| Limwik Asgarian |
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| Portrayed By: | Harrison Ford |
| Status: | Alive |
| Age: | 47 |
| Occupation: | Private Detective |
| Family: | None |
| Significant Other(s): | None |
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Background
I moved out of my nice appartment and into tiny one. It wasn't that much of a loss. My old one was too big anyway. Handed in my badge, my gun, my uniform. Not a big loss either. I didn't want to wear that badge anyhow. Not when I knew what it really stood for, what really stood behind it. I spent a week trying to figure out what I was going to do. I walked a lot. I figured some things out, watching people go about their lives as I passed by. If they didn't want me to do my job, that's fine. I'd do it anyway. On my own. I didn't do it for the pay in the first place. I had always liked the sound of 'Private Detective'. I tried it on for size, and it fit.
A year passed. I helped some people, hurt some people. Gave some anonymous tips to the feds. Watched the chief of poliece go down. He ate a bullet to avoid going to jail. Not much changes. You still try, though. You still work your ass off to make things right and bring people truth and justice. Even safety. Nobody is ever safe. You try anyway.
I moved to Las Vegas. Needed something different. It isn't much different. I felt drawn here. It looks like there might be more work for me here. More work, same meager amount of money. That's alright, though. I never did it for the money.
When I was a kid, maybe about five years old, my father took me to the opera. It ended late at night. We talked about it as we walked back to the parking structure. We had parked a ways away to avoid paying for parking, so it took a while. Neither of us minded. It was empty when we got there. We had parked at the top, Section B2, so we stepped onto the elevator. My father let me press the button. As the door began to close, something appearing to be half-man half-wolf lept into view and mauled my father, dragging him backward. I dove after him, but he shoved me back into the elevator. The door finished closing immediately behind me, and the elevator began to move upward. I heard growling, my father yelling, a cry of pain, a loud thud, and silence. I pressed the button for the ground level, but the elevator went all the way to the top before returning. When the door opened at the bottom, the only sign of what had happened was the blood on the ground. My father's body never turned up. The police wouldn't believe my story. I'm not sure even I believe it.
I breezed through school. I spent more time policing the yard and the other students than I did on my school work. I did well, despite it. Joined the force right out of high school. Made detective… And now here I am. In Los Vegas. Not quite sure why I'm here, but I'll figure it out.
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