[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#7B68EE]Raúl Alonso[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#7B68EE]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#7B68EE]Skills:[/color][/b]  [/center]
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Raúl's eyes scanned over the crime scene. There had been no signs of a struggle and a witness claimed the victim was walking before they suddenly dropped. There was no reason not to believe the witness, but when Raúl had arrived on scene he had scented the area. There was no other scent around the witch but there was something strange about [I]their[/I] scent. 

As his eyes took in everything once more, they landed on a blonde woman who was watching him. She had no interest in the other police officers or reporters fighting for attention and answers. Raúl missed the days where cell phones could only be used in certain places because there were only a few towers that could transfer signals. 

Raúl walked over to the woman who stood on the other side of the police line. His eyes roamed her, taking his measure of her. There was something other about this woman as well. Perhaps a witch as well. 

[color=#7B68EE]”Good evening, miss. I'm certain you will hear all about this on the news. Perhaps you should move on.”[/color] His tone was even, but it didn't leave much room for negotiation.