming to himself as he was led into the building with restraints on his arms and legs, walking reduced to a simple shuffle. He turned his amber eyes to look at the female doctor-lady. A smile appeared on his face, head cocking to the side in confusion as to why she stopped. {This must be the lady who's gonna make us better!} Mike cheerfully thought, getting a reply from Jace, {Oh shut the hell up.} Michael sighed, but remained silent in his own mind, anything that he would have to say would only make things worse.


They were put into a room, and chained to a heavy metal desk. "You're going to be meeting your therapist here soon. She shouldn't be long," one of the men who had brought him in said, and Mike smiled sweetly at him, nodding, "Okie dokie Officer-man." So they waited, Jace getting increasingly annoyed that they were even in this situation. He didn't take control, though, having no reason to at this point. He couldn't break the restraints anyhow.
 
Lacey watched them quietly with curious eyes. She shook her head and walked off to her office. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside and set her stuff down on the desk near the back of the room. She looked around and spotted the new file on her desk. Humming quietly, she sat down in her chair and picked up the new file, starting to flip through it.


"Split personality, huh?" Lacey murmured to herself and leaned back into her chair. She read over the entire file a few times and started to gather up what she'd need. Micheal's file, pens, papers, clipboard to hold the paper... Nodding to herself, she picked up the items and walked towards the door. She closed the door behind her and walked down the hall. Reaching over, she turned the door knob and pushed open the door to the interrogation room, glancing towards Micheal quietly. She didn't utter a word and walked into the room, closing the door behind her before walking towards the table.
 
The instant that Lacey walked in, Mike smiled brightly, "Hello Miss-Doctor-Person! I was wondering when anybody was gonna walk in." He looked her over as she went to the table, "You're really pretty, Miss-Doctor. It's nice to meet you! You've got lots of papers, huh? What're they all for? I'm sorry you have to work with us. Jace is a meanie, and Michael's all sad. I'm happy though! At least you get to talk to me for now!" He was practically beaming, smiling like an excited child and bouncing in his chair a little, "What's your name anyways, Doctor Lady?" His voice was also a little more high pitched than one would imagine it'd be with someone of his stature and general looks.


He yawned big, leaning back in his chair before leaning forward and resting his head on the table, "Do I have to be here Lady? Jace'll get mad, and then people will get hurt. Well... people get hurt either inside or outside... but still! People in here would get hurt, and you seem nice, and so we shouldn't put you in harm's way." He pouted, and looked up at her again with wide, curious eyes.
 
Lacey looked up towards Mike as he started talking and raised an eyebrow curiously as she listened to him. She sat down in the chair across from his and straightened out her skirt, listening to him quietly.


"Hello." She spoke up after he stopped talking for a moment and cleared her throat. "I am Lacey and you are..." She trailed off for a moment and looked at the file in front of her, glancing at the name on it. "Micheal?" Glancing up, she waited for a reaction and hummed lightly. "I need a lot of papers for something like this. They're to help me take notes." She explained and then chuckled at his behavior, making a mental note of it. "Yes, you do have to be here." Nodding, she grabbed her pen and her clipboard, leaning back into her seat. "And why will people get hurt?" She asked with a small and concerned frown.
 
"I don't like being called Michael. That's the other one. That's the regular one. I'm Mike. I'm just kind of happy," he explained, smiling and looking at her getting her materials together. He sighed, "Well, Jace doesn't like people very much. He likes what's inside of people, but not people as people. They're just cartridges for him. I don't like the way that he thinks of people, and Michael really doesn't like it." Mike paused, taking a breath, "So, people will get hurt because he'll get hungry. He might hurt people for annoying him too. Heck, he might just hurt people for fun, or for getting in his way, or... Well really lots of stuff."


Mike frowned and squirmed, "I don't really want to be here... If Jace gets all mad, I won't be able to help it, and that's a sucky feeling." He pouted, "Can I have some water?"
 
Lacey blinked in slight confusion but nodded and wrote that down. She listened to him talk and hummed lightly in thought.


"And who is Jace?" Lacey asked curiously and tilted her head to the side as she thought about what he was saying. He likes what's inside of people? What did that mean? It wasn't adding up in her mind but it was fairly obvious what he meant. "What does he like that;s inside of people?" She raised an eyebrow and crossed one leg over the other as she thought about it. "Water? I'll have to ask one of the guards." Frowning lightly, she set her stuff down and got out of her chair, going over towards the door.
 
