Creepypasta Name : The Agent Actual name: Camille Laurence Also known as/ Nickname: Camie (Anyone whose teasing her), Miss Laurence (Slender), Miss Gentlemen (Sally), The French (Jeff) Date of birth: 05/02 1992 Age: 32 Gender : Human Weight: 181 lbs Height: 6'6" or 198 cm Birthplace: New Orleans, Louisiana
RELATIONS
Mother: Ariana Laurence (Dead) Father: Noir Laurence (Dead) Sister: Odette Smith (Alive) Adoptive Father: James O'Niel (Alive) Niece: Elodie Smith (Alive) Brother-in-Law: Dante Smith (Alive) friends : Jane, Bloody Painter, Judge Angel, Puppeteer, Sally, EJ Relationship status: Single
APPEARANCE
Body structure: She's a tall lady with a prominently lean muscle structure. Smooth, meaty arms and legs with a strong core to match. A good butt should be noted. With an average sized chest. Usual fashion: She likes wearing fancy things, just overall very un-casual for casual. Suits, ties, button-ups, classy jewelry, heels, oxfords. Just incredibly elegant. Jewellery or accessories: Black gloves and a silver wristwatch Scar(s): She's got a bullet wound on her right side and a stab wound on her ankle. Hair colour: Charcoal Hair length: Short Eye colour: Gray Skin tone: Pale Ivory
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ABOUT THEM
Personality: Calm, well-mannered, polite, a gentlemen are all terms which could be used to describe her. She has fondness for being tidy, most especially in her appearance. So she makes sure she's always well-groomed and smells well. She's casually affectionate, doting on and flirting with people without a second thought about it. Suave. That's another word to describe her, smooth one could say. She does not get easily flustered and will very quickly make a move on the person she aims her affections at. Let this more charismatic side fool you however, she is highly intelligent and always planning something. Likes: Wine, card games, good suits, Sherlock Holmes, The Radio, Chess Dislikes: Cheap beer, asking her if she goes 'hon hon hon', blackberries, summer scented candles Reason for killing: Vengeance for her father. Hobbies: Gambling, reading, wine collecting, calligraphy, collecting ties, listening to the French radio Catchphrase: "La vie continue" Weapon(s) of choice: A handgun and a pretty vintage knife she found Talent(s): She's really good at card games and Pool, like, REALLY good. She can do cool tricks and everything. Target(s): Anyone who reminds her of the people which caused her father so much trouble
PAST
— Her parents were french immigrants coming to America after deciding the small French town they grew up in was no place to raise children with big dreams. They opened a small diner under their apartment where she would spend much of her childhood along with her younger sister. She was a child-prodigy. Best of her grade every year without falter. As she grew older she was resented and envied by other children for her abilities. Her father was a detective back in France. Though a lot of what happened to him came back to haunt them even after they moved. He so good, to good. That ex-foes took his retirement as prime time to get their revenge. And they tried. Car accidents, break-ins, planned shootings, they tried everything. But they didn't take into account one thing. Camille. Camille who was just like her father. Maybe even better. She inherited a lot of things from her father, his love of mystery, manners, his love of gentleman's clothing, and his hunger for Turkish eggs. Her mother was a doting woman, encouraging her education but also being certain she did not forget her french roots. Packing her traditional french foods for lunch and snack. These all further distanced her from other children. Her only friend was her sister, the two, although they fought, were practically conjoined at the hip. Just 3 months before she was going to turn 12 her father died of lung cancer. Or so that was the story. In truth, a man had been payed off to assassinate her father. How did they know? Because Camille was in the car when it happened. Her father pulled over to help give some man directions and in all but two seconds a gun was pulled and her father shot. No one believed her. They covered the wounds. Sealed them up. Paid the doctors. Paid the policeman. Paid the news people. Her mother was so despaired she took to the pill and later over-dosed barely a week later. Her and her sister were placed in Foster care where they went through many, many bad homes. Camille had enough of it and just took her sister one night before running away. She had it planned out. From what route they would go to the train they would take. She was smart, too smart. No one could catch her. So smart she managed to trick the same man who killed into taking her and her sister in, so smart that he was none the wiser. Age 18. Senior year of high school. Her Cap and Gown have long been discarded from a Graduation she breezed through. Gun in hand, her sister out with her newest boyfriend, she kills him in their apartment but manages to perfectly frame it on a break in. No one is none the wiser. She doesn't need cash when she's the perfect liar. And that's how it starts. The anger, the need to take it out. So she starts a life-long hunt to track down people like the ones responsible for her father's murder. The schemers. The manipulators. She does not care that she had stooped to their level because to everyone else she's still Camille. Innocent Camille. Camille who teaches History at the local high school. Camille who is everyone's favorite neighbor. Camille, who they never will know is so much angrier than she has ever let on. Because Camille is not angry about crime, it happens, and if she wasn't so smart the very idea of vengeance would be futile. She knows this. No. She's angry that they dared to think money was all they needed to escape it. No. She's mad about corporate greed and mad about how the people she looked up to for so long turned out to be pigs. Money. Money. It's all about the money, and what these people seem to forget is that money will get you far into modern society. But Humanitys ego is plentiful and Camille knows how to pull it in all the right ways. And thats how The Agent came to be.
FAVORITES
Color: Black Least favourite color: Anything Neon Song: La mer - Charles Trenet Food: Turkish Eggs Drink: Black Tea/Coffee Literature: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Most prized possession: Her fathers wristwatch
EXTRA
- She still teaches history at a local high school - She often has moments where she speaks in both French and English, especially if she forgets a word in English - When she first debuted police thought she worked for the mafia, others theorized she was a hitman - Her and Puppeteer team up to set Judge Angel and Bloody Painter up on dates. - She spoils Sally rotten. Seriously. Slender can't keep up. - Will casually flirt with anyone without even knowing - If Jeff or EJ aren't home she's responsible for giving Smile Dog a bath because she's the only other person he'll trust to bathe him. And by 'trust' we mean one of the few who does not mind wrestling him down into the tub. - She's got a thing for men with long hair and pretty faces.
