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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><i><span style="font-size: 12px">Name: Nadia “Dia” Kveldulf</span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">Age: 25</span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">Height: 5’6</span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">Weight: 128 lbs</span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">Personality: Unlike her twin brother, Dia prefers a more sedentary lifestyle. That isn’t to say that she can’t be adventurous, however, prefers to keep her activity low in the effort of keeping her inner beast at bay. Dia can easily be described as driven, hardworking and responsible. She is also very independent, often preferring to work alone or exclusively with her brother on an assignment when in the office. By nature, the woman is still very gregarious and craves the proximity of a “pack”, something that she hasn’t experienced due to her hybridism. To her coworkers, she seems humble and unobtrusive, however, those that are close to Dia know that in her true form, she can be anything but. While Dia knows when to hold her tongue, she still has a tendency to be brutally honest, frequently placing a barrier between her emotions and what needs to be done.  She can be relentless in her work and, at times, refuses to rest until she’s either made an executive decision or found what she’s been looking for.</span></i></div>
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Dia leaned back in her leather office chair, eyes trained on the bulky computer screen before her. This case had been ruthless, haunting her very existence for weeks now. It was as though every time she’d managed to add another piece of evidence to the investigation, ten more perpetrator’s became involved. She was beginning to think that all supernatural’s were linked to this crime. The brunette’s work station was beginning to look like a college dorm room: folders, notes and cups of coffee littered her desk, a large black fleece throw was strewn across the back of her office chair and for some reason or another, there were </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">two</span></i><span style="font-size: 12px"> pairs of black flats scattered throughout the room. As much as she hated to admit it, she was going to need help with this case. Huffing a defeated sigh from between her parted, blood red lips, the woman rested the back of her head against the fleece and her eyelids fluttered closed. She let the busy hustle and bustle of the New Orleans Directorate of Other Races (NOLADOR) headquarters lull her into a soft daydream.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Dia Kveldulf and her twin brother, Aiden, worked for a discreet organization that was established strictly for the purpose of policing other supernatural beings and maintaining the safety of public health. Up until this point, there were only a handful of other supernatural’s actually employed within the governmental agency. Everyone else was human. A majority of the employees spent their time either in a field agent’s ear as an analyst, involving themselves with forensic affairs or deciphering the  evidence of an ongoing investigation. The other small proportion of executives remained in the field, subduing supernatural perps for arrests or recruitments, assassinating them or…dying.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">An abrupt knock on her slightly ajar office door made the woman jump. <i>Shit. </i>Just what she needed—for her boss to walk in and catch her sleeping on possibly the biggest case they’d received yet. She breathed a relieved sigh just as a tall, blonde woman poked her head into the office.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><b>“Oh, Lani. It’s just you.” </b>Dia pulled her hair out of a tight red clip, letting her chestnut-colored waves fall over her shoulders. <b>“Do you have those fingerprints for me? I didn’t think I’d need them, but this case is driving…me…” </b>but her words trailed off as Dia finally noticed the alarmed expression on her friends face. <b>“What’s wrong?” </b>The cool and always collected Lani looked as though she’d been paid a visit by Satan herself.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">“I lost him….” The human woman breathed. If it hadn’t been for Dia’s acute sense of hearing, she may not have picked up on the other woman’s words.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Dia’s eyebrow’s furrowed in as a confused expression crossed her face. <b>“You lost…who?”</b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">“Aiden. I lost Aiden.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">At first, Dia didn’t understand what Lani meant. But her heart sank as she realized that the auditory connection between the field agent , her brother, and the analyst, herself,  had been severed. In an instant, Dia was at the woman’s side yanking her own ear piece from her. <b>“Aiden!”</b>she yelled into it, alarmed. She could hear faint background noise, but nothing particularly useful. She breathed a sigh. Noise meant that her brother was still alive, just unresponsive or choosing to ignore his analyst. <b>“Aiden! This isn’t the time to be going rogue! Stop dicking around and get back to your assigned mission.”</b> Aiden had gone rogue a few times in the past, if only just for his own crude entertainment. He’d been demoted once for it, so Dia couldn’t unerstand  why he would be choosing to do it again. Silence. Typically, he’d respond whenever Dia scolded him. She listened, pressing the technology closer to her ear. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><i>Wait a minute.</i> <br/>
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She </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">could</span></i><span style="font-size: 12px"> hear something. She could just barely make out a woman’s voice, but not her words. It almost sounded like another language entirely. Grabbing a pen from her desk, Dia was ready to scribble down what she could decipher, but not before hearing the </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">click!</span></i><span style="font-size: 12px"> of the link severing. The hybrid swallowed hard, letting the ear piece fall to the carpeted ground and running a nervous hand through her hair. A knot began to form in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong. Aiden’s link had never been severed before. He’d never been close to being caught, nor had he returned to the headquarters with as much as a scratch on him. Dia averted her teal eyes to her co-worker, Lani.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">“Deputy Cooper has already been informed. He has a unit dispatching in ten to find him,” Lani rushed through her words, nervously.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Dia took a deep breath and reached past her to push the door closed. She didn’t have time be upset, nor did she have time for a human unit to collect themselves and blindly disembark on a mission to their deaths. If Aiden had been taken or killed by a supernatural, Dia was convinced that no human would be able to handle his affairs. The hybrid stepped closer to the blonde woman, pleading with her eyes.  </span><br/><br/><b><span style="font-size: 12px">“I need you to tell me what you know.”</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><br/>
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Dia found herself hiking down a dirt road that ended just past the bayou. Her state-issued SUV had gotten her this far, she would have to rely on her nose to get her the rest of the way. She certainly looked out of place, tramping through the backwater swamp in her short pencil-skirt with her white button-down partially stuffed into it. She was, after all, an office employee—not a field agent. If Aiden could have seen her now, he would have laughed. Dia’s heart ached at the thought of her missing brother. The dispatch unit had returned to the headquarters with no sign of her twin, no evidence that he’d even ventured into the bayou. They hadn’t stopped looking, but she knew that they probably would have been looking in the wrong place. She felt an obligation to find her brother. Not only was she the older twin, but Aiden had been on his last leg with the Chief. In addition to that, the woman was certain that Deputy Cooper was no longer taking Aiden’s disappearances seriously, however, this truly felt different. She didn't want to think about what would happen to her if the Chief or the Deputy caught wind of her current actions.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Dia paused by a tree, teal eyes surveying the marshy landscape. This was where Lani said that Aiden's chip had been cut off.  The deeper she ventured, the thicker the Louisiana humidity seemed to become. She inhaled deeply, breathing in every odor that she could. He’d been here. His scent was lacing the land like gasoline laced an arsonists crime scene. The woman pressed onward. She was not a tracker, although Aiden had taught her a few things in the past: what signs to look for, what smells were associated with which supernaturals, etc. Although it all seemed to jumble together in her mind as she made her best attempt to track him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">She halted as another odor filled her nostrils, something unfamiliar. Had Aiden mentioned this smell? She couldn’t remember. But it was very foreign, unlike any supernatural that she’d encountered during processing or recruitment. Leaning up against the tree, she realized that the scent was becoming stronger. Whatever it was, it was close. <br/>
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