Moreau, Raoul

[Raoul]

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• NAME:Raoul Miguel Moreau
  
• ALIAS:Frankenstein, Big Boy, Piggy (Never Ever Call Him This If You Wish To Live!), Freak
  
• BIRTH DATE:April 21st
  
• AGE IN 2006:31
  

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• LOOKS:
  • Height:7'0
    
  • Weight:323 lbs.
    
  • Hair Color:Naturally a reddish brown but he keeps it bald now
    
  • Other Details:
  
  Raoul is a towering, heavy-set man with a smooth hairless body that houses numerous muscles, especially about his chest and arms with a dash of subtly defined abs. On his broad shoulders is a large head that is as hairless as the rest of him, including the fact he has no eyebrows over the dark hued eyes he inherited from his mother's Latin heritage.
  
• PLAY BY:Glen Jacobs
  

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• OUTWARD PERSONA:
  Raoul is a highly unstable man with a temper that could quite possibly put the Incredible Hulk to shame in its intensity. So most tend to view him as a monster that will rip them apart with his bare hands, which he is happy to let others believe it. However, this doesn't mean it isn't true. Raoul has killed and there is a great possibility he could do it again if the situation present itself. Most of the time, however, he seems like a quiet intimidating man who prefers to keep things to himself.
  
• DEEPER DETAILS:
  What no one knows about Raoul is he is a troubled man, tortured everyday by his destructive past. It started with the death of his parents, which left him in the hospital with minor wounds while killing them. It left him wrestling with severe depression and a vulnerability that his uncle used to get to him. Then his self-esteem was weeded down into near nothingness until he stole it back by killing his abuser but it is still damaged. He is very much like a child building his self-esteem back up, sensitive to the insults and cruelty of other people. Raoul will lash out with violence at the drop of a hat, making him quite an unpredictable prisoner.
  

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• CAREER:Unemployed/Trust fund baby
  
• LOCATION:Formerly Psych Ward; Fox River, Gen Pop
  
• CRIME:
  Second degree murder
  Assault/Battery
  Attempted Murder
  
• SENTENCE:Thirty-two years
  
• TOOLS OF THE TRADE:His blunt strength mainly but is fully capable of making a shank if it is necessary.
  
• AFFILIATION:None but quite possibly will join with Mama
  

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• BIRTHPLACE:Baton Rouge, Louisiana
  
• FAMILY:
  Mother- Maria Lopez- Moreau
  Father- Dante Moreau
  Sister- Catherine Moreau Green
  
• FRIENDS: His abuser/uncle was his only friend (or thought he was before he killed him)
  
• SCHOOLING:High school graduate
  
• HISTORY:
  --Before Raoul--
  Dante Moreau was a wealthy businessman in the city of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He was a shrewd and ruthless man who was more successful in the board room then in the bedroom. Women either found him morally repulsive or they didn't find him attractive at all cause of his weight issues. However, that all changed when he met Maria Lopez. She was a beautiful exotic woman with Latin roots and a fury nature that set Dante ablaze with desire. So when they were married and pregnant with their first child in the first year it wasn't all that surprising. Their first born was their daughter Catherine, a striking child who had inherited her father's difficulty with weight but her bubbly personality easily made up for it.
  
  ---His beginnings---
  Catherine was fourteen when her parents found out they were expecting their second child. Dante was extremely excited to discover that they would be having a son, something he had longed for. When Raoul was born he was adored by his parents and treated like a little prince as he grew into a red-haired chubby little boy. But unlike his sister Raoul was more withdrawn and shy, preferring his own company to that of other people. When he attended school the others sensed weakness in the large boy and exploited it by taunting him with cruel words and names. Slowly that shy little boy began to suffer from a mixture of anger and depression that concerned his parents. That concern was short lived when they were in a terrible car accident, leaving the thirteen year old Raoul in the hospital with broken bones while killing both of them.
  
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  Catherine was a young successful women much like father when they died tragically and orphaned their young son. She could have took him but chose not to for unknown reasons, leaving him to the care of his uncle Jean-Paul and his wife Lisa. At first it seemed like a prefect place for the troubled Raoul to heal his physical and mental wounds but that was an illusion. Jean-Paul developed an unhealthy obsession for Raoul. His uncle seduced him into a 'relationship' with him behind the back of his wife, convincing him that Lisa was a terrible wife and Raoul was the only one who could make him happy. What developed between them was a twisted incestuous affair that when on for many, many years.
  
