Investigator's name: Luc Degoul
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Place of Birth: Arkham, Ma
Degrees: Ba, Miscatonic U
Occupation: Photographer
Background:
Born in the autumn of 1896 in Arkham. His parents moved from Canada in
the late 1800-century and moved into Rivertown. His father worked with Gregor
Weilder, a glassblower where he stayed until he died of cardiac infarction.
Meanwhile Luc had graduated from Miskatonic University. He started to work
at "Walters' optics and fancy toys", but after his father's death
he moved to Boston where he went back to the school bench. There he learned
about journalism, though his funds ran short and he managed to get a job
as a police photographer, where he picked up the "art" of firearms.
Though, one day in the winter of 1923, at the scene of a murder, the police
were gathering evidence and taking photos of the crime scene. Luc were photographing
the bedroom where a number of child carcasses were scattered like a two-year-old
child had used them as dolls. He heard loud voices from living room, but
didn't pay attention, not until the first gunshot, then another and another
and another. Luc were petrified. Even when his fear was hammering against
his throat, choking, he just had to know what happened. Fumbling after his
Colt .45 Automatic, suddenly realizing that he never used to carry the gun.
Luc sneaked to the living room, where the scrams of horror and pain flew
like a river. He didn't dare to look, not until the screams had died out,
gently round the corner staring into a fog of a 6 foot 10 creature with
long arms and talons that dripped of dark red blood. It's head swayed from
side to side, staring at Luc like he were something of great wonder.At least
is that what Luc says he remembers, as a neighbor found him in the apartment
soaked in blood and bits of flesh. Apparently he had blacked out, and were
dismissed from the force and sent to a sanitarium for recovery. He stayed
there for a few months, until he managed to bribe himself out of there.Now
he had enough money to move back to Arkham where he bought himself a house
and got himself a job at the Arkham Advertiser. He was successful but grew
tired of his boss Harvey Gedney and left the newspaper to start on his own.
Though he still takes some jobs for the Advertiser, but he runs his own
schedule. His mother still lives in the old house and his three brothers
are scattered around Massachusetts, though his young sister still lives
in Arkham.