Rian Attireau

Date of Birth:

11/26/1987

Place of Birth:

Los Angeles, California

Years living in Victoria, B.C.:

Two

Eye color:

Emerald Green

Hair color:

Black

Height:

5'9

Weight:

130lbs

It is inevitable that heads turn when Rian walks into a room and he knows it and does not hesitate to take advantage of the situation. Rian seems to know everyone, or acts as such when he enters an establishment, making the rounds to exchange friendly conversation with each of the loose acquaintances, always with a smile ready to kill, always with an ear open for the current word on the street. But all his sociableness, all his good-natured banter and flirty mannerisms, are more often than not just calculated manipulation designed simply enough for his own benefit. Seldom does a sincere laugh or moment of candor escape his lips while he presents himself to others. He is too busy anticipating his next move, always thinking three steps ahead.

Rian is seemingly gracious to all his acquaintances. But that is simply because there is something to gain from their association. It is only when Rian feels that someone has nothing to provide him that he allows a much different side of his personality to emerge. Though he does his best to bite his tongue amongst those he deems of 'worth', he his decidedly less edited with those he feels are a complete waste of time. Rian is seldom directly rude, and prefers a much more passive aggressive approach when he wishes to be unkind. Each insult and each slight is said with a smile fixed upon knowing lips and a laugh set to fire directly after. Victims of these childish attacks often feel as if they were ambushed and leave the interaction shocked and sometimes even completely embarrassed.

There is a certain self-assurance that radiates from Rian, the type that can in an instant morph into unabashed overconfidence or self-absorbed egotism. Rian has high standards and he's not afraid to voice them. Being called materialistic is not an insult to the dark-haired boy, he loves the finer things designer clothing, lush surroundings, expensive dinners at posh restaurants. Anything that reminds him of the home he left behind in Los Angeles. Decadence and Over-Indulgence.

But for all the social interaction, Rian is seldom genuinely interested in anyone for anything other than information or dealings that are beneficial to him. Rian has very few actual friends and even those he keeps at arms length. He can disappear for days at a time without notice and without leaving any way for others to get in contact with him and think nothing of it despite worried words from clients and comrades a like. Rian doesn't need anyone but Rian, or so he protests.

A darker side to Rian's seemingly shallow persona exists, though it goes completely unnoticed to all those who surround him. Single minded fixation is a tough trait to keep under warps, but the California boy seems to have mastered the art with little effort. Everyone need something or someone and despite Rian's proclamations to the contrary, he is indeed no different.

Charming but aloof. Beautiful but unattainable. Amiable but cruel.

Cheap fabric does not exist, shouldn't exist, at least that is Rian's take on fashion. Sleek Leather. Soft Cashmere. Smooth Silk. Commanding Wool. If it is not lush and of high quality what is the point? Designer clothing abound in the large overstuffed closet of his Victoria loft. Bags litter the floor with forgotten purchases that will lie put out of mind until their rediscovery sometimes months later. Rian buys everything he thinks he'll need and a good deal more of what he already knows he does not.

While Rian adores expensive clothing, his personal style remains consistently casual. Jeans and button ups in rich dark colors. Leather pants and military inspired jackets. Rian is as equally comfortable seated at an outdoor caf é on Victoria quiet streets as he is mingling at the poshest clubs in Vancouver.

Refuses to sit anywhere other than the direct center of the row in a movie theatre, often refusing to stay if said seats are taken. Is almost completely incapable of driving, and has been involved in thirteen minor vehicle accidents, and thus no longer owns a car. Has to ride in the passenger seat of vehicles, would rather walk than ride the backseat. Refuses to ride in a minivan, ever. Is completely disgusted by smoking, going as far as to grab the cigarette of strangers and stomp them out as he passes by on the street, but freely admits that he loves the smell of orange cloves. Owns a cell phone, but refuses to answer it, and only returns calls to which messages have been left.

Props his feet on the dining table, coffee table, in the seat of a booth, anywhere that might be considered rude by most. A lot of people peek into other's medicine cabinets, Rian rifles through draws and takes time to read the prescription labels on the bottles, often helping himself to the more 'choice' contents of his host's bathroom. Talks with his mouth full when he's excited. Pops his gum. Rolls his eyes. Interrupts conversation when he is bored. Judges people by their shoes. Shoplifts items that he can easily afford like breath mints, candy, and tabloid magazines.

Photographing Urban Decay, Manipulating Long and Short Radio waves, Writing Outrageous and Completely Fake Letters to the Editor Under Assumed Names, Shopping, Clubbing, Gossping, Mastering Video Games, Traveling, Trolling eBay for Horror Memorabilia.

