Gregamore Agency

In the past Humans and the Supernatural never got along. They were weak and hateful being who thought of them as abominations to the world. As ignorant and vile as they were, they were weak. They were hunted for sport and enslaved to the superior creatures. A wizard, Syris Gregamore didn't agree with the madness that had spread and did something about it. He founded the Gregamore agency. He assembled the most ruthless yet determined members of supernatural creatures and ones with supernatual abilities who had the same opinion as him. And from that day, a union was born. The Gregamore Agency. Little by little the agency has changed the world for the better.

Now in the twenty-first century, everyone knows of them and their legacies, heck, they have a museum in their name. The problem is that they aren't as open as back then. No one even knows if
They were mindless drones who had morphed extra body parts but they all had one mind set. Destruction. The agency killed many of them, but more would come back the next hour, one day a member caught onto the trail of the mad man. It was around ten in the night and the member took a walk in the park. Several yards away, he saw a little girl walk into a strange man he wore a fedora and trench coat. Not minding the situation he stopped and watched. As if he had blinked, the man took a hold of her collar and stuck a needle into her neck. Idiotically he screammed out at the man and sprinted in his direction. The man dropped the girl and ran into the forest. The member squared down next to the girl who wailed around in agony. Her small body was an unnatural gray and her once dark eyes were cloudy. The strangest thing was that her skin--it moved. Out from her side finger tips emerged. He knew what was happening, so he put her down. Needless to say, the mad man never came back and neither did his disformed