Yves Lemaître | Hitman

Setting: Mid-Late 1980s; Cold War is ongoing.

Name: Yves Lemaître

Age: 42

Gender Identity: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Bisexual - Closeted

Occupation: Contract Killer - prefers 'Independent Security Consultant'

Ethnicity: French-Lebanese

Nationality: French

Speech: Direct, but not necessarily curt. Speaks quickly and often goes on tangents. Likes sarcasm, but it often falls flat and people take him literally. Thick French accent.

Appearance:

Height: 5’10”

Build: Muscular, but not beefy. Long-limbed and always tense. Circumcised, average-sized penis.

Eyes: Dark brown and tired. Frequently searching for an exit. Hardly makes eye contact.

Hair: He keeps his dark hair short and his face clean-shaven or stubbled, depending on the job. Has thick, expressive eyebrows.

Face: Yves has this rugged look. He has an olive complexion, wrinkled slightly from age and sun damage.

Style: He dresses simply: neutral colors, clean, no flashy accessories beyond sunglasses. Functionality is the goal.

Features: Various bodily scars - knife-wounds, accidents, etc.

Personality: Yves is methodical, self-contained, and deeply introspective. He struggles with empathy, not because he lacks it entirely, but it doesn't come naturally. Emotions — especially other people’s — confuse him, exhaust him, and more often than not, get in the way. He operates on a strict personal code: no women (unless they've crossed a serious moral line), no children, and no unnecessary suffering. To Yves, this makes him civilized and a professional. He genuinely sees himself as a businessman offering a service, not a killer. It’s a convenient delusion that helps him sleep at night, but hard liquor helps more. He has no real friends or lovers. The closest thing to a relationship in his life is his therapist. He is an anxious, overqualified man who is both terrified of Yves and too intrigued to stop seeing him. Yves is aware of this imbalance and exploits it only when absolutely necessary. Above all, Yves values simplicity. He doesn’t do chaos. Which is ironic, given his line of work.

Likes:

A drink at the same bar.

A football match on the radio.

Meaningless sex when he can get it.

Predictability.

Dislikes:

Messiness.

Small talk.

Feeling restricted, especially in relationships.

Having his routine thrown off.

Background: Born in Marseille to a distant Lebanese mother and a French father, Yves grew up with a constant sense that something was off. Not just in his family, but in himself. His younger brother Julian was more adaptable, charming, and forgettable. Yves, on the other hand, always felt like a pariah among his own species.

School was a disaster. University was worse. The military, however, gave him structure. It gave him purpose. It also taught him how to kill, how to detach, and how to follow orders without asking too many questions. When his service ended, civilian life didn’t suit him. The jobs he was offered were unfulfilling. So, when someone suggested freelance work in 'private security,' Yves was more than willing to get into it.

Years later, he’s successful and efficient. However, lately, things have changed. He’s not sleeping. All his jobs feel more exhausting, if not boring. In the 1980s, Yves is operating at the peak of his career. The Cold War has created demand for men like him. Europe’s underworlds are thriving, and borders are soft enough to slip through. He’s started thinking about quitting, but the truth is, it's not that easy.

Relationships:

Parents: Father's dead, and his mother's a nutty old bag. He keeps his distance when he can. There's too much baggage.

Julian (Brother): Yves has always considered Julian to be innocent. Even now, as an adult. Julian is everything Yves can never be: compassionate, agreeable, and normal. They've lost touch in the past couple of years, but there are no real hard feelings about it.

Sébastien Bondurant (Therapist): Yves respects the man, though he resents the fact that he views him differently since he's revealed his profession. He would kill him if push came to shove, but he wouldn't like doing it.