"Just call me Eddie."Gender: Male
Age: 47
Appearance: Eddie cuts an imposing figure even though he only stands at a rather average 5"8. Despite his rather meager height he's built heavily, muscular and broad. His skin is white, lightly tanned. His face is plain, not notably handsome, cloaked by a messy salt and pepper full beard with more salt then pepper which he doesn't particularly like but doesn't care to shave. His hair is black but graying, falling messily over his forehead but cut short around the back and sides. He would have a serious look, but the effect is offset by the easygoing smile that comes naturally to him. His smile is one of the few features that makes him stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, and it seems to be perpetually placed on his face. This combined with his eyes, a striking and deep blue, save his otherwise plain appearance. Eddie is fairly handsome in that unique way that only comes after a long many years of life, possessing a very distinguished and intelligent look that commands respect.
Skills: Eddie's a veteran cop, having spent many of his years as a detective. He comes with the skills you'd expect- trained in use of firearms, able to analyze a crime scene, knowledge of police protocols, and an ability to crack a case. He's almost a legend withing his department for his ability to reopen cold cases, picking up on things other investigators may have missed. Besides his experience as a cop Eddie works out frequently so he's physically strong and has a large amount of endurance. He's certainly not a rocket scientist but as expected of someone with his investigative ability he's fairly smart.
Personality: Eddie is an easy guy to get along with. He's affable, easygoing, and charismatic. He fancies himself an eternal optimist, a quality some find annoying but he finds valuable. He's loyal to his friends and is always willing to lend them a hand. He has a strong moral code, refusing to do wrong and always looking to do a good deed. Eddie is an exceptional leader, adept at making people agree with his decisions and never hesitating when he makes them. He's a hard worker and doesn't like to laze about- he always keeps his mind focused on something and strives for perfection in all he does, even if he doesn't reach it. Despite his exterior he does seem reluctant to let people really know him. Although he is friendly it can be hard for him to share what he's really thinking or feeling, and he seems reluctant to talk about his past or his personal life. In truth although he may be hardworking and dedicated he has a myriad of personal problems and uses his work as an escape from them. The reason he strives so hard to always be doing
something is because he'd rather not be left alone with his thoughts. He's faced some trauma in his past and likely has PTSD.
History: Have you ever seen something truly unbelievable? And I don't mean, like, "Me and my buddy Romero went down to the lake and he caught this
monster Sturgeon! It was
unbelievable." No, I mean something that
really defies all logic, reason, and explanation. Most people haven't, not in truth. Well, I have. It was what would be my last year as a police officer, although I hadn't realized it yet. I intended to work on the force for a good, long time. But I guess that changed, as plans tend to do. The first time we got called out, someone picked up the phone, said the address, then hung up. First responders checked it, and then homicide was called in. When we got there the first thing I noticed was the stench- it was unbelievable. It very much smelled like death. Every man that walked in knew it would be horrible before they saw it. They were a young couple, just kids really. Their entrails were ripped out and strewn across the floor, blood and guts were everywhere, their lives dripping through the floorboards. It was quite honestly the most gruesome thing I'd ever seen. I'm not ashamed to say I ran out the room and lost my lunch- everyone else did. Sure we'd seen murder, but nothing like this. I guess I haven't told you the worst part- they were just torsos with heads. Yeah. Limbs gone without a trace.
That wasn't the last case like that. We couldn't find DNA, we couldn't find any evidence at all. It was the same modus operandi. The cut to the stomach killed them and the victims were always pairs. But the curious thing was that each time something different was gone. First it was limbs, then it was the torso, then heads, and then it started back at the limbs and around again. The cases kept coming. He- it, I mean, was called the serial killer of the decade, a mass murderer like nothing we had ever seen. But the truth was a whole lot worse then that. Of course it wasn't just some psychopath. Soon enough there was a slip up. A witness, actually. It was a murder like all the others, but a women said they saw the murderer forcing their way into the victims house. But she said something wasn't right- the murderer was naked and didn't look like a person. Not like a regular person anyways- she said it was like Frankenstein. Stitched up, parts sown together into a person. We didn't know whether to laugh her off or look into it- but we followed up, and soon enough we found reports of something similar that 911 dispatchers passed over, assuming them to be prank calls. We didn't really want to believe what all signs pointed to- after all, it was crazy.
Even now it still feels more like fantasy then reality. We established a pattern for the sightings, a list of possible locations where they could be coming from. They had been seen frequently around an abandoned industrial park. We investigated, and what I found... well, you've gotten an idea of what's happening by now, right? There were body parts. There was blood. There were four of those things chained to a wall. There were strange sigils, some sort of weird magic circle thing that looked like it belonged in a crackpot book about the occult. There was a table where these things were being assembled. Whoever did it was gone. As best as we could tell they were using the parts to make... well, for lack of a better term, Frankensteins. No one really wanted to believe it even though the things were right in front of us. When we called it in we were laughed at. Of course we were, who would believe a story like this? We made it clear we weren't joking, and then the feds showed up. They 'cleaned up' the creatures. Killed them, that is. They took away everything in the building and told us to never speak of what we saw. We actually never knew where they were from, wouldn't tell us. CIA, FBI, doesn't make a difference. They were men-in-black that gave no answers and left a very confused and frankly scared shitless department of officers to figure what the hell they had seen.
I quit the force later that month. Everything was different, I wasn't sure if it was me, or if it was the city, or if it was the whole world, but our work took on a different tone. We lived in fear of those things, not sure if we'd ever see them again. I couldn't just keep keeping on like nothing happened, so I left. I couldn't get the answer I wanted there, but maybe I could get them somewhere else. Blackfield Supernatural Consulting. I would've laughed at something like this before- it was ridiculous. But after what I'd seen vampire, ghosts, and ghouls didn't look so unbelievable. Maybe I'd find the answers I wanted.
