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[b]Name:[/b] John Hadley

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Appearance (no anime):[/b] 

[b]Nationality or Place of Residence:[/b] York, UK.

[b]Rank:[/b] First Lieutenant 

[b]Biography / history:[/b] John Hadley was born in York. His parents were well of and so Hadley's early life was not uncomfortable, he was given an excellent education and so was accepted to Oxford, where he studied psychology along with English, his end goal was to graduate and teach in one of his fields.

His second year at Oxford was coming to a close soon when John found something out about himself that changed the way he conducted himself and the way he was perceived by his peers. He'd walked into his dormitory and sat at his desk about to begin studying for upcoming exams when he'd noticed the cat. The feline was lounged on his bed, it had grey and black fur and it stared at him from its, seemingly comfortable position. "Uh... A cat?" Was all he could say, he then stood and grabbed the furry creature from the bed, intending to put it outside. 

As he picked it up he heard a voice that could only be matched with another man about his age by the deep tone. "Bloody hell mate! At least ask before you pick me up!" It had a British accent. He realized that the voice came from the cat after he'd taken a quick glance around the room. He looked down. "I'll assume this confuses you then?" The cat had said it just before the panicking student threw it on the bed again. 

"What's going on!" He yelled.

"Will you keep it down! Blimey, do you want the entire school thinking you're crazy?" The cat said in a rushed whisper. "Allow me to explain - your hallucinating mate." As the feline said the last bit it'd moved its face closer to his and widened its eyes. "To be honest, I think you should see a doctor." The cat suggested in a seemingly worried tone.

John saw his psychology professor the next day who diagnosed him with paranoid schizophrenia. "It's not treatable, however with these you can suppress the symptoms." He wrote down the name of a pill and a doctor who would take the professor's recommendation and prescribe them. 

As he learned more in psychology, he'd found out that the mind is split into two levels of consciousness - the conscious mind that only notices things that are voluntary and familiar and the unconscious mind that notices everything around it and solves puzzles though never tells the conscious mind because it doesn't need to know. John had figured out that Alfred, the hallucinated cat, could access his subconscious and point out things that he was missing. The pills were strong enough to halt most of the symptoms for five hours after they were taken, though not strong enough to suppress the hallucination. He used this to his advantage, he then began getting all of the answers right in exams and shot to the top of his class. Since he was able to access his memories through Alfred. 

He then began pursuing the TCMP. After he graduated, at the age of twenty five, he'd joined with the rank of Warrant Officer. Over the next few years he'd proved his deductive skills with Alfred occasionally helping him deduce whatever it is that he's missing in a scene. 

[b]Equipment(out of combat):[/b] At all times, he carries a standard issue pistol(not sure about energy or just bullets). While at work, in the investigations office, he wears his military uniform exclusively.

[b]Equipment(in combat):[/b] Hadley is a decent marksman and prefers to occupy a spot outside of combat and pick off enemies with(again not sure about energy rifle or bullets) 

[b]Specialized Skills:[/b] Deduction is his most practiced skill, though he usually needs Alfred to help him see the whole picture, which is almost never apparent to anyone else. 

[b]Other:[/b] Paranoid Schizophrenic, other symptoms will become very apparent if he does not take his medication every five hours. Psychosis, erratic movement, and delusions(will begin to refer to himself as James McCoy in an attempt to hide his identity from his apparent stalkers).