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Post by Crispin Mercer on Dec 1, 2014 18:58:30 GMT -5
CRISPIN MERCER
BASICS
Name: Crispin Mercer Alias:Cris, Multiple classified ICPO aliases Age: 27 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: ██████████████
Region: Nue Class: Interpol Occupation: Interpol Special Agent Rank: A
DIRECTORY & OOC INFO
Directory Info: [size=3][b]SYLVIE[/b][/size] [url=link to application][b]Crispin Mercer[/b][/url] Face claim: [b]Free![/b] - Rin Matsuoka, [i]Mercer, Crispin[/i]
Continuity: Original Other Characters: Etta Rassul, Lucas Courtwater, Eileen Paulsen
He has several scars, and can't say for certain which came from where.
Tends toward black and other dark-colored clothes that are easy to move around in.
PERSONALITY
Straightforward, honest. Cris says what he means, sometimes to a rather blunt extent, though there are times where he'll opt for the "don't say anything at all" side of "if you can't say anything nice." He's not much for lying unless it's required for a job; manipulation bores him.
Adaptable. There's not much that will catch him off guard for long. He can adjust to any situation he needs to, and get done what needs to be done. Not to say that he'll necessarily do it without complaining, of course. Cris has a wide skillset and a gift for improv; if he can't find utility, he'll make it.
Brutal. Crispin enjoys fighting. He doesn't particularly mind pain. While he would never go off on someone that he didn't feel deserved it, and while he's perfectly capable of restraining himself when the situation calls for a more surgical approach, he can and often will go for inflicting the maximum amount of damage allowed. He hates fights that waste his time, though, by far preferring to choose his battles.
Insensitive, apathetic. Honest attempts at decent behavior aside, a lot of the time Crispin just doesn't care, and isn't necessarily thinking about a person's feeling regard a situation. Oh, he knows those feelings are there - but the way he sees it, other things take priority. He doesn't often form opinions on things that don't directly affect him. A lot of the time he doesn't try to empathize. Back in good company, however, he may try to work on this.
Protective. He always takes care of those close to him - friends, family, coworkers or subordinates. He's loyal and will go to great lengths to keep them safe, and make sure in his own way that they're taken care of in the way they need.
Responsible and reliable. Cris gets what needs to be done, done. Tends to cause even more trouble if you don't, after all, and a lot of his career lately has been focused on completing specific objectives. Given an important task, he will get it done. Give him an important enough task, and he will risk his life to complete it.
Judgemental. People annoy him, in many cases. More often than not he finds himself reaffirming his conclusion that he prefers Pokemon. Cris' standards for decent human conduct aren't too high, but they are a little on the absolute side in his mind, and failure to meet them can land you the target of criticism. Silent criticism, usually - though if you get on his nerves enough he'll have no issue with being vocal about it.
Resilient. Cris doesn't stop and get hung up on things. Failures can make him angry, and demeanor aside he does get hurt at times, but he tends to channel that into getting things done rather than wallowing. He also possesses that often irritating habit of insisting on powering through injuries rather than getting to recommended rest and medication. He does know his limits, however.
Strong morals. They just don't always match up with everyone else's. Let it just be said that even violent assholes have standards.
Ambitions: Capture the last man on his list. Live to see retirement.
HISTORY
Crispin Mercer's father is a living legend within the ICPO, a respected son from a respected, moneyed family, with a long-standing career full of high profile cases he managed to close despite mountains of adversity. A native of Tynntill Town, Nue, his career would send him to temporary stations in multiple regions, including Kalos, where he met and married Crispin's mother, an heiress of moderate wealth and social standing. Crispin's childhood was spent moving along with his father's job, from their home in Lumiose, to brief stays in both Unova and Kanto, before finally making it back to Tynntill Town after his father's promotion to a director's position. Cris was on the surface a well-behaved child, quick-witted. His parents saw to it that he had a rich and varied education. He attended the best schools in the area, and as his father's career shifted from field to bureaucratic positions, he and his mother were regular favorites at the variety of social functions the family attended. Few picked up on the fact that much of Crispin's agreeable and friendly demeanor was for the most part an act.
