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Reset has a minion!

Kaimu the Anxe

Reset
Legacy Name: Reset

The

Galactic Illumis
Owner:

Paint

Age: 17 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 27th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 27th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 9
Strength: 15
Defense: 10
Speed: 12
Health: 23
HP: 23/23
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

“It’s cloudy tonight.” Reset murmured to himself, lost in thought. The young man was leaning against a flickering street lamp in the dead of night, absently watching a flurry of various bugs fling themselves towards the unstable glow, unable to grasp the morose consequences their attempts would eventually lead to. Reset shook his head lightly as he felt a drop of rain mingle with his jet black mop of hair. “Well that explains it.” Pushing both hands behind him the thin figure propelled himself away from the streetlamp and began to meander down the deserted sidewalk. This area of town had very few homes, and the homes that were there were not the most upscale, mainly trailers and abandoned shacks.

“Oi, you said you were coming home at nine.” Reset’s bright yellow eyes widened at the voice and he whipped his head to the side, body tense. “Relax you idiot it’s just me.”

A tall man who looked to be in his early 20’s was slowly making his way over towards Reset, a dark headband covering his forehead, strips of cloth wrapped around his exposed arms.

“Nick you don’t need to babysit me everywhere I go.” Reset retorted softly, though his voice carried enough venom at that volume to make Nick raise an eyebrow.

“Hey now no need to be nasty, I haven’t even made fun of your clothing today.” Nick comically gave Reset a once over. The man did wear a peculiar assortment of skinny jeans, shaggy arm-warmers, an open vest, as well as a long pendant necklace and bandages wrapped tightly around his pale chest.

“Not sure why my clothing gives you so much interest” Reset muttered as Nick closed the gap between them and wrapped one arm around Reset’s too-thin waist, rumpling his vest. “Let go.”

“No thank you.”

“Now.”

“There hasn’t been any shootings or anything to investigate tonight, c’mon, let’s go home and have a classy in-home microwave dinner.”

“Nickolus, let go.” Neither Reset nor Nick had ever been the touchy-feely type, though the former just liked pushing buttons.

Nick didn’t let go, which immediately caused him to utter a gasp as Reset’s body shook briefly before seemingly disappearing, leaving a pile of odd clothing to fall to the ground.

“Dammit Reese no fair.”

A large moth with bright yellow eyes and large antennae fluttered in front of Nicks face.

“You said you’d only shape-shift on jobs”

The moth promptly wacked Nick in the face with its large wings, causing him to sneeze.

“I don’t use all my eyes all the time, and that’s a much harder thing to control.” Nick motioned to the wraps covering his arms then to his headband before pausing and blinking. “You know what; forget about it,” he started to walk away, “You always seem to forget you have to get dressed again afterwards.” A grin spread across the man’s face as he knew the moth’s eyes were boring into his back, calculating.

“Have fun buddy, hope none of the neighborhood kids come out to steal a car around here before you decide to switch back.”

Reset had always tended to be a bit impulsive.

Name: Reese
Alias: Reset
Age: 22
Summary:Reset is a shape shifter. A tall, pale man with a wiry physique to match, Reset looks like your normal pessimistic oddball until you notice the two silver antennae poking out from the top of his head due to his main shifted form being a large moth. Despite being pretty apathetic and seemingly cold about everything, Reset is surprisingly self conscious about his appearance and will wear a cap when in public areas. Reset is pretty much always seen with Nick, a man with multiple eyes covering his body and mutations such as a tail and scraggly ears, and the two of them make quite a pair. For the last several years they've used their combined abilities to work for the police on various seemingly unsolvable cases, giving them enough money to actually call it a job.

Notes: First shifted form was a moth, then a fox, then a rat, and eventually a crow.
-Figuring out how to combine his and Nick's stories! WIP-