"Jace is the meanie, I already explained that. He's the other one of us. Another personality, you would say," he said, exasperated, "He likes what is inside of people. You know, blood." He tapped his arm as best as he could while in the restraints, pointing it out more-so that that was what he meant. When she got up, going to the door, Mike's demeanor changed into Jace's suddenly. He got very quiet, looking at the woman with clear annoyance. He watched her silently, like a practiced predator.


When she came back, he smiled a tiny bit, "Water... So silly. What I need is a warm glass of O-. You could volunteer your own, if you wouldn't mind. I would be extra gentle with you." He grinned, flashing his fangs just a little at her, teasing her, "You should let me out... Let me go, and you wouldn't be among the one's hurt. Heck, maybe I could even give you a little gift." He grinned again, this time his fangs gone, retracted back to the size of normal canines. His voice was smooth, and much deeper, with a little growl to it.
 
Lacey came back and set the Styrofoam cup down in front of Jace. She didn't utter a word to him and sat back down in her chair, looking towards him with a blank look across her face.


"And why would I volunteer my own?" She raised an eyebrow and leaned back into her seat as she watched him quietly. Crossing her arms, she studied his behavior and kept quiet for a moment. "Sorry, not happening." She shook her head and crossed one leg over the other. Uncrossing her arms, she reached forward and grabbed her clipboard and pen once again. "A little gift? And what would you give me?" She raised an eyebrow and looked up towards him.
 
"Well you're no fun," Jace mused, looking at the Styrofoam cup in annoyance, before sighing and sipping at it, "Wouldn't you like to know the gift... Too bad for you, I am stuck here. So, it doesn't matter what the gift is, Lacey dear. Now then, are you going to actually be productive, or just play therapist? It's rather boring." He fell silent again, yawning and leaning back into his chair. He kept on watching though, eyes locked onto her. After a while, he spoke again, "Ask some questions or something. Some actually interesting ones. I don't want to be here, so you might as well make my stay amusing. Ask about my life, or whatever other s*** therapists ask. I've never been to one, so I wouldn't know." He tugged on the chain that held him absentmindedly, it wasn't his fault that broad was so annoying. He just didn't expect her to scream so damned loudly.
 
(I gotta go! I shall post again soon!)


 


kinadra said:
"Well you're no fun," Jace mused, looking at the Styrofoam cup in annoyance, before sighing and sipping at it, "Wouldn't you like to know the gift... Too bad for you, I am stuck here. So, it doesn't matter what the gift is, Lacey dear. Now then, are you going to actually be productive, or just play therapist? It's rather boring." He fell silent again, yawning and leaning back into his chair. He kept on watching though, eyes locked onto her. After a while, he spoke again, "Ask some questions or something. Some actually interesting ones. I don't want to be here, so you might as well make my stay amusing. Ask about my life, or whatever other s*** therapists ask. I've never been to one, so I wouldn't know." He tugged on the chain that held him absentmindedly, it wasn't his fault that broad was so annoying. He just didn't expect her to scream so damned loudly.
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Lacey resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sighed quietly. She grabbed her clipboard and pen and leaned back into her seat, watching his behavior quietly.


"I would like to be productive." She nodded and kept her blank face up even with his insults spilling out. Shifting lightly, she crossed one leg over the other and hummed quietly. "Well, what caused your behavior?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and looking up towards him.


(Sorry about the bad reply :( It's early and I'm about to leave lol)
 
"Productivity might come forth from actually talking to your patient as though they are still a person, instead of a number, or just a name on a page," Jace looked her square in the eye, glaring a bit, "Ms. Lacey. You should know this already. You aren't new to this job by any means, at least you don't look like you are. Am I mistaken?" He sighed, looking up at the ceiling with a slight grimace, "It was caused by that damned Elder asshat. So damn entitled..." Jace looked at the cup again with contempt, taking another small sip, "I need a drink of blood at some point in the next week or I won't be feeling so hot, mentally or physically. Could you make sure I have my sustenance?"
 
Lacey was quiet and sat there as she listened to him, sighing quietly when he finished. She ignored the first part of his little speech and nodded as she listened to the last part, making little notes.


"I will try to do that but I make no promises." She shook her head and looked towards Jace quietly. "Sorry, dear, but I doubt they'll believe me when I tell them that a vampire is in this place." Frowning lightly, she toyed with her pen and looked thoughtful. "And why did you hate the Elder?" She asked and tilted her head lightly.
 