He had grown up watching his mother and father, and the circles they moved in - circles that valued playing nice, networking, doing what was expected of you, so that you could play your way up the ladder. If you were good enough, they would like you. They would treat you right, they would help you. Eventually you would get to the point where your name alone meant something, and that would be where the freedom was. He wanted to get there. He was necessarily ambitious - he was never looking for fame and fortune. But he believed that if he did the right thing, if you played by the rules, things would turn out right. The universe would let you be happy.
Cris wanted to get into Interpol, like his father had. It seemed the perfect profession for him - the clear objective of enforcing the law, the rules to follow, the need to be both physically and mentally adept, that challenge. Without precisely idolizing the job, it had grown into something ideal for him over the years as his father brought home the various stories of cases and encounters. It was something Cris thought he could enjoy, something he could excel in.
But when Crispin would finally join Interpol himself, follow in his father's footsteps, the deck was in many ways stacked against him. It was a no-win situation: the general expectation was that he would seek and likely get special treatment because of his father, so if he did well, no one will credit him with it. If, however, he didn't become a star like his father, he would forever be stuck in his shadow.
Crispin's initial professional mindset was a good one, a reasonable one - he worked hard and did all the right things. He wore the right clothes, said the right words to all the right people, respected the agency and authority and for the most part in his early years in the service, flew under the radar. There would be no attention-seeking for grappling for the limelight. He made an effort to go about the work quietly, humbly, taking little credit for his contributions in favor of spreading it around and gaining the respect of several senior agents and other superiors along the way. In many ways on the outside he appeared something of a let-down, but respectable enough, an average guy, and over time the masses forgot about him.
Which is when, after a few years, he started to switch things up. Still very much the well-behaved, rank and file agent, but no longer did he go about quietly behind the scenes. With a new and like-minded partner by his side, he threw himself to the front lines. One after the other, and much like his father before him, he started throwing down major breaks in major cases, going the distance for the win. Of course, he's running himself ragged doing this. Constantly putting himself in harm's way, taking sometimes absurd risks to his personal safety, but these risks were all calculated (or at least appeared to be) and even walking away with an injury, he always walked away with the case closed. Things were working out as he thought they would. As long as he played his cards right, earned that respect, played by their rules - everything would turn out alright. He would surpass the grind and have the same freedom of stability. A couple of years and promotions later, he had earned his spot in the ICPO big leagues and had become pretty well-respected in his own right. Things were still looking up.
This, of course, was when everything took the turn for the horribly wrong.
Jennifer Daily was the girlfriend of a syndicate head and she wanted out of the life. Everyone's heard this story. She turns herself into the ICPO and offers up all the information she has in exchange for protection. Crispin and his partner and best friend, Evan Andrews, caught lead on the case, and began the task of documenting all the evidence Jenny had to offer. The syndicate knew nothing of her betrayal yet, and the plan was to keep it that way, as she continued her daily life there, secretly guarded by the ICPO by night.
She was beautiful, smart, charming, and vulnerable - the attraction was inevitable, and mutual by all indications. Crispin, always on the move in his adolescence and then jumping straight from school to the ICPO track, simply hadn't seemed to have the time for romance. But, despite the fact that this was unusual, the first time he had ever held any real attraction to anyone, he told himself he doesn't have time, now, either. He had to be professional about this. She was a witness, if it got out . . . He subtly pulled back. He began to put a stop to the long, post-debriefing conversations they would have after a briefing. Sent Andrews instead when she made contact for a spur-of-the-moment cover meeting. Politely dismisses her quiet advances, and besides the slight air of melancholy that fell over proceedings between them, the operation at least continues smoothly. For a while.
Everything began going south when a conflict erupted between Jenny's syndicate and another, unidentified group that had moved into the area. Security concerns were high as the syndicate upped its guard under the threat of infiltration by the enemy. If they were going to catch on to Jenny's betrayal, now would be the time, but while resources were being poured into her case to take down the syndicate, likewise the ICPO was drawn into the brewing gang war. Syndicate agents were dropping left and right, their business fronts were being hit, and in short order it appeared to be every man for himself. Operations were set up to try to apprehend those involved, but failures were beginning to mount up, culminating in a botched operation - a raid on a suspected hideout that ended in an ambush that left two ICPO agents dead and a third permanently disabled.
