FACILIER, louis bernard

[LOUIS BERNARD FACILIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] LOUIS BERNARD FACILIER ------------------------------------------------- NICKNAMES Dr. Facilier AGE 295 years old (looks twenty-seven) GENDER Male SPECIES Hybrid (warlockximmortal) ALLIANCE Darkside SEXUALITY Heterosexual PLAY-BY Jake Gyllenhaal YOUR ALIAS D-d-d-dino ------------------------------------------------- I. SING ME TO SLEEP

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"Dreams do come true in New Orleans"

The first signs of magic are always the subtle ones. A small bulb of light from the palm of your hand. Not literally ofcourse, that only happens in movies. It was actually Louis' mother who taught him. The hushed words of the spells, the glittering gemstones in the darkness of the midnight. He was five. It was 1718, the year that New Orleans was founded in the South of the United States of America. It was a city filled with music, laughter.. witchcraft. It had the charm a city like Salem missed, and yet there were more and more people afraid. Terribly afraid. Louis had never known who his father was. He knew his mother came from a long, poweful pureblood line of witches and warlocks, and that she was disowned when she turned out to be in love with an immortal. A big sacrifice, that turned out to be worthless.

"Pay attention, Louie.."

Louis' dark eyes focussed on the flame, on the stones, on all that his mother was trying to teach him. On the background you heard ragtime and dixieland, merged with old styles of the blues. It calmed him down. In New Orleans, people didn't sleep. They made music at night, they lounged during day time, but the city always continued filling with the lovely music. But focus, his mother had said. Focus. He felt the energy his mother was emerging, he felt the warmth that rushed to his cheeks, even as a five year old, and listened to the words that spilled over her lips like soft hushed words, in a language he really did not understand. When suddenly, a loud knock on the door awoke both of them from their trance. There was a loud male's voice yelling at them.

"Louis, get in there, and be very quiet. Just go."[/i] His mother hissed, pushing him towards the wardrobe. Louis looked around at her, hesitating. "But mommy-" Louis, go!"[/i] Her voice was full of hurry, full of worry and desperation because he was just standing there. Giving him a slight shove towards the wardrobe, his mother went to open the door, while Louis hid in the closet, peeking through the keyhole. Again there was a loud man's voice yelling at her, and his mother's pleas went through his soul. He saw a female, a beautiful, young female with emerald green eyes. And she was just standing there, a vicious smile glued to her lips as both of them heard his mother's yells, screams and pleas to let her go. Suddenly, a slam of the door, and the silence came. Louis looked again, but the woman was gone. She hadn't done a thing.

The next day, when Louis finally dared to come out of the wardrobe, it was that he discovered what had happened. His mother had been persecuted, because she was a witch. They had lit her on fire and watched her burn to death. He was all alone. And he was only five years old.

II. MAMA ODIE[/size]

"Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?"

It's the year 1730. By now Louis is 17 years old. He looks grubby and dirty, but only because he did not treat Mama Odie well today. He couldn't help it, he was just a little down. He's always like that on his mother's day of death. When Leanna Facilier had been killed, Louis had been living on the streets for about to years, when Mama Odie sensed what he was. Who he was. Mama Odie was the leader of a big group of witches and warlocks, who were hiding out against the many prosecutions from the regular citizens. Mama Odie was the first who felt the enormous amount of power that was holding itself in Louis' small being. He was talented, and thus, he became her own pupil. A title that was an honour to receive. The first couple of weeks, Louis had been resisting because practicing witchcraft only reminded him of his mother and what had happened to her. But slowly his resistance faded, and he saw it as a nice way to keep up her legacy. All the witches and warlocks noticed how his talent and potential power was something that could outshine their own, because he was a hybrid and they were not.

Mama Odie, we can not let this guy stay with us. We know nothing about him, he's partly supernatural, he could be dangerous."

There were always people in a group who were jealous of those who excelled them, and jealousy made them vicious. Mama Odie always protected Louis and kept him in her group. Which in the end caused a rift to begin. A part of the group tore off the big hide-out group and got back into the open again, hidden and undercover ofcourse. But that didn't stop them from spreading rumours. Things were not safe. Mama Odie and the others kept on moving, kept on educating Louis. He was talented, he was powerful. And his powers only grew. He could tell everything about a person by looking at their aura, what their weaknesses and strenghts were and where to get them. He was only seventeen, when he was sent into the woods to get some herbs.

Suddenly he saw her again. The blonde girl that he had seen when he was five. The one who refused to help his mother but just stood there, watching and laughing, as if it was the best thing she had ever seen. Time hadn't seemed to change her, but Louis knew that in time, he wouldn't be changing anymore either. "Hey!" He called out as she moved away again, running after her. But she was fast, and all he could do was try to keep with her, which he couldn't. Then again, a deafening scream in the direction where the woman had disappeared off to. Louis stopped in the edge of the clearing, only to see how his entire witch/warlock community got murdered, but this time, by the blonde-haired woman. Not only his community, but also of those who had been agaisnt him, and had put up an ambush for his community. As she was done, all he could hear, was one word that crossed her lips.

"Order."

III. INCOMING NOTHING[/size]

"We're gonna take you all the way down."

