Personality/Demeanor:

Having grown up an only child in a loving household upon the shores of the Norwegian Sea , Loren was always encouraged to be himself, no matter how unique or socially unacceptable that was. It was under his parents' encouragement that Loren spent days with his nose buried in the pages of old books, using the words upon the page to escape the small town of Kristiansand and live out fantasies upon distant shores.

 

Loren's quiet nature failed to be swayed even in his teens. Despite his silence and his seemingly insatiable love for intelligent conversation, he became one of the 'popular' boys in his school. Some achieved this with boisterous antics and general jackassery, Loren achieved it with a natural sense of mystery. While Loren did little to hide who he truly was from the world, his silence was enough to lead people to believe that he was telling nothing and hiding everything.

 

To this day, Loren remains the mysterious boy that doesn't need to speak to be the center of attention, especially with the girls. He indulges in conversations about philosophy and mythology. And while he's a regular at haunting Victoria and Vancouver's most up-and-coming clubs, Loren is far more satisfied by the company of those he knows rather than by random strangers he'll rarely, if ever, see again. Walking twisted, gloomy park paths in the dead of night makes Loren happier than living it up in the trendy parts of the city. While being a bit of an introvert, he's always welcoming to new faces.

 

Often times Loren is told by his peers that he's either 'too nice' or 'gullible' from the way he acts around others, always willing to listen to off-the-wall stories that couldn't possibly be true. But nothing could be further from the truth. Loren is extremely self-aware but does little to allow others to know this about him. While on the outside he can appear involved, sometimes even fascinated by what's being said to him, beneath the surface he's smirking at the ridiculousness of it all. It would be quite the task to find a single individual in all of Victoria who could truly say that they disliked Loren Sorensen for any reason at all.

 

Style of Dress:

Most comfortable in a pair of well-worn, faded jeans and dark hooded sweatshirts, the fanciest things to be found in Loren's closet can be described as nothing more than thrift-store chic. Adoring scarves and beanies more than anything on Earth, Loren can't be happier in the dead of winter.   The only type of clothing Loren truly cares for and will go out of his way to spend money on are coats—all of them heavy, all of them vintage, all of them making him as unique as the unavoidable tattoos that decorate his arms and torso.

 

Despite his silence, it's these tattoos that make Loren stick out like a sore thumb. Even while wearing long sleeves, those full-sleeve tattoos crawling from the tops of Loren's shoulders down to his wrists peek out from beneath the fabric. In a short-sleeved shirt they are unmistakably 'in your face', paying homage to the drastic contrast of their boldness to Loren's quiet nature.

 

No matter what Loren is wearing, both wrists are always circled by either multitudes of rubber bracelets or thick leather cuffs. The same can be said for the boy's neck, always circled by multiple loops of soft black leather string. His hair is a verifiable mess of black, appearing as nothing more than organized chaos after falling victim to large amounts of mousse and hairspray.

 

Personality Quirks/Bad Habits:

Personality quirks are what make Loren tick; he's convinced he has more quirks than anyone in all of British Columbia . Loren collects books—he has hundreds, all of which he's read half-way through, none of which he's reached the end of. He can't go anywhere without his black satchel bag boasting the Norwegian flag at his hip, and this bag has to have the following items inside at all times: his ipod, cell phone, a book of some kind, a ferry schedule (despite having this schedule memorized), chocolate, at least three pens, a digital camera, and a small portfolio of his best tattoo work. If he finds himself without all of these items he will fret until he obtains them by either returning to his loft or buying what he needs at a local store. He has an unhealthy affinity to video games… especially gory, horror-based RPG's and can play these for, literally, days at a time. When he hears a song he likes, whether it be brand new or thirty years old, he will first obtain the song via illegal download and then play it on repeat until he can no longer stand it. This process sometimes takes weeks. In the same vein, when he discovers a new band that he can't seem to get enough of, he will listen to nothing else. Loren has a good sense of humor, but it's rare that anyone can actually make him laugh—hence, he's only laughed until he's cried a handful of times in his entire life. He adores screamy 'emo' music and has no qualms of revealing this fact, especially to people who have slammed the genre without stopping to consider that he would like such a thing. He is horrible with remembering names and even worse at remembering phone numbers. He will be purposefully antisocial when he doesn't feel attractive. Sometimes, when people show up at his place, he'll pretend he isn't home just to keep from seeing anyone. He puts things in his mouth that don't belong there, like paperclips, pen caps, and soda can tabs. This particular habit has resulted in a few near-death experiences. Loren loves to dance but refuses to do so in front of anyone, convinced that he's terrible at dancing even though he isn't. He smokes, but never regular cigarettes... only cloves.

 

Hobbies:

Playing video games. Buying CD's that he never listens to. Keeping goldfish. Sleeping in. Reading fiction and philosophy. Studying Norse mythology. Visiting smoky old coffee shops. Searching for gory rotten.com type websites online. Taking showers and 'getting ready' with nowhere to go, just to pass the time. Going to movies. Eating out. Tattooing random people for ridiculously low prices. 'Progressive' digital photography. Indulging in online Hollywood gossip. Snowboarding. Recording WTFM's Thrill Kill on a religious basis.