Crispin suspected a mole within the ICPO. For the syndicate or the mystery group, he wasn't sure, but someone, he was sure, was leaking information about ICPO movements and he began to investigate the issue on his own.
It was then that he learned Jenny and Evan had become involved. An accidental discovery, really. None other than their own surveillance had gotten video of a kiss; it's likely no one ever would have seen it had Cris not been going back over everything. All the conversations, walks, stolen glances and moments - where Cris had put a stop to them, Evan had gone further. After she approached Crispin and was rebuffed, it appeared she had had no where to go but to run into Evan's arms for comfort, and from this leap, Crispin begins to put the whole plot together.
Jenny never wanted out - she wanted the syndicate for herself, and decided to use the ICPO to do it. Orchestrating a coup. With the revelation made, Crispin easily backtracked and discovered that the mystery group traced back to her and some syndicate higher-ups. From two sides she has been going at the syndicate, and drew an unwitting Evan into her web, who only realized too late what he had become involved in. He had been giving her information, helping her, out of love and disillusionment and the heavy, half-crazed air that had fallen over the investigation from the start. Information he leaked, from a conversation he and Crispin himself had had, was the cause of those agents deaths.
At this point a number of other agents had been brought up to speed on Crispin's findings, though several details he had still kept to himself - mainly the level of his partner's involvement, and some of Jenny's own actions directly against the ICPO. She wasn't evil, he thought. She was greedy, she grew up in this kind of world and it was all she knew. She had gone too far already but part of him still wants to give her a chance to redeem herself.
Cris confronted her during what she thought would just be a normal meet-up outside a restaurant downtown. She denied everything. He brought up her involvement with Evan. She swore he didn't mean anything to her, that she was in love with Cris all along. He threw the evidence of her syndicate take-over plot in her face. She became infuriated, said she felted betrayed by him. And so what if it was true, wouldn't the syndicate be better in her hands? Maybe she could make it into something better than it was. No, Jenny, you've only made it worse. She left. Crispin made the decision to give the rest of his informations to the ICPO in the morning.
He was attacked on the drive home. A car came out of the night and tried to drive him off the road, unrelenting. He went to evade it but it stuck with him, and it was soon joined by a Pokemon coming up on his other side trying to take the car down. The chase was a crazy blur, Crispin's Mightyena bailing out of the car at some point to launch at the assaulting Pokemon and Crispin's full attention turned to the other car. They reach a bridge. Crispin almost goes head-on into a barrier, he's pissed, it's dark, everything is so wrong - he runs the other car off the road and it goes sailing into the water. It's only the moment before the car is out of sight that he looks over and realizes it was Jenny driving.
The going theory was that it was a crime of passion. People suspected there was something going on between them, and really, well, he kind of looks like the type, doesn't he? It was well circulated office gossip that even his father would sometimes get "personally invested" in cases - maybe the apple doesn't fall too far, as they say. A huge police and Interpol presence descended on the bridge scene, arriving to find that Cris had gone into the water after her and managed, too late, to retrieve the body and drag it to shore. Cris' Mightyena, as well as the Pokemon that had attacked them, were both dead.
As dirty agents were still suspected within the office, he was unable to share the details of the secret part of the syndicate investigation with anyone but those he already brought in on the case, and Crispin was unable to fully explain himself. An investigation into Jenny's death was launched in earnest. After a marathon interrogation he wasn't under arrest, but placed on leave indefinitely with that heavy warning to not leave town, and to stay the hell out of the investigation. Word of course got back to Evan that Crispin killed Jenny, and he quickly disappeared. Still cooperating on the down low with his contacts in the ICPO, Crispin continued looking into the syndicate and locating Evan.
The syndicate heads learned of Jenny's plot and its ties with Interpol, and that there was no true second group attacking them. Just Jenny, a handful of other turncoats, and some ICPO dogs. And so the syndicate went out for the remaining blood.
The ICPO took on the brunt of the syndicate, and Evan, now in the wind, was hunted by both groups. Crispin stood a better chance of finding his partner than either of them. He wasn't sure why he wanted a crack at Evan first - old loyalty, revenge, to try to find out why? Maybe a little bit of them all. Crispin managed to get close to locating him, and realizing this, Evan took the initiative of contacting him first and setting up a meet.
