One small quibble, though: there are precedents for introducing new mini types. Those are that the person who gets to do that is either a) the writer of the OFU in that continuum, or b) the first person to encounter minis in a mission to that continuum. So, have a ceremonial knife if you want one--make it a magic object with a personality, even--but not an actual mini type.

Also, there is no edit button so that the Boarders of the PPC shall learn to re-read before they post. So it shall be written, so it shall be done!

~Neshomeh, who is actually just messing with you about that last bit (even though it is still a really good habit to get into--the preview button is your friend!).

I cannot find the edit button, so I'll just add that both agents are in the Dept. of Floaters.

I say 'sort of' because, although Araeph has already given me Permission (yay!) I thought that it really would be better if I announced things officially. Here are my agents:

Agent Nicolae ‘Nick’ Janus, DF

Appearence: Agent Janus stands 6’5”, not including his hair, which adds six inches of brilliant orange spikes that may or may not obey the laws of physics. He’s extremely slim, but quite muscular for his weight. Nick wears two small silver earrings in his left ear. Due to the odd chain of events that led him to the PPC, Nick only brought one outfit – a white t-shirt with a red Anarchy symbol, a green hoodie with a flash patch hastily stitched onto one shoulder, and a pair of brilliant yellow cargo pants. He never actually wears anything else, but due to the fractal nature of PPC time and his deliberate inability to hold onto partners for long, nobody really notices.

Background: Agent Janus was born into a modestly disreputable, generously large, and intensely overbearing family of Romanian immigrants in New York. At age eight, he ran away from home and joined a traveling circus (a pretty shady one, too, if their unquestioning welcome of an eight-year-old runaway is anything to go by). Nine years later, he ran away from the circus and joined a small Rastafarian street gang, whose location he has refused to disclose. Six years after that, he ran away from the gang and joined the PPC. His only comment is that they all seemed like good ideas at their respective times.

Personality: From a psychological standpoint, Nick is one of the better adjusted members of the PPC (i.e. borderline schizophrenic as opposed to full-on psychopath). His background has granted him many useful skills, not the least of which being an affinity with many different types of weapons. However, these positive qualities are marred by excessive laziness and an infuriatingly casual attitude towards everything. He would rather crack jokes than kill Sues and would rather play with his mini-Aragogs, practice circus tricks, watch TV, and generally loaf around than do either. However, when he is roused to action, Agent Janus is a force to be reckoned with. This, however, is no small task, and certain superiors may or may not be toying with the idea of pairing him up with someone who could get him to straighten up and fly right.

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Agent Evonne Andrews, DF

Appearence: Agent Andrews is barely 5’7”, and is painfully aware of it. Her dark brown hair is about shoulder-length and extremely curly. She’s about average weight and build. She has no piercings, tattoos, or other body modifications. She generally wears a suit to missions, much to the amusement of less professional agents.

Background: Agent Andrews comes from a truly wretched crossover fic in which the author, in a frenzy of ‘inspiration’, decided that the story and characters of the Lord of the Rings were similar enough to those of Les Miserables for both storylines to be violently jammed together into a single piece of writing. Evonne was an amalgamation of Eponine Thernardier and Arwen Undomiel, for no other reason than (and I quote) ‘they both have brown hair’. Evonne was rescued by a charitable pair of Disentanglers when the PPC caught wind of the fic. Unfortunately, during her FicPsych retraining, an intern gave her a massive overdose of Logicillin. The psychological personal demanded that she be confined to the psych ward so they could study the effects of the drug, but due to a computer error that was in NO WAY connected to the malign curiosity of certain TOTALLY NONEXISTANT highly positioned persons in the DoP, she was listed as an Agent.

Personality: If a human, or even a lesser Sue, had been injected with the same dose of Logicillin, they would have undergone a complete personality wipe. It is a testament to the sheer mind-bending stupidity of the fic that Agent Andrews has one at all. Even so, Evonne is almost robotic in the commission of her duty. In some ways, she is the perfect Agent. She obeys every rule, protocol, and procedure in the PPC rules to the letter. She completes every assignment she is tasked with as far as she is told, and no further, with little emotion or concern. She’s nigh un-squickable, and never shows a trace of fear. However, her lack of empathy and poor cooperation skills concern some of the higher-ups. (These are COMPLETELY different higher-ups than the ones that DIDN’T make her an Agent, IF said higher-ups were to exist, which they DON’T.) Said nonexistent higher-ups are certainly NOT theorizing that, with the right partner, Evonne might loosen up.

I apologize if these are fairly long for descriptions, but the ideas for these characters have been bubbling through my brain for quite a while, accumulating details and details on top of details...Suffice to say, I actually trimmed a lot to get it down to this.

Anyway...this is how they meet (http://heros-anonymes.livejournal.com/605.html) and this is what I intend to spork first (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1824622/1/ComesaBadger_Warrior). If there is anything I have missed, please inform me.

Ciao!