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The Evolution

Megan Fisher

Jack's dead wife. In life she was a loving wife and mother, starting a new career as a journalist, which was all ended when her car was struck by pickup at an intersection on her way home from work. The drunk driver survived the accident, even getting off with two years probation and community service. Jack's "family" ensured justice was served to the man.​

Not even Megan knows exactly why she was pulled, partially, back from the dead into the physical plan after 14 years, but while she's here she's got almost a decade and a half of mothering to catch up on.​

Lacy Moss

Lacy is, by trade, a coroner. Her day job simply involving determining cause of death for the recently expired. She considers it completely mundane and more than a little boring. It does, however, allow her to work on her passion; Necromancy. She cherry picks the best organs and parts of the bodies that come into her morgue to run her experiments.

The city looks the other way involving her hobbies as she was one of the leading scientists involved in stopping the outbreak of '87. ___ tends to keep a close watch on her activities, though, in both professional and not so professional ways.

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___

The enigmatic manager of the Hoboken Exterminators branch. He rarely speaks, usually communicating through his secretary or via text message. He has never explained his scaring, nor has he ever been seen outside his suit and jacket.

His personnel file suggests he's extremely adept in hand to hand combat and has a history of magic use, though has not actively used it in years. He's constantly calm, thoughtful and tactical, seeming to either have no emotions or can internalize emotional distress easily.​

His one weakness seems to be his slight affection for Victoria, having directly involved himself in several jobs that were too difficult for her.​

Seven

​Seven One Three Nine (7139) or just Seven as it refers to itself as, is a sentient machine is a one hundred eighty-two year old, steam powered machine. Originally designed as a service and security automaton, it has laid dormant for over one hundred fifty years.

Its body is solid brass, a boiler attached to its back and, from what's exposed by the damage in its chest, its insides consist of a mass of gears. Its limbs can extend multiple times their length. It seems completely self aware with strong moral ideals of right and wrong.​