Evan was a mess. He he had been dodging headhunters from the syndicate and the ICPO the past week, and he suspected the former was closing in. He believed Crispin killed Jenny out of jealousy, but Crispin laid out the truth, and that it was likely she didn't care for either of them at all and was just using them both. He went at Evan about the affair, about the betrayal, about the deaths of those agents. Evan revealed that the syndicate was in fact practically knocking on the door and that he brought Crispin here wanting to kill him. It devolved into a fight, interrupted only when the syndicate does indeed show up, surrounded the gutted warehouse Evan had barricaded himself in.
It was in these last few moments that the pair worked together again to fight off the syndicate hit men and manage to make it toward the back of the building to a possible escape route. Safety didn't last long, though, and in the moment they realized they were cornered, Evan revealed a serious wound he sustained during the fight with Crispin. His life was already over. Even if they got out of there and he got medical attention, he was still likely facing life imprisonment for his actions against the ICPO and the deaths of those agents. He wouldn't survive all that, and he really didn't want to. He didn't mean for it to get this far.
Evan draws the attention of the syndicate. Crispin makes it out to call for backup.
Eventually, Crispin was cleared of both Jennifer Daily and Evan Andrews' deaths, as well as any involvement with the syndicate plot. The remains of the syndicate were left apprehended or on the run, and Crispin was reinstated with commendations. But he wasn't the same agent. They said he changed, but he didn't really. He just stopped pretending. Gave up on the act of being the clean-cut, ready-to-please stand-up agent, and fell back into his much less acceptable but much more effective true persona. A bit gruff, uncouth, and much more challenging to those he didn't agree with. He just stopped giving a damn about what anyone else thought. Clearly as nice as he acted, it wasn't going to save him when the tables were turned against him. You didn't really see anyone standing up for him one his reputation had been tainted. So why bother?
He wasn't out of control, and he was just as good if not more so at his job, but he wasn't what came to be expected of him anymore, and that mixed with the scandal in his wake left a good portion of the office even less accepting of him than before. When he was approached with taking on the task of tracking down the syndicate members who had managed to escape to parts unknown, he accepted with little hesitation. The search took him far from home, across numerous regions and down several dark trails, and lasted close to two years, until everything eventually wrapped back around to Nue. Wizen, this time, already notorious for its mob activity and now the situation was again on the rise. With just one man left on his list, Cris headed there to finally put an end to his chase.
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Straightforward, honest. Cris says what he means, sometimes to a rather blunt extent, though there are times where he'll opt for the "don't say anything at all" side of "if you can't say anything nice." He's not much for lying unless it's required for a job; manipulation bores him.
Adaptable. There's not much that will catch him off guard for long. He can adjust to any situation he needs to, and get done what needs to be done. Not to say that he'll necessarily do it without complaining, of course. Cris has a wide skillset and a gift for improv; if he can't find utility, he'll make it.
Brutal. Crispin enjoys fighting. He doesn't particularly mind pain. While he would never go off on someone that he didn't feel deserved it, and while he's perfectly capable of restraining himself when the situation calls for a more surgical approach, he can and often will go for inflicting the maximum amount of damage allowed. He hates fights that waste his time, though, by far preferring to choose his battles.
Insensitive, apathetic. Honest attempts at decent behavior aside, a lot of the time Crispin just doesn't care, and isn't necessarily thinking about a person's feeling regard a situation. Oh, he knows those feelings are there - but the way he sees it, other things take priority. He doesn't often form opinions on things that don't directly affect him. A lot of the time he doesn't try to empathize. Back in good company, however, he may try to work on this.
Protective. He always takes care of those close to him - friends, family, coworkers or subordinates. He's loyal and will go to great lengths to keep them safe, and make sure in his own way that they're taken care of in the way they need.
Responsible and reliable. Cris gets what needs to be done, done. Tends to cause even more trouble if you don't, after all, and a lot of his career lately has been focused on completing specific objectives. Given an important task, he will get it done. Give him an important enough task, and he will risk his life to complete it.