High Casualty Natural Disasters, 24 Hour News Channels, Infomercials in Foreign Languages, Leather boots, Cashmere Sweaters, Silk Scarves, Wool Coats, Vodka, Orange Clove, New Wave, Heavy Base, Trivia Games, Nazi Storm Trooper Inspired Clothing, Voodoo Dolls, Travel Related Coffee Table Books, Mango Sorbet, The Scent of Fresh Linen, Leather Bound Books, Designer Bottled Water, Chili Cheese Fries, Funnel Cakes, Art Deco Cameras, Dark Rooms, Roof Tops, Medieval and Gothic Architecture, Bridges, Sunrise, Fog over Rivers, Reality Televison, XM Radio, Late Night Talk Radio, His Customized Metallic Steal Gray iPod, his cats: Bruno, Benito, and Blanca, His House Keeper Elka, Gossip Magazines, Manicures, Hair Salons, Conspiracy Theories, Ghost Stories, Spiders, Dark Rides, Road Side Attractions, Long hand Letters, Vintage Advertisements, Dia De Los Muertos.

Flying, Driving Long Distances, Smoking, Professional Wrestling, Sports in General, Scratchy Sheets, Bugs, Long Lines, Split Ends, People Who Talk too Much, Vegans, PETA People, Birds, Sequins, Neon Clothing, Hot Weather, Being Woken Up Before He's Ready, Public Bathrooms, Comic Books, Anime, J-Rockers, Picking Up After Himself, Spring Cleaning, M.T.V., Wonder Bread, Black Outs, Yappie Dogs, People Who Give away Movie Endings, Jelly Beans, Most Holidays, Parades, Telethons, Having to Explain Directions More than Once, Anything Musty, Beer, People Who Don't Know How to Kiss.

Sought After Club DJ/ Caretaker of Three Wealthy Felines

Flipping Out, Most Evil, Masters of Horror, Dexter, What Not to Wear, Tim Gunn's Guide to Style, Food Network Challenge, Pushing Daisies, Wire in the Blood and the BBC, True Hollywood Story, Big Love.

Dark Comedy, Horror, Slasher, Psychological Thriller, Film Noir.

Velvet Goldmine, Breakfast on Pluto, Seven, A Clockwork Orange, Psycho, Pan's Labyrinth, Metropolis, Memento, Sunset Boulevard, Brick, Moulin Rouge, The Departed, Heathers, Wrist Cutters: A Love Story.

Christian Bale, Edward Norton, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Mary Louise Parker, Christina Ricci, Chloe Sevigny .

Rock, Pop, Industrial, 80's Music, Punk.

NIN, The Cure, The Police, Blondie, The Clash, Super Tramp, My Chemical Romance. HIM, The White Stripes, She Wants Revenge, Interpol, Queen, Idlewild, Cold War Kids, Beck, Eurythmics .

Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Love Craft, Ray Bradbury, Severed-Gilmore, Zodiac Unmasked-Graysmith, The Night Listener-Maupin, American Psycho-Ellis, Lords of Chaos-Moynihan/Soderlind, Devil's Knot- Leveritt, My Dark Places-Ellroy, Alice in Wonderland-Carroll and as of late various books on Forensic Psychology.

Rian lives relatively alone with three doll faced Persian Cats that are rarely seen unless it is feeding time or they are feeling rather mischievous. Rian's house keeper Elka is a constant presence, stopping by daily to tidy up or rid the furniture of unwanted cat hair.
Rian occupies a newly renovated moderately sized industrial style loft. The ceiling reaches another floor above the loft, giving the apartment a cathedral-esque, echoing like feel to those who first visit. Floor to ceiling windows grace the far wall overlooking the quaint Victorian streets. The loft itself is split level, the entire bedroom area resting in the 'upstairs' portion of the apartment. The bedrooms outer wall facing into the living, dining, and kitchen area's below is made entirely of a floor to ceiling fabric screen that when illuminated from the inside, gives off a lantern like glow to the rest of the loft.

Things were extremely easy for Rian Attireau from the very beginning. Born to movie industry insiders in the Hollywood Hills, there wasn't a single thing Rian would want for his entire childhood. Want? Have. There was no waiting with the Attireau household which prided itself on keeping up with the wealthiest and most affluent families in Los Angeles. Rian attended school with the children of the famous, movie moguls and rock stars, entertainment agents and silver screen favorites, all of whom sent their children to the exclusive private schools and academies that Rian went to all his life. A limitless credit card, summers at the Malibu Beach Home, a fully loaded sports car, Rian had it all and all without the relentless glare of media scrutiny.

But sometimes having everything you want isn't all that one would imagine, and every once in a while something (or someone) comes along that isn't as readily attainable with a simple slide of plastic or the exchange of crisp hundred dollar bills. Rian found out the hard way that money does indeed not buy everything, and that being persistent isn't always the catch all backup plan.

