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Ethan


Corporal Ethan looked out the window of his police cruiser as it sped down the road. He had a stern expression on his face.

"So what has you worked up boss?" his driver and subordinate officer Tom asked.

Ethan's eyes narrowed in irritation. "You know about the new case that opened up with the missing girl right? Well, the feds have stepped in and the chief has ordered us all to stand down while they conduct their investigation," he said.

Tom replied, "Well, so whats the issue boss? They're the feds, I'm sure they have good reason to. Plus I hear one of the them is hottie and you kn-,

"Damn it this is a local case and it should be dealt with by the local police force. You don't know how the feds operate Tom. They don't care about collateral damage or if they have to upturn this entire community to find what they need," Ethan replied.

He sighed and held a hand to his head. An hour ago he had just left a yelling match between him and the police chief. The chief promptly told Ethan to cool off and put him on day patrol. A fairly leisurely task involving driving through the city looking for truant students and the odd drunk.

"I need some coffee, pull over by that cafe over there," Ethan said.


Ethan Everux




Age: 28

Description: Ethan Everux is the older brother of Evan Everux and a member of the town's small police force. He entered the academy after high school and has worked in the force for 9 years. As an ambitious and career-driven individual, he is always looking for opportunities to make a name for himself. His experience while serving the community has made him distrustful of outsiders. He is a corporal and leads a team of three policemen.

Evan Everux




Age: 24

Description: Evan Everux is the younger brother of Ethan Everux. He works as the local handyman and runs his father's mechanical shop. He has a good relationship with his older brother. They meet every friday at the local bar to drink and share their week.
@Akayaofthemoon I don't mind more people but it will be hard to find people that are okay with just playing a human with no powers. But I still think it would be a good idea to get more people in.


I am! I'll have my character sheet up for approval soon.
Regulus' opened his eyes at the sudden sound of music playing from the nearby room. He raised a hand to his face.

"Oh for crying out loud shut up," he mumbled and covered his ears with his pillow. A mirror image slid out the right side of his body. It wore red-checkered pajamas, the exact same thing that Regulus wore. It had short blonde hair almost cut to a buzz, bright blue eyes, and a pug nose. The only difference between Regulus and the image was that permanently displayed no emotion on its face while Regulus' was at the time grimacing in pain from the morning music.

"God damn it, I hope the zvezda next door doesn't do this daily," he said. This was his first day in this room. Someone from the organization claimed they wanted to put greater study on his abilities and in a single night they moved him and all his belongings to his new quarters. The mirror image stood up and turned to the wall that the music was coming from. It raised a fist and banged hard three times. While it did this, Regulus facepalmed as he realized he took his lord's name in vain. "Well, another thing to admit the next time I go to confession," he thought.

He was fully awake now thanks to the obnoxious music from the other side of the wall, the mental effort it took to create his mirror image, and the realization that he started the day by misusing the name of God. He slid out of his blanket into the cold air of his room. His mirror image walked to the other wall and flicked on the light switch.

Regulus squinted as bright light flooded the room. He sat still, letting his eyes adjust. He looked at his mirror image and said, "Another day in Infinitum eh Grigori?"

Grigori was the name his parents gave to his twin brother. The brother that was born latched onto him. His parents told him that they were conjoined. Something like the Siamese twins he heard of in old freak-shows, except one of the twins was dead. He was creeped out when he used a computer to google what his parents meant. However, that revelation happened a long time ago and lost its edge. According to his parents, moments before the surgeon's knife would separate him from his dead brother, there was a flare of light, a miracle of god. A four-pointed star was all that was left of his brother's body that forever marked Regulus as a zvezda, the Russian term for star.

Time revealed what his ability was. Almost at will Regulus could manifest a mirror image of himself from the star on his side. His parents first thought it was the shade of his dead brother. If it was then it showed no will of its own and to Regulus it didn't feel like one. Regulus felt it more like an extension of himself versus a separate entity. He could see through it and make it move but it shows no signs of consciousness.

His parents named it Grigori after his dead brother. It was a name that Regulus himself found using, when referring to the mirror image. In many ways though, it was a far lot useful than any brother ever would be.

Regulus sighed and got up. He stood up and walked over grabbing a towel and slipping on a pair of sandals. The mirror image picked up a plastic basket carrying a bottle of shampoo and other hygiene products like a toothbrush and floss. He opened the door and stepped to the common area, aiming to see what was on the board before hitting the showers. Grigori turned off the lights and followed right behind him.

The supervisor mentioned the night before that part of their research was for him to complete taskings that would appear on the board in the common room. Regulus understood the meaning behind those words. To the organization that caged him it was another step towards their goal. However, he didn't really care for that. To him it meant another step towards repaying the debt his family owed to the organization. A debt which when fully paid would bring his freedom.

"And I will finally go home," Regulus thought approaching the common room door.
Here is my character bio!

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Rouen's eyelid twitched uncontrollably when he heard the girl's reply. "Why that impotent little wretch. I don't care if you were the scullery maid or some primp nobleman's daughter. I ought to have you whipped at the stocks. How dare you speak like that to someone on the King's table," he thought. A part of his mind urged him that he was overreacting and that he was at fault, but Rouen was too flustered to care.

While he fumed an attractive girl brought him a jug of water. Rouen took one look at her and felt a small fire rise up in him which he immediately beat down. At another time he would have enjoyed her company but at the moment he was too self-conscious of his current situation. His eyes zeroed in on the pitcher. His hand sprung out and immediately swiped it out of her hands. "Thank you," he said quietly. He poured the water into his goblet and immediately drank it. When the goblet was empty he filled it up and drank it again.

The numbing sensation was rapidly spreading through his body. He could no longer smell the faint musk of the room. The spicy aftertaste of the wine gave way to blandness as his sense of taste disappeared. He couldn't even feel the beads of sweat running down his face. Rouen went into a panicked state. "I can't stay here any longer, I'm not going to make a fool of myself in front of court. I need to get out of here," he thought and then stood up.

That single action nearly caused him to collapse onto the stairs. However, he caught the edge of the table with one hand. The other didn't move. He looked at it and tried to move it again but it hung limp and motionless against his side. "Stormfather curse this day," Rouen muttered to himself. With jerky steps he walked away from the King's table and into the crowd. He pushed people aside with his good hand. Each step took a massive amount of will. Each second he could feel the poison seep into the muscles of his body, making it harder and harder to move.

As he pushed the last man blocking the entrance to the chamber and came face to face with one of the last individuals he wanted to see at the moment. There was a tense expression on his face.

"Ah Princess Viola! How unexpected," he said.
@ViolentViolet Third adjustment
@ViolentViolet Adjusted, switched the pitcher of wine to water.


Felix snorted and his eyes opened.

"God damn, haven't been nicked like that in a while," he mumbled.

There was a fire at the station. He was spending time at the confiscated goods room doing his semi-annual inspection on the paperwork detailing the identity, date of procurement, and case number for each item.

As the fire broke out he remembered grabbing a bracelet and a small multi-colored gem on a pedestal to save them from the approaching blaze.

Then everything went dark, he had a dim memory of ice cold snow and then collapsed.

He felt the hard surface of wood and the warmth of a cozy fire.

"Eh, shite must've been a bad dream. Snow in the middle of August who-," he thought then peered up to the individuals around him.

His eyes widened as he immediately saw the giant walking lizard.

"What the bloody hell!" he sputtered out. He stood up, back against the wall.
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