Personnel Dossier // Eibon Antique ShopREF: PER-EDGAR
PORTRAIT · PER-EDGARFactionEibon Antique Shop
StatusACTIVE
RarityA
Esper TypeEsperCosmos
Esper AbilityFinnegan's Vigil
BirthdayOctober 10
// Eibon Antique Shop · ACTIVE
EDGAR
Edgar
Signature abilityFinnegan's Vigil
── Intel ──
Of the "Eibon Anomaly Detectives," most say he looks the most befitting of the 'detective' mantle. Edgar neither denies nor confirms this... Probably because explaining it would be really, really troublesome.
After all, his other titles include "Eibon Ace Trio," "Hyelp's Most Promising Rising Star," "Bridge Crossings' Top 3 Anomaly Hunter," and countless other impressive-sounding nicknames that Nanally, Sakiri, and Taygedo (and sometimes Kiroumaru too) casually make up.
Despite still being a baby-faced boy, he's remarkably mature for his age; almost old-fashioned, likely because the other two are so impulsive that Edgar is always the one left bowing and thanking people. More often than not, he's the one apologizing and paying the bills.
Of course, Edgar's main responsibilities are gathering intel and planning operations. As for how many times those plans have been followed... well, as long as the results are good, who cares? Edgar has come to fully embrace this philosophy; though it doesn't stop him from carefully preparing each time and having a Plan B ready for any unexpected situations that might (or rather, definitely will) occur.
Taygedo often watches the three young Hunters head out and sighs with mock profundity: "Future Edgar will be just like Adler!"
// Recovered fragments · 5 on file
Story Files
They say forgetting is part of growing up. Most adults only retain hazy fragments of their childhood memories, as if viewing them through some kind of fuzzy filter that makes everything impossible to see clearly.
Edgar is different. With enough effort, he can recall every single day with perfect clarity.
The day Edgar's family discovered his esper ability went like this:
Edgar was three years old. It was an ordinary evening, no different from any other. His parents had just come home from work, and they were enjoying family time around the dinner table. Light, delicious dishes accompanied by Dad's interesting little anomaly stories made for the perfect cozy atmosphere.
Both of Edgar's parents were clerks at Yggash Court. They were responsible for writing and maintaining anomaly profiles, so Dad always had endless stories to tell. The stories were little tales adapted from the publicly available anomaly profiles he wrote during work hours.
But young Edgar didn't know any of this yet. Whenever Dad got carried away telling stories at the dinner table, he'd look down to see his precious son's bright, sparkling eyes gazing up at him...
Being worshipped by his son as the "Story King" made all those overtime hours worth it.
"That's strange? It seems different from what Dad wrote in the files?
Which one is actually true?"
Something changed forever the moment Edgar asked this serious question. Edgar's dad would probably remember that instant for the rest of his life. But his dad quickly focused on something more crucial: how did Edgar know about the anomaly profiles he'd just filed?
Had his son snuck out through the window and run all the way to Yggash Court to read the files? Did such a small child even have clearance to access those documents?
Over the next half hour, Mom and Dad finally figured out what was happening: Edgar only needed to focus his imagination (both adults also had to stretch their own imaginations to picture this) to connect with various libraries around the world, including Yggash Court's archive. Edgar had probably been too curious about what Dad had written, and couldn't help thinking about his father's name... One by one, the anomaly profiles bearing Edgar's father's signature unfolded in Edgar's mind...
By the way, Edgar had discovered this ability long ago. It was probably innate, right? It's just that earlier on, he couldn't read very well, so he couldn't understand all those dense markings on the white papers...
Edgar had probably already read through his father's early work files, when his writing style was still immature. His dad's "dark history" was now completely exposed to his son.
With this realization, Edgar's dad decided to escape to the kitchen to wash dishes, planning to study his son's esper ability more carefully later.
"This child really takes after me. On the night of our first date, I also read through all your papers from cover to cover."
His wife wouldn't let him off the hook either.
End of fileREF: PER-EDGAR

