“Man is a complex being: he makes deserts bloom - and lakes die.”― Gil Scott-Heron
( lucien Laviscount, cis man, he/him ) SPOTTED: HENRI BROOKS in new york city! heard the THIRTY-FIVE year old belongs to THE RESERVE as a CON ARTIST. word on the streets is that they can be CHARMING but they can also be SELFISH
Born and raised in the Bronx, Henri has always loved his city and his home. The oldest of two, he did whatever he could to help out his parents and be a role model for his sister. And for most of his life he succeeded. He got good grades, went to one of the best high schools in the city and even found himself with a full ride to Harvard. But after one year in Cambridge, the homesickness got to him and he struggled to balance between his academic life and his real life.
In the middle of his first summer back home, his father fell ill, and the decision was pretty much made for him. With his father unable to work and his mother working far too many shifts, he dropped out and got a job in construction, working all sorts of hours to make sure his parents could keep their house and his sister had what she needed to go to school. He never complained about any of this, and even though his parents carried deep shame about it, they were grateful for everything he did.
His father would eventually recover, but not enough to go back to work. The family eventually moved into a smaller apartment they could afford, but it only made Henri want to earn more money. He took every odd job, every single shift. In the little free time he had, he would read and study, determined to form his own education since he was pretty sure he'd never make it back to school. Through his odd jobs, he eventually found his way to the Harrigan family. So different from his own, but he grew a fondness for them, a kind of protectiveness he only felt for his own family.
Backed by the Harrigans’ wealth and benefits, Henri dedicated his time to whatever they needed. He learned the game, learned how to get things from people who usually wouldn't say yes to them. He learned about the casinos and the nightlife scene, doing what he could to help them stay steady, and after a while, he found his role.
Con Artist had never been at the top of his career goal lists, but with a charming smile and a head full of facts, he found that he was pretty good at getting information from people without trying much. And in doing so he helped the Harrigans maintain their status, make good money and see a lot of good reasons to keep him around.
Headcanons:
Owns his dream car, a Ford Thunderbird. Is very particular about it. Will only take it out if there's guaranteed parking, otherwise, he loves jumping a turnstile to take the train. He hasn't paid train fare in a long time.
Lives in a house he bought for himself in the Bronx. He likes to tend to his little garden and learn how to grow his own vegetables. Lowkey a doomsday prepper. Really invested in cultivating his own survival skills.
Has many fake ids and passports. Big on disguises, especially when they're kind of ridiculous.
Big on sports, especially during the summer. If he's not working he's either at a Knicks or Liberty game. He likes to take most of his dates to Yankees Games.
Plays in his local basketball rec league and soccer. Stays outside. Probably a bit too much.
Loves to lie. Most of the shit out of his mouth is a lie.
Collector of sneakers, trading cards, and other people's possessions.
Does not care if you talk shit about him but if it's about someone he loves he goes a little bonkers.
Here for a good time and a long time.
