Mindy Rogers

For those who admire me, they seem to respect me for my intellect the most. I was a 4.0 student and had colleges practically BEGGING me to come to their school. I always had an eye for noticing things (so much so that people joked my thick glasses were magnifying glasses) and I process everything that I observe to its logical conclusions. Another trait people seem to admire about me was my diligence, my careful and meticulous work ethic that drives me for hard work is always rewarded in turn. As a student, I was loved by teachers whom sung me praise. From my compatriots… I was often loathed, not sure why but I was never one to understand people.

Perhaps it was because I always found myself distant, never truly connecting with people, even to those I was closest to. Some find my logic to be cold and my deadpan expression makes me look derived of any real emotion. Perhaps it is because of my vindictive nature, bearing long grudges to those whom had slandered, insulted, or hurt me in the past. Another possibly could be that tend to think of myself superior to most people that I come across to which I retort that I am. Most people are idiots and I will give respect to those whom I feel are deserving of it.

Vindictive- holds long grudges

Deadpan- doesn’t express much emotion

Distant- has trouble connecting with people

Intelligent- is ruthlessly smart

Observant- picks up and notices the small details

Logical- believe there is a perfectly sound explanation for anything

Diligent- will tirelessly push herself to accomplish any task she sets herself for and despises laziness

Superiority-Likes to think herself better than almost everyone but will usually defer to authority

Mystery Incorporated… looking back it was a rather clique name but solving mysteries was their thing. I always aspired to find work as detective when I grew up as well… I was a big fan of solving mysteries. It was corny but my love of mysteries honestly came out of my love for the young adult mystery novels she used to read such as Nascy Drew, Baby-Sitter’s club, and The Boxcar Children. Oh and Basil of Baker Street which would later introduce to the works Sir Arthur Conon Doyle. I was never popular… far from it. I was a pudgy looking child with pigtails and thick rimmed glasses whose nose was in always in books. Thus, I was always subject to teasing to my tormentors and while the rest never really noticed me. Which was fine I guess… I never really understood people anyway. The only people whom ever really approached me were the other dweebs of the school, her younger brother included. I don’t recall smiling much as child, at least not in public as I was self-conscious about the braces I had to wear. I did not have a lot going for me as child but at least I was doing well in school. It wasn’t THAT hard to get an A+ in everything. You only follow the instructions of the teachers, ask questions when you don’t understand, and remembering to bring your pencil to class (some kids had trouble even doing that).

Moving to the Ravenheart Grove at the start of high school offered me many new opportunities I was free of the lingering stigmas from my previous school. Or at least those where the promises her parents told her. But high school politics and a terrible case of acne labeled her nerd so once again books and teachers were her only friends except for a Chinese girl named Yu. They never really spoke with was probably the reason why two of them liked eating their lunches together so I always checked that off as bonding with others. They were both outcast but it was fine with her to be honest, books were more interesting than people anyway who drone on and on about their mundane lives. Except for Yu, she never spoke.

The only person she felt might have cared was her little brother Ronnie. The two of them have always been nerds growing up so they had quite a few thinks in common even if their personalities clashed at times. I was smart one between the two of us but Ronnie always seemed to have a better grasp with people. One day, soon after they moved, her brother and few of his new friends wanted to investigate some supposable hunted house and they needed her (being the one who recently got their driver’s license and gifted the old family van) to drive them all there. I remember laughing at them and told they should start walking. But… her brother appealed to her love of mysteries and invited her along to at least fancy the idea of playing investigator. She knew that she was being played but… what the hell, she always wanted to live out her own mystery novel and she would quickly become an integral part of Mysteries Incorporated… and name that she always thought was stupidly cliché.

Soon after we had finished uncovered our first mystery (turned out the ghost were two old geezers scaring everyone away while trying to find lost treasure. Lost treasured ended up being a cookbook.) I found myself coming along for all the future investigations my brother and his friends were doing. They had a good thing going on… at one point they even adopted a baby bear as our mascot. It was a cowardly creature but had a knack for finding secret passages so it proved most useful. I always played as the voice of reason, chauffer, and of course lead investigator. It was only natural as I could put together the clues we collected and I was the one who noticed the small details that everyone else seems to overlook. Emotions where occasionally riled but everyone was surprisingly professional when it came to solving mysteries. Many of the mysteries turned out to be nothing more than special effect tricks by people trying to gain attention or men wearing rubber suits to scare everyone way. That is until senior year (everyone else were freshmen) when their mysteries took a turn to the paranormal. Psychopathic killers, evil cults worshipping old gods, and a monster that wasn’t some old dude with liver spots donning a rubber suit made in Taiwan.