Judgemental. People annoy him, in many cases. More often than not he finds himself reaffirming his conclusion that he prefers Pokemon. Cris' standards for decent human conduct aren't too high, but they are a little on the absolute side in his mind, and failure to meet them can land you the target of criticism. Silent criticism, usually - though if you get on his nerves enough he'll have no issue with being vocal about it.
Resilient. Cris doesn't stop and get hung up on things. Failures can make him angry, and demeanor aside he does get hurt at times, but he tends to channel that into getting things done rather than wallowing. He also possesses that often irritating habit of insisting on powering through injuries rather than getting to recommended rest and medication. He does know his limits, however.
Strong morals. They just don't always match up with everyone else's. Let it just be said that even violent assholes have standards.
Ambitions: Capture the last man on his list. Live to see retirement.
[attr="class","cafappscr"]Crispin Mercer's father is a living legend within the ICPO, a respected son from a respected, moneyed family, with a long-standing career full of high profile cases he managed to close despite mountains of adversity. A native of Tynntill Town, Nue, his career would send him to temporary stations in multiple regions, including Kalos, where he met and married Crispin's mother, an heiress of moderate wealth and social standing. Crispin's childhood was spent moving along with his father's job, from their home in Lumiose, to brief stays in both Unova and Kanto, before finally making it back to Tynntill Town after his father's promotion to a director's position. Cris was on the surface a well-behaved child, quick-witted. His parents saw to it that he had a rich and varied education. He attended the best schools in the area, and as his father's career shifted from field to bureaucratic positions, he and his mother were regular favorites at the variety of social functions the family attended. Few picked up on the fact that much of Crispin's agreeable and friendly demeanor was for the most part an act.
He had grown up watching his mother and father, and the circles they moved in - circles that valued playing nice, networking, doing what was expected of you, so that you could play your way up the ladder. If you were good enough, they would like you. They would treat you right, they would help you. Eventually you would get to the point where your name alone meant something, and that would be where the freedom was. He wanted to get there. He was necessarily ambitious - he was never looking for fame and fortune. But he believed that if he did the right thing, if you played by the rules, things would turn out right. The universe would let you be happy.
Cris wanted to get into Interpol, like his father had. It seemed the perfect profession for him - the clear objective of enforcing the law, the rules to follow, the need to be both physically and mentally adept, that challenge. Without precisely idolizing the job, it had grown into something ideal for him over the years as his father brought home the various stories of cases and encounters. It was something Cris thought he could enjoy, something he could excel in.
But when Crispin would finally join Interpol himself, follow in his father's footsteps, the deck was in many ways stacked against him. It was a no-win situation: the general expectation was that he would seek and likely get special treatment because of his father, so if he did well, no one will credit him with it. If, however, he didn't become a star like his father, he would forever be stuck in his shadow.
Crispin's initial professional mindset was a good one, a reasonable one - he worked hard and did all the right things. He wore the right clothes, said the right words to all the right people, respected the agency and authority and for the most part in his early years in the service, flew under the radar. There would be no attention-seeking for grappling for the limelight. He made an effort to go about the work quietly, humbly, taking little credit for his contributions in favor of spreading it around and gaining the respect of several senior agents and other superiors along the way. In many ways on the outside he appeared something of a let-down, but respectable enough, an average guy, and over time the masses forgot about him.
Which is when, after a few years, he started to switch things up. Still very much the well-behaved, rank and file agent, but no longer did he go about quietly behind the scenes. With a new and like-minded partner by his side, he threw himself to the front lines. One after the other, and much like his father before him, he started throwing down major breaks in major cases, going the distance for the win. Of course, he's running himself ragged doing this. Constantly putting himself in harm's way, taking sometimes absurd risks to his personal safety, but these risks were all calculated (or at least appeared to be) and even walking away with an injury, he always walked away with the case closed. Things were working out as he thought they would. As long as he played his cards right, earned that respect, played by their rules - everything would turn out alright. He would surpass the grind and have the same freedom of stability. A couple of years and promotions later, he had earned his spot in the ICPO big leagues and had become pretty well-respected in his own right. Things were still looking up.
This, of course, was when everything took the turn for the horribly wrong.
