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Mordecai Strange
Legacy Name: Mordecai Strange

The Blacklight Lasirus
Owner: Judy

Age: 11 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 26th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: March 12th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 79
   
• Strength: 27
   
• Defense: 9
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 87
   
• Books Read: 56
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Head of Competitions

I am a typical fella. I like good whine, my mother's meals, women. I go to movies and hang out with friends. But if I was completely typical, you wouldn't be reading this, right?My name is Mordecai Strange, and I am a medium. I see ghosts, I can predict things with my dreams. A typical medium who works for the police. But I don't investigate murder cases. Well... Not typical murder cases. I investigate murder cases that have to do with cults and the mentally disturbed. Cannibals, Satanists, "Artists"... I have seen 'em all. Each has a different story and motive behind. You probably wonder how I got my powers. I wasn't born with them. Only women born with abilities, and trust me, I never was a woman. You could say that I had a near death experience, if by near death experience you mean "almost sacrificed to Satan". I was a junior officer that was sent to investigate an old warehouse. And so I did. And then, a crowbar decided to investigate my head. I don't remember what happened then, but I was told that a group of teens decided to see if monsters from hell exist. And they do.But something strange happened. I began to see dead people. No kidding. And they are great conversational partners.People thought I am going mad. But for some reason, they believed me. Or they thought I really AM going mad and decided not to annoy me. Because a crazy person that sees dead people could turn you into one of them. Few months has passed, and I proved my so-called "abilities" to be real. Now I am in charge of supernatural, sick, disturbed and weird cases. But don't judge me. Even if I really gone mad, I am a typical fella. So why won't we sit together, share good and expensive whine, and eat my mama's food?

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