At first I tried to rationalize these supernatural events but was they began to manifest themselves in increasing frequency… it became apparent that there were greater mysteries in our world and that the world we think is true is far more divorced from reality than we ever realized. I did my best to organize and understand these new phenonium but unraveling the esoteric was proving quite a challenge even for someone of my own intellect. During the summer of that year (I now a high school graduate and was prepped to go to Harvard to study criminal law) Ronnie had her and all his friends investigate a new mystery involving some crazy cult worshipping some evil spirit… the usual. It will later go down as Mystery’s Incorporated’s last case.

After my brother STIPIDLY allowed himself to get infected by the mothman spirit, it went from Scooby Doo to Friday the 13[sup]th[/sup] real fast. Ronnie… or whatever Ronnie had become hunted his former friends and herself. I even witnessed him EATING his own girlfriend and it was NOT in the sexy romantic way. God… she could still hear her screams ring into her head… but were as everyone else panic… she remained composed. She had to if she wanted to survive and so I hatched a plan to save myself and maybe my brother Ronnie too. Using the artifact which we recovered from Incident #47 (a unassuming clay idol that according to the occult had the power to steal souls) I had planned to use the artifact to try to capture the spirit of the creature that had possessed my brother but… I did not know the ritual and was force to consult with old tomes that spoke of the use of these strange objects.

For all my intellect and attempts to preserve myself, even sacrificing one my acquaintances (to which Ronnie would refer to as friends) to the monster to buy precious time to prepare the ritual. But… time was never on my side. Only a few more seconds was all needed to trap the monster’s spirit but… it broke down the door sooner than expected even with the makeshift fortifications. Instead of saving my brother, I was violently mauled and ripped apart. My body was left mutilated and bloodied… but death was not end for Mindy Rogers. Instead of my soul traveling to whatever heaven or hell awaited her… her essence was instead absorbed and trapped within the idol that she had intended for the monster now residing in her brother’s heart. For 7 long years, I was trapped in that old idol… my prison for what feared would be all of eternity. But by pure chance was I discovered… for the idol that held my soul was found by a young man whom visited the young forest that was once the thriving town of Ravenheart Grove… now but a forgotten memory by all save one.

Michael was his name, the one who found me. The slob was looking for a place to get high when stubbed his toe against the half-buried idol. Like any good man whom discovered a precious object by chance… he put the idol I was in up for auction on the internet. I was a good deal too from what he told me, 40 dollars for spooky clay idol. Thankfully instead of ending up in a collection, Michael was an idiot and dropped the idol on the floor while inspecting me and thus I was free at last. Poor bastard pissed himself scared and ran to the bathroom while holding a cross with Jesus on it. While he prayed God… then Buddha… I examined my new ghostly form and tried to get a grip on basic functions such as how to move. It wasn’t like in the old games that came with the instruction manuals but I quickly got the hang it. I had no time for his silliness and interrogated him for all the details of this new world I found myself in while in my ghostly form. After learning everything I could from him, I coerced him into doing my bidding or threaten to “spook him for the rest of his life” to which he quickly agreed to my demands and praised “that one Indian dude with the elephant head”. And so, began my partnership with Michael Boozer… some of the worst years of my existence.

Michael was a slob who lack ambition and only wanted to get high, drink booze, and watched children’s cartoons instead of doing anything productive. I personally loathed him but I feared it would be too dangerous to reveal myself as doing do will either lead to be being exorcised or being contained in some government lab so I was forced to trust my new… acquaintance. Plus, given my new intangible form, manipulations of physical objects proved impossible so I had to come to rely on Michael’s fleshy hands for mundane task such as flipping pages or moving things. Over time I had come to understand my new form and the powers that came with it. Most useful was the ability to control electronic device that has given me a huge potential as I could control computers and cell phones as well as accessing the wealth of knowledge they possess. Even large complex machines like cars I could possess… useful when I am forced to Michael’s chauffer from one of his drunken binges with friends. Another innate power her ectoplasmic body possessed as the fact that it was so effect at absorbing and removing heat from the local space that she could freeze almost anything with her touch. Michael however abused her intangible cold form many times as a quick way to cool his beer… so violating. Eventually Michael’s laziness eventually aggravated me to the point that I ended up forcing him to go back to college and make himself useful to the world while he was still alive.