It started with an innocent infatuation, an embarrassing crush that Rian would never admit to publically. He was a tall older boy, college age, the kind of that seemed to be the epitome of everything that Rian loved about LA, and yet possessed a quality that Rian had never encountered before on those streets before Stolen glances, and childish attempts at attention, Rian wasn't used to be ignored. It was a feeling that didn't sit well with him, no matter how long it lingered, settling at the bottom of his stomach, making him sick whenever he thought of the subject. It was the taste of nonverbal rejection that perhaps made Rian try harder, elaborate plans emerged into his thoughts, coordinated appearances as the same locations as his target All of which produced nothing more than a soft smile and a nod. Progress was slow, and Rian was above just walking up and starting the conversation himself, he still believed that eventually he could make his object of desire come to him, though it was taking more time and patience than he had ever imagined he possessed. Attentions had never been so hard to obtain, and perhaps if they had been Rian would have found it much easier to deal with the apparent brush-off.

A thoughtless drunken kiss one evening would seal Rian's fate. It was brief and unexpected but enough to make the young man believe that his efforts had been rewarded. The fire of hope had been lit, and there wasn't anything that could snuff out it's flame.

Then it happened. The disappearance. It happened suddenly and without warning, and though Rian believed he had tabs on just about every aspect of his crush's life, Rian was blind sided by the absence. Though he wouldn't admit even to himself the anxiety that pulsated through his being, Rian was every inch devastated. As the early weeks of summer dragged on, Rian began to hear rumor's of his object of affection's whereabouts. Victoria, British Columbia.

Though it took some convincing, even of himself, Rian decided there was only one thing to do. Packing up only the belongings he could not stand to be parted with, and not breathing a word to family or friends or anyone who would talk him out of it, Rian cleared out his bank account and bought a one way ticket to Canada, determined if not completely assured that he would be able to find exactly who he was looking for in that far away city. Convinced that it would all work out fantastically in the end.

It did not.

Upon his arrival in Victoria Rian began in intensive search, though he came up empty at every turn. He asked around repeatedly around scenes and clubs that Rian was certain would be the establishments of choice, but had no luck. It was only after a full month of solitude in his new home that Rian first let doubt cross his mind. Could his information have been wrong? Had he picked up and left everything behind for naught? Embarrassed but lonely Rian picked up the phone and placed the first phone call to his parents all those miles away in California. Though once on the line Rian refused to admit he made a mistake, omitting the reason for his move all together and selling a thinly veiled line about needing a change of scenery. Though belief from the other end of the conversation was doubtful, if Rian repeated it enough times perhaps he could convince himself of it as well.

Though completely unskilled, Rian was determined to make things work himself in Victoria, though he was extremely reluctant to take up any menial jobs to support himself. He lived off of the modest amount of money he taken with him from home. Though it was apparent even to Rian, that those finances would not last long.

The death of a long neglected aunt solved that problem almost on cue. Though he couldn't recall the last time that he had seen the reclusive spinster women, she had left every cent she had hoarded in her 75 years of life to Rian. Though the inheritance came with a hitch, Rian would also be caretaker to the women's three doll faced Persian Cats. Rian laughed out loud when all of this was explained via conference call with his father and the executor of his Aunt Prue's will, to which his father could only say. 'You better make some investments'

Nothing does wonders for depression like a little well times financial security. With a new spring in his step began to venture out with new purpose to the clubs and bars on the island. With the help of newly acquired acquaintances, Rian became a sought after DJ with a startling high fee that guaranteed the proprietor a packed dance floor. Rian had his pick of venues and the reputation to take off whatever time he needed with absolutely no slowing of demand for his services. Thing had really come together.

It was also at this time that Rian acquired a hobby, one that would bring him underground yet anonymous super stardom amongst his peers. Rian had begun dabbling with radio signal with some equipment that he found left behind in his freshly acquired loft. Rian's 'dabbling' eventually evolved into the operation of a pirate radio station and within months WTFM and 'Thrill O'Really' were born. Though Rian does his best to keep his identity a secret, the ever growing popularity of 'Thrill Kill' is making that feat more and more difficult with each broadcast.

A life long interest in serial killings left Rian salivating at the mouth when word began to spread of the killings near the Victoria Shore. He immediately began a sort of armature profiling on his own, determining by what was released in the papers and word of mouth from sources who seemed to be leaking information like a sieve, that this particular killer, like many, had an interest in recognition. Armed with his own assumptions, the Killer and the murders became the main topic of all 'Thrill Kill' broadcasts. Though he hasn't had any luck yet, Rian is convinced, as frightening as the though maybe, that the killer will eventually call his program. What the plan is from there remains to be disclosed.