Jennifer Daily was the girlfriend of a syndicate head and she wanted out of the life. Everyone's heard this story. She turns herself into the ICPO and offers up all the information she has in exchange for protection. Crispin and his partner and best friend, Evan Andrews, caught lead on the case, and began the task of documenting all the evidence Jenny had to offer. The syndicate knew nothing of her betrayal yet, and the plan was to keep it that way, as she continued her daily life there, secretly guarded by the ICPO by night.
She was beautiful, smart, charming, and vulnerable - the attraction was inevitable, and mutual by all indications. Crispin, always on the move in his adolescence and then jumping straight from school to the ICPO track, simply hadn't seemed to have the time for romance. But, despite the fact that this was unusual, the first time he had ever held any real attraction to anyone, he told himself he doesn't have time, now, either. He had to be professional about this. She was a witness, if it got out . . . He subtly pulled back. He began to put a stop to the long, post-debriefing conversations they would have after a briefing. Sent Andrews instead when she made contact for a spur-of-the-moment cover meeting. Politely dismisses her quiet advances, and besides the slight air of melancholy that fell over proceedings between them, the operation at least continues smoothly. For a while.
Everything began going south when a conflict erupted between Jenny's syndicate and another, unidentified group that had moved into the area. Security concerns were high as the syndicate upped its guard under the threat of infiltration by the enemy. If they were going to catch on to Jenny's betrayal, now would be the time, but while resources were being poured into her case to take down the syndicate, likewise the ICPO was drawn into the brewing gang war. Syndicate agents were dropping left and right, their business fronts were being hit, and in short order it appeared to be every man for himself. Operations were set up to try to apprehend those involved, but failures were beginning to mount up, culminating in a botched operation - a raid on a suspected hideout that ended in an ambush that left two ICPO agents dead and a third permanently disabled.
Crispin suspected a mole within the ICPO. For the syndicate or the mystery group, he wasn't sure, but someone, he was sure, was leaking information about ICPO movements and he began to investigate the issue on his own.
It was then that he learned Jenny and Evan had become involved. An accidental discovery, really. None other than their own surveillance had gotten video of a kiss; it's likely no one ever would have seen it had Cris not been going back over everything. All the conversations, walks, stolen glances and moments - where Cris had put a stop to them, Evan had gone further. After she approached Crispin and was rebuffed, it appeared she had had no where to go but to run into Evan's arms for comfort, and from this leap, Crispin begins to put the whole plot together.
Jenny never wanted out - she wanted the syndicate for herself, and decided to use the ICPO to do it. Orchestrating a coup. With the revelation made, Crispin easily backtracked and discovered that the mystery group traced back to her and some syndicate higher-ups. From two sides she has been going at the syndicate, and drew an unwitting Evan into her web, who only realized too late what he had become involved in. He had been giving her information, helping her, out of love and disillusionment and the heavy, half-crazed air that had fallen over the investigation from the start. Information he leaked, from a conversation he and Crispin himself had had, was the cause of those agents deaths.
At this point a number of other agents had been brought up to speed on Crispin's findings, though several details he had still kept to himself - mainly the level of his partner's involvement, and some of Jenny's own actions directly against the ICPO. She wasn't evil, he thought. She was greedy, she grew up in this kind of world and it was all she knew. She had gone too far already but part of him still wants to give her a chance to redeem herself.
Cris confronted her during what she thought would just be a normal meet-up outside a restaurant downtown. She denied everything. He brought up her involvement with Evan. She swore he didn't mean anything to her, that she was in love with Cris all along. He threw the evidence of her syndicate take-over plot in her face. She became infuriated, said she felted betrayed by him. And so what if it was true, wouldn't the syndicate be better in her hands? Maybe she could make it into something better than it was. No, Jenny, you've only made it worse. She left. Crispin made the decision to give the rest of his informations to the ICPO in the morning.
He was attacked on the drive home. A car came out of the night and tried to drive him off the road, unrelenting. He went to evade it but it stuck with him, and it was soon joined by a Pokemon coming up on his other side trying to take the car down. The chase was a crazy blur, Crispin's Mightyena bailing out of the car at some point to launch at the assaulting Pokemon and Crispin's full attention turned to the other car. They reach a bridge. Crispin almost goes head-on into a barrier, he's pissed, it's dark, everything is so wrong - he runs the other car off the road and it goes sailing into the water. It's only the moment before the car is out of sight that he looks over and realizes it was Jenny driving.