  ---Adulthood & Prison---
  When most young people were going to college Raoul was still living with his uncle and wife. His uncle had made sure to keep firm control on him by weeding away at his self-confidence and lying to others that his nephew wasn't mentally right. Truth was that Raoul was suffering. It all started when Lisa informed Raoul that she was fully aware of the affair and instead of trying to help him she called him a 'slut' and other terrible names. Instead of attacking her he stewed in his anger until Jean-Paul returned that night. When he tried to instigate another sexual encounter Raoul refused and Jean-Paul became angry and started beating him. The larger man overpowered Jean-Paul and in a fit of rage took up an axe and murdered him. He then turned his attention upon to Lisa, who had come to investigate her husband's screams. Raoul attacked her but he managed to get away from him, though with serious injuries. In his grief of what he had done he gathered the body of his slain uncle and laid down with it on the bed. He was found minutes later by the police spooning with the bloody corpus. Raoul had to be physically removed from his uncle's side and placed into the police car. After hours of interrogation Raoul didn't confess but attacked one of his interrogators, placing him into a cell to await a psychiatrist to speak to him. He was found sane enough to stand trial and with the help of his good lawyer he was found guilty of second-degree murder, assault and battery, and attempted murder. Raoul was given thirty-two years for his crimes. He was send to Fox River, but the first few days on the inside Raoul had a violent break down and was placed in the psych ward of the prison. He has now been released back into Gen Pop, the question is was that an entirely good idea?
  

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Raoul laid on his bed in the darkness, replaying the morning's events in his mind while he listened to the subtle noises of the house around him. Lisa had really gotten under his skin with the nasty names she had chosen to call him, claiming that he had been scheming to steal her husband from the first start. But in fact it had been Jean-Paul who had seduced him so many years ago when he first came to their home to live. It was painful to think she believed he was that devious, he was just a simple minded child or least that was what his uncle had been telling him all this time. Nothing could be further from the truth.

The brawny male slowly rolled onto his side at the familiar sound of someone entering his room. It was, of course, Jean-Paul making his weekly 'visit' to his seemingly slumbering nephew. Gently he eased himself onto the bed next to the shirtless man, massaging his hand over his warm skin. Raoul grimaced at his touch, pulling himself away still upset. Jean-Paul frowned while he halted his gentle caresses “What's wrong?” He asked staring at his bare back. “I don't want to..” Raoul replied surprisingly firm, pulling his sheet up over his body. A clear expression of anger formed upon his features as he shifted, pulling Raoul around so he could look him in the face “What do you mean you don't want to?!” He said in an enraged tone “I don't care what you want!” The older male was so overcome by rage he started to rain down a hail of fists onto his squirming and yelling nephew, who was trying desperately to get away from him. With a roar he pushed him off of him, throwing him clear of the bed and Raoul pounced onto him, his self-control gone as he started to beat him sense-less.

Finding that the beating didn't seem to satisfy his blood lust, Raoul searched in the red haze of his anger for a weapon. What he found was an axe. He returned to the room, a mad look in his dark eyes with the axe raised high ready to strike. Jean-Paul peered up from the carpet floor “Raoul!... Raoul!... Please! Don't do it! It's me! Jean-Paul!” He pleaded with his crazed nephew, his hands raised to protect himself. However, all of it was futile as he brought the axe blade down into Jean-Paul's chest. Precious blood sprayed upon the smooth flesh of the mad man and more poured upon the floor as he tugged the weapon free from the twitching body of his dying uncle.

It was this time that Lisa, Jean-Paul's wife, had entered the doorway. She was horrified by the gory scene that laid out before her. Unable to hold in her terror, she released a bloodcurdling scream that made the gore covered Raoul to twist about to meet her. He then turned his attention upon her, stepping backwards as he advanced upon her, bloodstained weapon swinging at her petite body. The blade caught her in the side, ripping a large yet not entirely life-threatening gash. Raoul pulled it free once more, but unlike her husband Lisa was able to make a break for it while cradling her injury. Oddly Raoul didn't follow her, instead he returned to his bedroom, which by this time was an atrocious crime scene. He dropped the axe as the realization of what he had done came into focus, his eyes fixed on the corpus of the man who had been his world since he was thirteen years old. Raoul dropped to his knees beside him, his bloody hands reached out to him and shook him like he thought he could rouse him from death “Jean-Paul? Jean-Paul?” He called to him in utter desperation but it was useless, Jean-Paul was dead. Raoul seemed to realize this as he pulled the dead man against him, holding him close “I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it,” Raoul cried like it were a mantra he had to repeat over and over.

[Mama]

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