Soon enough I had him enrolled in a good university in Oregon (mostly because really needed a change of scenery) and managed to scrounge up enough unclaimed scholarships to afford the tuition. Any protest Michael where quickly ended with threats of freezing his pea brain. So, the two of us alternated driving his car all to the to Oregon with what little belongings Michael possessed. Once at the university I set out to whipped him right up to shape and put him under a vigorous study regime that I had personally designed herself. Michael at first lamented his predicament but a few threats later he proved complacent. After a rigorous first quarter… I was SHOCKED that he had nearly flunked all his classes. When confronted, I realized that I may have been a bit… inflexible and altered the regime to accommodate Michael “relaxation sessions”. The new adjustments worked wonders as Michael went from nearly flunking out of college (again) to being one of its top students within the next quarter. I was so impressed that I thought to reexamine my own priorities. Thus… I started to join on these relaxation sessions… watching cartoons with Michael (mostly critiquing), mastering video games, playing around with software on the laptop Michael had. Occasionally I even came along to the parties Michael attended via his smartphone. Maybe… she had some fun but at times but… solving mysteries as still a core part of her character. And there was one mystery that I had always been working throughout the years during my company with Michael: What happened to Ronnie Rogers?

While acting as Micheal tutor/parent/alarm clock/back-up refrigerator had keep myself occupied, I had always wondered whatever had become of my brother Ronnie as well as everyone else whom lived in Ravenheart Grove until its mysterious disappearance. I scrounged the internet the internet for information but all evidence of the town appeared to have been erased and the people whom every lived there were absent from the online records, herself included, save for a few creepy pasta sites. The only exception was her brother Ronnie, whom according to records was still alive before disappearing. This stuck me as suspicious… and investigations only reaffirmed said suspicion, that her brother was still alive in secret and that he had moved to Mantra Carlos… a familiar name that she remember back when she was alive. During the earlier supernatural investigations, that name kept coming come up multiple times. Problem was… Mantra Carlos did not exist… at least officially. There are rumors if one look within the deep net though, a dark space normally unventured by most people. What little information I managed to collect hinted at its existence in the Pacific but further details proved elusive.

After all these years, I of searching fruitlessly… at least I finally I uncovered the proof of the of the island and the “Starlight Academy” on the said island! At least I had the next step to find out the truth of what happened to Ronnie Rogers but my intrusive hacking was monitored. The next day there was a knock on the door, when Michael (whom thought they were cops and told me to go hide the weed) opened it was two Scouts from the Starlight Academy, wishing to extend an invitation to him. After much confusion and revealing myself to the gentlemen it was quickly realized that it was me that they wanted for it was I whom was trying to hack into their systems from Michael’s computers… the whole turning out to be charade to expose gifted hackers and extending an invitation to said special person. The two scouts were however not expecting the person they were looking for to be a ghost. After explaining the situation and some negations, I agreed to come to them Scouts as citizen. Michael was upset… he had feelings for me that surprised me and was worried what his life would be like without me since I have helped him changed his life so drastically. I could only reassure him that despite being a pea-brained idiot he had made great progress and should he stay the course he will no doubt be successful… and that if he needed to contact me he had my E-mail. Dumb bastard tried to hug and nearly got frostbite as he thanked for all she did for him. In all honestly, she did nothing… well aside threatening a bunch but his achievements were his own.

Soon after arriving to the island she wasted no time in using it resources to reconnect with her brother… probably to berate him for getting her violently murdered. But… looking through the names in the registery revealed her brother to dead… at least officially. She did however find out that her old van (still had the same license plate registration) was on the island… sitting in tow yard (WHAT THE FUCK BRO THAT IS MY CAR!). The van was registered to one Desmond Reynolds to whom she suspected to be her brother Ronnie Rogers. If not, then at least this Desmond could give her clues to where her brother was… or at least provide some closure. Regardless, I was close now… all that I need to do now was find this Desmond Reynolds.

As a child, Mindy loved mystery novels but was subject to ridicule for being an “ugly child”. Moved to the town of Ravenheart Grove during freshman year of high school, she hoped for new start in life but found herself in the same situation back at her pervious school. Ended up going her brother Ronnie and friends in solving local mysteries. As the years go by, the mysteries start becoming more dangerous and paranormal in nature. During the summer after she graduated from high school she would find herself in the most dangerous mystery she, her brother, and his friends had ever partaken-in.

Her brother Ronnie became possessed by the spirit of the mothman and started killing his friends one by one. Mindy attempted to perform a ritual to trap the evil spirit into a magical idol but was killed before she could complete it and her soul was trapped within the idol instead. After 7 years, the idol would later be found by young man named Michael Boozer. After accidently breaking the idol, Michael unintentionally released the ghost of Mindy. After learning where she was, the two of them struck up a partnership.

Mindy “nudged” Michael to return to college and reform himself from being a slacker into a productive member of society. During the next several years with Michael, she became familiar with her powers as well as becoming a master data miner using her ghostly possession of machines like computers. During her investigation into finding her brother Ronnie Rogers, she attracted the attention of the Scouts from Starlight Academy. After some conversation, she accepted the offer to move to Manta Carlos and bid her compatriot Michael farewell. Upon her arrival to the island she set herself to finding her brother Ronnie whom she suspects going under the name Desmond Reynolds.