The going theory was that it was a crime of passion. People suspected there was something going on between them, and really, well, he kind of looks like the type, doesn't he? It was well circulated office gossip that even his father would sometimes get "personally invested" in cases - maybe the apple doesn't fall too far, as they say. A huge police and Interpol presence descended on the bridge scene, arriving to find that Cris had gone into the water after her and managed, too late, to retrieve the body and drag it to shore. Cris' Mightyena, as well as the Pokemon that had attacked them, were both dead.
As dirty agents were still suspected within the office, he was unable to share the details of the secret part of the syndicate investigation with anyone but those he already brought in on the case, and Crispin was unable to fully explain himself. An investigation into Jenny's death was launched in earnest. After a marathon interrogation he wasn't under arrest, but placed on leave indefinitely with that heavy warning to not leave town, and to stay the hell out of the investigation. Word of course got back to Evan that Crispin killed Jenny, and he quickly disappeared. Still cooperating on the down low with his contacts in the ICPO, Crispin continued looking into the syndicate and locating Evan.
The syndicate heads learned of Jenny's plot and its ties with Interpol, and that there was no true second group attacking them. Just Jenny, a handful of other turncoats, and some ICPO dogs. And so the syndicate went out for the remaining blood.
The ICPO took on the brunt of the syndicate, and Evan, now in the wind, was hunted by both groups. Crispin stood a better chance of finding his partner than either of them. He wasn't sure why he wanted a crack at Evan first - old loyalty, revenge, to try to find out why? Maybe a little bit of them all. Crispin managed to get close to locating him, and realizing this, Evan took the initiative of contacting him first and setting up a meet.
Evan was a mess. He he had been dodging headhunters from the syndicate and the ICPO the past week, and he suspected the former was closing in. He believed Crispin killed Jenny out of jealousy, but Crispin laid out the truth, and that it was likely she didn't care for either of them at all and was just using them both. He went at Evan about the affair, about the betrayal, about the deaths of those agents. Evan revealed that the syndicate was in fact practically knocking on the door and that he brought Crispin here wanting to kill him. It devolved into a fight, interrupted only when the syndicate does indeed show up, surrounded the gutted warehouse Evan had barricaded himself in.
It was in these last few moments that the pair worked together again to fight off the syndicate hit men and manage to make it toward the back of the building to a possible escape route. Safety didn't last long, though, and in the moment they realized they were cornered, Evan revealed a serious wound he sustained during the fight with Crispin. His life was already over. Even if they got out of there and he got medical attention, he was still likely facing life imprisonment for his actions against the ICPO and the deaths of those agents. He wouldn't survive all that, and he really didn't want to. He didn't mean for it to get this far.
Evan draws the attention of the syndicate. Crispin makes it out to call for backup.
Eventually, Crispin was cleared of both Jennifer Daily and Evan Andrews' deaths, as well as any involvement with the syndicate plot. The remains of the syndicate were left apprehended or on the run, and Crispin was reinstated with commendations. But he wasn't the same agent. They said he changed, but he didn't really. He just stopped pretending. Gave up on the act of being the clean-cut, ready-to-please stand-up agent, and fell back into his much less acceptable but much more effective true persona. A bit gruff, uncouth, and much more challenging to those he didn't agree with. He just stopped giving a damn about what anyone else thought. Clearly as nice as he acted, it wasn't going to save him when the tables were turned against him. You didn't really see anyone standing up for him one his reputation had been tainted. So why bother?
He wasn't out of control, and he was just as good if not more so at his job, but he wasn't what came to be expected of him anymore, and that mixed with the scandal in his wake left a good portion of the office even less accepting of him than before. When he was approached with taking on the task of tracking down the syndicate members who had managed to escape to parts unknown, he accepted with little hesitation. The search took him far from home, across numerous regions and down several dark trails, and lasted close to two years, until everything eventually wrapped back around to Nue. Wizen, this time, already notorious for its mob activity and now the situation was again on the rise. With just one man left on his list, Cris headed there to finally put an end to his chase.