 

General Likes:

Tourists. Lakes and rivers. Walking through parks after dark. Thunderstorms. Christmas time. Tattoo shops. Strong coffee with whipped cream. Music festivals. Interactive museums. Slasher flicks. Visiting new places. Heavy snow. Riding the metro. Cathedrals. Rubbernecking at accident sites. Small animals. Passionate individuals. Warm swimming pools. Sleeping naked. Scorching hot showers. Zebra print. Video and computer games. All-nighters with no purpose. Secret admirers. Sugar. Constellations. Pastry shops. Gruesome photographs. Zombies.

 

General Dislikes:

Appointments. Pushy people. Hot weather. Trance music. Platform shoes. Plastic girls. Bad artists. Drunks. Foul-smelling alleyways. Unwashed, unkempt people. Small cars. Rowdy kids. Bad cell phone reception. Low IQ's. People moving his things around. Public displays of affection. Intolerance. Dead batteries. Power outages. Silence.

 

Occupation:

Loren works the night shift at the Victoria morgue, spending countless hours alone in the huge facility. His main tasks include making rounds of the place every evening, checking to make sure that all exits are locked, and manning the front desk in case anyone has a after-hours 'delivery' to make. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he applied for the job immediately after rumors of a serial killer began circulating around Victoria in late 2006.

 

Loren also does a number of alternative odd-jobs on the side, including tattooing. Having formerly been employed at a tattoo shop in downtown Vancouver, Loren now occasionally uses one of Delirium's side-rooms to tattoo eager club kids for next-to-nothing prices. Because of this, Loren is actually on the Delirium payroll out of legal necessity, though his is far from a regular paycheck.

 

One of Loren's most unique jobs is watching people's pets and houses when they go on vacation for extended periods of time. While the animal-watching part of this job isn't Loren's favorite, living in someone elses house and pretending to be the head of the household when solicitors call more than makes up for it. He has a bad habit of snooping around in search of 'home movies', often-times moving the personal sexual escapades of his employers into the sleeve of childrens movies for later, more 'innocent' Saturday morning discovery.

Personal history:

Born an only child to Elsa and Nils Sorensen, Loren was the child who was encouraged to do anything and everything to separate himself from the crowd. His upbringing is easily summed up with a single event. While on holiday in Stockholm with his parents for his sixteenth birthday, it was Elsa and Nils who accompanied Loren to the tattoo shop that etched ink on virgin skin. Loren adored his parents and they, in turn, adored Loren ten fold. He was never one to make trouble, never one to sneak out or break into the alcohol cabinet—Loren didn't need to do any of the things his peers were forced to resort to on Friday and Saturday nights because the Sorensen's didn't believe in hiding from one another. And that was the way they liked it.

 

Having been lucky enough to travel the world before the age of sixteen, Loren fell madly in love with British Columbia during a snowboarding excursion to Whistler with a group of schoolmates from Norway. It was this particular excursion that convinced him of Canada's beauty, and this very reason that, when he was accepted to the University of British Columbia to study philosophy and art history on a full-ride scholarship, he packed up his belongings and left Norway thousands of miles behind.

 

Despite his scholarship, Loren was unable to secure a loft anywhere near UBC. The prices were exurbant and as a full-time student, there was no possible way for Loren to afford such living. But just across the bay, Victoria offered a beautiful place to live for half the cost. The only exchange Loren would have to make was that of convenience, having to board the ferry twice a day to go to and from school. It was during this time that Loren secured a job at a tattoo shop in downtown Vancouver. After a few years he had a steady client base, as he became known as one of the best tattoo artists with 'the coolest damn accent' in all of Vancouver.

 

But despite the love for his job, as soon as there was word that a serial killer may be prowling Vancouver Island, Loren was quick to drop his job at the tattoo shop and snatch up an open position as a night watchman at Victoria's morgue. It's here that Loren's love for the morbid comes out. Claiming that the place paid better and it was more convenient, those who knew him knew that there was far more to his sudden change of vocation. The morgue became Loren's nightly home. Stalking cold, eerie hallways, eventually the bright white flash of a digital camera began to light up the tiled walls of that facility. Birth was given to a dark, secret, highly illegal hobby that, had anyone found out, would earmark Loren Sorensen as a budding psychopath himself.

Thoughts on the killings in and around Victoria:

Though Loren would never admit it openly, each new body that's found gives him a thrill, especially when it rolls into the morgue in a black vinyl body bag. It's as though he makes a study of each victim in an attempt to figure out who is behind the slayings, but in truth, it's simply a morbid fascination pushing common sense and conscience backward while allowing unhealthy obsessions to blossom in the wake of others suffering and terror. It appears that despite Loren's rather stunning intellect, the boy fails to realize that with each passing day, the chances of him ending up on that cold metal table increase.