Simon Ducotel

[Simon]

Name: Simon Ducotel
Nicknames: He’ll answer to Si, but that’s about it.
Race: Human
Occupation: Detective with the LAPD Vice division.
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Light tan
Age: 39
Clothing: Simon has been repeatedly teased for his somewhat immaculate way of dress, but he takes the good-natured taunting fairly well. Most of his suits are tailor-made to fit extremely well in colors ranging from black to charcoal grey. If he does dress down, he still looks fairly put-together with well-fit jeans, and some kind of colored, button-down shirt over a wife beater. In his plain-clothes attire, he will always have his badge on hand, either clipped to his belt or on a strong, thin chain around his neck. His jacket, should the weather take a turn, is dark brown and made of calf-skin.
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 166lbs
Tattoos: Simple cross design between his shoulderblades

Piercings: N/A
Jewellery: There are a few small pieces that Simon wears without fail: on the gold chain around his neck there is a crucifix and a woman’s posey ring. Around his right ring finger is the posey ring that completes the set. The engravings on the rings read: Joye, L’amour, Feu, which is Old French for ‘joy, love, fire.’

Body Modifications: Simon’s profession has left him with a number of scars, the most prominent being the knot of scar tissue on his right shoulder; a lucky shot by a gang-banger.


Hair
Length: Possibly a bit longer than is necessary. It is long enough to cover his collar in the back and has a tendency to fall into his eyes.
Color: Dark brown

Facial Hair
Length: Half-inch, at most.
Style: If Simon does let his facial hair grown out, he will keep it neatly trimmed around his mouth in a small goatee. More often than not it’s merely five o’clock shadow.

Eyes
Color: Green, flecked with hazel
Oddities: N/A

Personality: Simon’s quiet nature should not be mistaken for shyness; he is most certainly not shy. He merely prefers to observe people, especially strangers, before throwing himself into a conversation. Those who know him best would say that he is a very cheerful kind of guy, typically upbeat and smiling, if subtly. He feels most comfortable around his friends in the Vice division; mainly his partner, Matthias Romano, along with Ophelia Stone and Glenn Porter. They are his foundation, in a way, and though they are not related by blood, he still treats them as family.

Outside of the PD, Simon is still very much a people person. Having a bit of an old-world sensibility, he is very much the gentleman (despite being a bit of a lady-killer); he will open doors, pull out chairs, and always insists on paying for meals. He gets taunted for it on the job, but he has quite a ‘little black book’ so he’s not about to let himself get all bent out of shape.

However, despite his amiable nature, Simon does have a bit of a temper on him. He has zero tolerance for criminals, and will typically play the bad cop to Matt’s good cop, though he does have the tendency to go overboard from time to time. He has been worked up into a genuine rage a few times and if his partner or the others are unable to calm him, he typically takes it out on his locker or a punching bag. He’s seen first-hand what the scumbags in L.A. are willing to do to get to the top, and frankly, it disgusts him. Simon wants to see each and every criminal taken down, either by bullet or the law.

Weaknesses: As a mortal human, Simon is susceptible to injury, illness, and old-age. Being as hard-nosed as he is about the criminal world has caused problems in the past, but he doesn’t seem to be willing to change; a definite weakness. Simon also has a bit of arthritis in his knee – a hereditary issue for which he has his father to thank – and it troubles him when the weather changes suddenly, or if he overworks it. He won’t ever admit to being in pain, especially if he is needed to take down a perpetrator. Unfortunately, the devotion to his friends on in Vice could be easily turned against him; Simon would willingly risk his life for any of them.

Abilities: Simon keeps himself in top condition, physically, and though he’s one of the older members on Vice, he can still keep up with the ‘young bloods’. During his time in France, he picked up the skill of French kickboxing – savate – and he is something of an expert, making him a formidable opponent. His marksmanship is spot-on, and being ambidextrous, he can fire two guns at once, should the need arise. And although he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket (the man his hopelessly tone deaf) he isn’t a bad drummer. French is actually his first language, then English, and he can understand a fair deal of Italian, as well (at least enough to swear with).

Weapons: His standard-issue Glock is usually kept on his left side, hanging at his waist, and when he carries his personal Colt, it will usually be on his right hip.

Glock


Colt

Prized Possessions: The jewelry he wears – crucifix and two rings – all came from his family, the crucifix being an heirloom from his grandfather. Despite the women that come in and out of his life, there is really only one girl for Simon: his little yorkie terrier, Belle.

Belle

Home(s): A good-sized apartment on Cole’s side of town (though Simon is unaware of this fact).

History: Simon was actually born and raised in Paris, France, and spent most of his time there while his father, a U.S. Marine Sergeant, was stationed there. Simon’s mother, Yvonne, raised the young boy for the most part, but when his father was around, they were indeed a happy family. Simon’s father wasn’t a pushy man, but he was rather eager to have his son join into the military; as Simon grew up, he was taught how to fire a gun, how to defend himself in hand-to-hand combat, and for the most part Simon enjoyed the training.

That training continued when Sgt. Ducotel was shipped back to the United States along with his family. They settled in Los Angeles, and then Simon started into his teenage rebellion. He became angry and sullen, as most young men his age were wont to do, disobeying every order from his parents and running with some very unsavory characters until he was nearly arrested for being privy to a drug deal of all things. The close-call seemed to scare Simon back onto the straight and narrow, but he no longer had the desire to join the military. He decided for something a little more stable with the LAPD.

Despite his occasional temper, Simon blew through training with ease, thanks mostly to his father. When Sgt. Ducotel suffered a heart-attack and passed away suddenly, it only fueled Simon’s desire to succeed, even after his mother decided to return to Paris. The Vice division has kept Simon more than happy, able to fight the good fight and put down as many scumbags as possible. The determination and fight that his father engrained into him has certainly taken Simon far.