"Lovely. Just fantastic. I really don't feel like being stuck here... But hey, at least its something to do, I guess," Jace said, sighing, full of frustration, "Ah... He was an entitled prick. That's why I hated him. Asshole killed my sires for making me the way they did. Not getting permission or something. I don't know. I wasn't told. I was supposed to either get killed, or submit to their rule. I didn't want to just give it up to him, I like my freedom, and I don't want some strange vampiric mind control hovering over me. They also killed my family... so, I killed the one who tried to take me out. The others backed off, but he did get me good on my cheek before I took him out. I was too fast for him, I guess." Jace brought his hand up and touched the light scars along his cheeks. In the right light, they could barely be seen, the pale color of them only a shade or two off from his regular skin. If it were dark enough, on the other hand, they'd almost glow with a magical light, pulsing brighter and darker slowly.


(Sorry for it taking so long! I didn't abandon it!)
 
kinadra said:
"Lovely. Just fantastic. I really don't feel like being stuck here... But hey, at least its something to do, I guess," Jace said, sighing, full of frustration, "Ah... He was an entitled prick. That's why I hated him. Asshole killed my sires for making me the way they did. Not getting permission or something. I don't know. I wasn't told. I was supposed to either get killed, or submit to their rule. I didn't want to just give it up to him, I like my freedom, and I don't want some strange vampiric mind control hovering over me. They also killed my family... so, I killed the one who tried to take me out. The others backed off, but he did get me good on my cheek before I took him out. I was too fast for him, I guess." Jace brought his hand up and touched the light scars along his cheeks. In the right light, they could barely be seen, the pale color of them only a shade or two off from his regular skin. If it were dark enough, on the other hand, they'd almost glow with a magical light, pulsing brighter and darker slowly.
(Sorry for it taking so long! I didn't abandon it!)
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Lacey nodded as she listened to him and jot down some notes. She wrote down the key phrases he would use and some important details. Her eyes drifted over the page and she hummed lightly. She glanced up as he finished talking and frowned lightly light at how he touched his cheek.


"Well..." She trailed off and then bit her lip. She wasn't sure what to say in this sort of setting. Sighing quietly, she pushed her hair out of her face and looked towards him. "And your sires are the one that made you what you are?" She raised an eyebrow curiously. "And they got killed for that?" How odd. She's never heard of such a thing.
 
(Finals week and everything. The world's exploding. -huff-)


Jace glared at Lacey, before sighing and nodding, "Like I just said. Yes. I hate having to repeat myself. Or is it just that hard to believe?" He smirked, "They killed my sires, because they went against the rules. They started to change me when I was young, and they have rules against that." Jace leaned back in his chair, "Listen, you wanna talk to Michael? You already talked to me and Mike, so I figure might as well get the whole group in there. He's what we call the original. The one that isn't murderous and wants to drink people dry. Eh. Might as well." The switch after that was obvious. Jace, now Michael, fell back off the chair. Jace had been leaning over backwards, and so when they switched, his balance was off. He squeaked and squirmed until he was against the wall, looking at Lacey. "Wh-what the heck? Where am I..? What the hell happened, and why... Gods damn it!" He hugged his legs to his chest, head resting against his knees, "Jace again... F**k! How many people are dead this time??"
 
( xD Jeez)


One of Lacey's eyebrows raised, more out of curiosity, and watched him as he spoke. She wasn't sure what to think at his words and just nodded quietly. Getting up quickly as he fell out of his chair, she hurried over to him and knelt down in front of him.


"Hey, calm down. It's alright." A small frown was on her lips as she looked at him. She could tell he wasn't a danger and reached forward, gently grasping one of his hands in her own in a comforting manner. "I will tell you. Just come sit back down." Smiling lightly to make him feel better, she gently tugged on his hand and stood up. "Everything will be fine. You just need to listen to me and not freak out. I don't want to resort to calling in the guards." She frowned lightly and shook her head.
 
Michael blinked in confusion, standing with her, "Okay... Maybe this is just some weird blood lust dream. I'm not going to hurt you... At least, not this part of me anyways... I am a little surprised you didn't run away or something... I mean, you aren't a vampire, and you certainly don't smell like a werewolf. Most other things are at least a little wary of vampires. Certainly one that has killed an elder vampire at the very least." He grimaced lightly, looking around the room, "I'm not freaking out really, that ship has sailed a long time ago. I was just startled by the change in atmosphere." He smiled politely at Lacey, "Regardless of this strange occasion, its a little rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Michael Jace McLauren. You can see where the little split offs from me get their names. Jace for some reason likes my middle name... and Mike just likes to shorten my name..." His smile turned back into a frown, and he sighed, "How many people did Jace hurt this time? He finds it amusing to not let me know... I don't really know how it all works, but I know he finds it amusing to hurt people. This whole mess has left me with such a horrible blood lust. Its hard to resist, and Jace doesn't care to resist it in the least..." He looked around again, thinking, "So, you probably have papers about me, what about you? Care to tell me a bit about yourself?"
 
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