The cards, the cards, the cards will tell. The past, the present, and the future as well. He repeated those phrases over and over again. The cards, the cards, just take three. Take a little trip into your future with me. He tried to lure them, to earn some money, but it was all pretty damn innocent. He was pretty damn innocent. What did you expect, from someone who was only 23? Louis Facilier was a talented warlock, who tried and tried and tried to continue on his practice. And he was good. But it all cost money, and money was something he didn't have. So instead he spent his days as 'fortune teller', earning a meagre living for himself so he could stay at the inn and have some food and at least not be a hobo. Louis felt the darkness grow around him more and more each and every day. But he was only so young. But Louis was also lonely. He had been lonely for most of his life, losing those who he cared for the most. His mother Leanna, Mama Odie.. And all because of one female.

She brought out the worst in him, he knew that. Louis had left New Orleans a while ago, because he just couldn't be there anymore. The faces, the memories they haunted him and Louis just couldn't stay there. It was too much. So he had spent his time travelling through the country, not sure where to go what to do. The only reason he in the end settled down in Birmingham, Alabama, was because it was where he found her. Her blonde hair and non-altering beauty was something that he could not miss. She was the one who had ruined everything for him, who somehow had taken a fancy in destroying his life and his feelings. Louis was a cold man, he kept a distance, he did not mangle with others. He played the cards, told people what they wanted to hear and mainly kept to himself. He did not even know her name, but she was his mission. The only one who he was after.

Until his plans got changed a little.

IV. RAZOR BLADES[/size]

"Look how she lights up the sky, my belle Evangeline"

Her hair was blonder than the rays of the sun, the golden locks shining vividly even when there was no light to reflect on it. When she smiled, the entire world seemed to become a little lighter, grow warmer, be just perfect, even if Louis really did know that it wasn't. She had a southern brawl and was the typical southern belle, her blue eyes sparkling as she told him all about herself. Evangeline Monroe did not have any limitations when it came to hospitality. She saw a twenty-five year old man, only three years older than she was, in whose eyes the lights had dimmed but could be healed. She would tell him later that that was what had drawn her to him in the first place. Her smiled, her touches, her kisses, everything was geniune. She melted Louis' stonecold heart.

Her happiness was all that mattered to him. He bought her a house, a small bungalow nevertheless since he was poor as well, but with enough for the both of them and they could be happy. He truly believed they were happy. She healed his old wounds, repaired his shattered heart and restored everything that was once broken inside of him. Evangeline, or Angie as he called her, was the only thing that still mattered to him. He practiced his magic in secret, because Angie was a human and oblivious to the supernatural world, he had gotten that from her aura the very first moment they met. Maybe it was also her aura that had drawn him to her, the beauty of the colours and the feelings and all it could tell him about her. All about her fears and her hopes and her dreams.

After they had been dating for about a year, Louis asked her to marry him. It was a warm summer's night, they had just had dinner in a fancy restaurant and were walking home through the city gardens. It was there and then that it struck him how much he loved her and he wanted her to be Evangeline Facilier for the rest of both their lives. Or well, hers, since he wasn't gonna die, nor age. Which brought him to the second dilemma. If they got married, he'd have to tell her. But first, he asked her to marry him, to make sure he only told her if it was neccessary. No need to blow your cover for nothing. Her excited squeals filled the evening air, tears of happiness streaming over her cheeks as she exclaimed a 'yes! yes i do!', hugging him tightly, kissing him. Noboby had ever made him feel the way she did. Which was why he had to tell her. Louis shove the ring aroiund her finger, before guiding her along to one of the wooden benches. Now was the time. "Angie? ... There's something I need to tell you.."

She ran away from him, screaming. At first she hadn't believed him, until he rephrased her thoughts immediately and exactly correct when holding her hand or touching her elsewhere. She was freaked out, ran, tossing his engagement ring at his head. And all Louis could do, was run after her. But once again, he came too alte.A loud scream filled the park, before everything got silent again. He saw a flash of white-blonde hair rush past, and knew enough, turning around, his head hanging. His heart had been pulled out that day, and it never grew back.

V. VOODOO DOLLS[/size]

"We got magic, good and bad
Make you happy or make you real sad
Get everything you want, lose what you had
Down here in New Orleans."

It was a profession that he hadn't really 'decided' to take, but he had anyways. Louis had always been good in pretending he meant no harm, even if he was probably one of the most dangerous people around. He lured you, talked you into things you shouldn't want, and even made you pay for it. If he talked you into selling your soul to the devil, he'd get a nice bonus from downstairs too. Yes, he was a pretender, someone who could see through you and your weaknesses and fears, and use them against you. It wasn't that he neccessarily only hated humans, that was not true, Louis just hated everybody. He had been travelling through the country for nearly 300 years now, and he was sick and tired of it. But neither could he settle down.

No, he had stuff to do, things to accomplish. He had heard the rumours, seen the white-blonde hair before she was gone again. Order was here. He called her Order, because that was the only thing he had ever heard her say. He didn't know what he had done to her, but he knew she'd have to pay for it, even if it was the last thing he did. The hybrid didn't know who she was, what she was, how old she was. He just knew she was old, and immortal too, like him. So this could be an eternal chase, but Louis knwe he wouldn't stop before he had made her pay for what she had done to him. Ripped out parts of his life that were crucial for who he was. Now there was nothing let to save about him.

Sure, Louis could pretend to be a charmer, to be nice, he could pretend to be trustworthy, but only to lure people into his trap. In a couple of hundred years, he had continued to practice his magic and by now, his power had increased out of proportions. Louis had dived himself into the arts of dark magic and Voodoo, cursing people for a living. There weren't a lot of people who knew about this though, luckily, or he'd have to leave again. Only a select few, darksiders knew about what he did and how effective it was. Louis accounted their species, discovered their weaknesses and ended up destroying them. All with a little help from his friends on the other side.

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