Psychological Evaluation, as performed by Dr. Dorian Gray at the request of Sandra Dee: Reggie is always quick with a laugh and a smile, to pat you on the back and act like the happiest man in the world. However, I believe 'act' is a very appropriate word in his case. No matter how easy going and relaxed he tries to make himself, there seems to be an inner hardness inside of him if even the size of a pebble. Proof of this reveals itself when he portrays himself as a stereotypical slave or black servant in the 1800s or perhaps even early 1900s of American History. If he did this to con someone, it would be understandable as it would fit his nature. If he did it to mock someone who was acting in a racist manner, again it could be understood. However, he exhibits this behavior with the group itself, though none of us are bigoted toward the African Americans and treat Reggie as a friend because we consider him such.

He revealed to Zara that he loved her, which explains his sense of guilt during target practice when his bullet ricocheted and hit her. There was a witness, Anna Richards, who is a weapons expert, who attested that it was an accident and told Reggie this. Others told him the same, and Doctor Eunice Pigg was able to treat Zara's injuries to the point she recovered fully. She too did not blame Reggie, yet he still developed a phobia to guns. I was able over several sessions to get him over this, and while he still dislikes them and probably always will he can now at least use one.

He seems to try to do anything he can, probably since in life this gave him the greatest opportunities to get money or get ahead in some way. However, I worry that he's spent his entire life presenting himself to others in whatever form he thinks they want to see that he's never taken the time to wonder how he sees himself. He can switch masks in an instant, be one thing and then suddenly another, but I wonder if in his core there's nothing but a very tired man pulling strings.

End Evaluation.

History: Reggie would seem like a the usual hard luck story, found in a dumpster in Harlem and shoved into an overcrowded orphanage underfunded by a state that simply didn't care. He gained second hand knowledge from worn books badly out of date in a inner city school, where the entire staff was only going through the motions until they could retire.

Of course there were bullies, and they made a terrible life all the worse; however, they also offered the key to success and happiness.

Reggie overheard one of them talking about a new Playboy that had come out, and how much he wanted to look at it. Reggie was struck then by an idea, and approached the bigger teen. He offered to get the magazine, for ten dollars more than what it cost. He also promised to have it in 24 hours, or the bullies could do with him what they wanted with no resistance. Thinking they would at least get the enjoyment of pounding the cocky little so and so into putty, the Bullies pooled their money and gave Reggie the correct amount.

Reggie was quick to go after school to a store had seen adults walk out of with magazines in brown paper bags. He located a bum, and offered him five dollars to buy the Playboy. Several minutes later Reggie had want he wanted, and five dollars for his own.

Turning this over to the bullies made them see him in a new light, and instead of beatings they began making requests of him. He handled them all the same way, asking for a bit over what the items cost and paying half the profit to someone to get it for him.

Now that he no longer had to look over his shoulder, Reggie found out that he actually liked the more physical aspects of high school. He was good at such things as track, wrestling, and boxing to name a few. In fact he managed to catch the eye of a college, and upon graduation he moved on to the realm of higher learning.

Reggie managed to win a few awards and trophies for his school, and even attended some of his classes. In truth though he had intended to do the same there as he had in high school. It did help him when he took a business class, and found out in more detail about supply and demand. Up until that time he had been providing what someone wanted for a price, but his understanding expanded to the concept that everyone wanted something sometime. Even if they didn't realize it, in which case the seller had to convince them. It was what numerous Fortune 500 companies had done for years to control the consumer market, and he saw no reason it wouldn't work for him.

Reggie went about building up his business, and found out he had a hidden talent; he was quite charming sometimes. He could get people to tell him who was growing weed, and introduce him to them so he could find buyers. He located girls known to not be too picky about what guys they took to their beds, and pointed out them they could keep doing the same thing and get paid for it. It went on like this, until Reggie was known as the man who could hook you up with anything you wanted.

It was while he was building his network that he met a young black woman, named Zara Mohandie.

Zara wasn't against using her body to get what she wanted, but she also had a brilliant mind. Reggie was quick to pounce on this, and in no time she was a Street Chemist providing all sorts of designer drugs.

Things were beyond perfect for the two, money was pouring into their pockets and Reggie was even increasing his offerings to provide wild underground parties; drugs, weed, booze, women, paradise on Earth. Of course the police tried to catch him, but as some were his clients he was always one step ahead.

It was during one of these parties that Reggie got a message, a special item he had been looking for was available. He left to go meet the buyer, and purchased a Barracuda FN Revolver. Someone had asked him to get one, and as they were willing to meet his mark up he didn't ask or wonder why.

When he returned to the party location, he could hear the pounding music but not the yell and whoops of the people inside. He entered to find unspeakable carnage, something words in any language could never hope to capture.

His attention was drawn over to one of the tables that had been laden with drugs and drinks, noticing that there seemed to be small flames around it. Smoke hung in the air, and laying on the floor was Zara; she was propped up on one shoulder, and was desperately grabbing at spilled stuff on the floor. Her eyes were fixed elsewhere though, and when Reggie followed her gave he saw some hideousness that he couldn't picture even in the scariest horror film.

He tried to put the pieces together fast, and figured out Zara had managed to use her knowledge of chemical reactions to turn the various party favors into some kind of weapon against... ...whatever it was. But it hadn't bought her much time, as the thing was coming back for another pass.

Reggie never considered himself a fighter, and had no particular love of guns. Sometimes we find ourselves in places we never thought we would though, and until that moment know not how we will react.

Reggie drew the loaded revolver, screamed at the top of his lungs, and ran forward. When he reached Zara, he kept pulling the trigger for several clicks after the chambers were empty. It was enough to drive creature away, the beast smashing through a wall and disappearing.

Reggie felt something pulling at him, and turned to see Zara standing. Over the pulsing music she yelled into his ear they needed to go, run fast and far. She told him the police would arrest them for all the deaths, for no other reason than they were the only two left breathing; the fact they couldn't have done it, that Reggie had no blood on him, that there was no proof of any weapon that was able to cause this, meant nothing. They would be used as convenient scapegoats, since anything not involving them as the killers would involve thinking about the impossible which people usually avoided.

Reggie couldn't argue that being found there would make their lives much harder than they needed to be, and as there were so many dismembered bodies it would take some time for the authorities to identify everyone. That was, if they ever could.

Reggie paused only long enough to grab his nest egg, and then hopped into his El Dorado. Zara had bought a van to use as a mobile work space for either of her professions, and followed after him.

Plans to buy 12 Kilos of Cocaine (12 LBS, 95% pure) for $50,000. Will then give it to Zara Mohandie, a Chemist who can then turn it into Crack. As crack is cheaper more customers can afford it, increasing the available market of buyers regardless of where the characters end up.