#lawrencebio

See, Lawrence rather enjoys the moniker he’s picked up, mainly due to its monstrous origins. Argus Panoptes. The Hundred-Eyed monster of Greek mythology. It’s excessive...and it’s on point.

Not only did Lawrence have an eye on every street corner, on every dirty alley someone might run down to get away from him, and on every corrupt cop’s dashboard, but his reach was as encompassing as all those eyes. You could never escape him.

And although that is a pretty great nickname for the man with the metaphorical, unblinking gaze over what he considers his city— it’s what he does to those unlucky few he targets that earned Lawrence his nickname. 

Somewhere in the shadowy chateau he calls home, living like an entitled king, is a room solely for the e y e s. In the handcrafted nooks in an ornate wall in one of his many ballrooms lay jar upon yellow-tinged jar with a floating pair of human eyes in them. He’ll gladly show it off if asked about it; it’s his magnum opus after all.

Lawrence would be the first to tell you he always liked attention and that seeking attention is never as bad as people make it out to be. It’s not shallow, it’s just the desire of a man who knows he deserves the limelight. So he did the rational thing and made a room where all eyes were on him.

Many of his competitors in both the criminal world and his public-facing cybersecurity firm, Io Industries, have gone missing. Many of those that refused his business deals and generous offers to work with him suddenly vanished. And he’ll allude to the fact that their eyes may be somewhere in that room.

He’s gotten good at it too— he's made special tools to better serve his little hobby; he didn’t want the eyes damaged after all. They needed to be pristine. They needed to be perfect. 

And if you ask him why, he’ll take you by the chin, lifting your head up as you stand at the center of that unsettling room, surrounded by his presence and the creeping sensation of all those dead eyes staring down at you. "Well, darlin'— why not?"