Dennis Price's Questionnaire

I live in a medium sized town called Åkersberga near Stockholm in Sweden. The house isn't too big, not too small, expecially since I live alone. I live on the ground floor, and rent the two floors above me. There's a nice garden, I grow some vegetables, although I hate to admit I'm not very good at it. I chose this place because it's close to where I was born, not a complete backwater and close to the capital, where I still have some friends. The house itself is painted a nice forest green and the roof is a standard grey. My flat (or is it apartment - who cares) is basically just three rooms + bath and kitchen. I always wanted to hang up more pictures and posters, but I always forget to buy or look for any good ones, so for now the walls are light blue, but pretty barren. 

Officially? Disability Pension for my time in the army. I think they said something about trauma and shellshocked and something else, basically "your psyche is fucked, sorry you had to endure it, here's money to live. Unofficially it's hush money basically from my time in the special forces, the SOG. I don't blab about what we did back then and don't expose any strategy or names and in return I get paid each month until my death (or the country stops existing I guess). Also a few hundred Euros rent from the 2 apartments in my house, but I don't really spend much for anything else than groceries and the occasional restaurant visit.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, I have a burning hatred for royalty, or anyone for that matter who acts they were born with some god given "divine right" to rule over anyone else. In today's day and age you would assume most royals degenerated into tourist attractions more or less, but there's still so much they have above a normal citizen, tax exemptions, land and no merit at all. Of course it's not just royals, it's CEOs of big companies as well, but at least they don't reason with some supernatural privilege (usually). I hopefully will be able to get rid of the king and maybe whole royal family of Sweden and then maybe move on to other countries, perhaps I'll inspire the common man to take matters into his own hands. I won't stop until I have their blood on my body.

It was most definitely the death of Redacted whose powers I inherited. It should have been not much more than a standard mission for the SOG, find a charlatan riling up the people and find out if there's actually some supernatural element involved. Well turns out there was, the fact that the intervention group lost a member to a stray shot turned the whole thing upside down. A massacre to say the least, 17 civilians casualties, one supernatural target removed and one surviving task force member. I'm not even sure if this whole thing was the reason I reevaluated my affiliations or if the Tiara messed with my head, but that's not really I care about right now.

There's Eric, the person I was before I got a new identity for leaving the SOG, and perhaps by definition the person I'm closest to. Second one is Hank, an expat from Canada who lives in my house. I used my savings to buy the house I live in right now and Hank is one of the two renting an apartment. He moved to Sweden 4 or 5 years ago and switched locations to Åkersberga one and a half years ago. He's 42 and doesn't have family yet, but he often tells me about dates he's been on so it seems he's trying to find love at least. We don't have a lot in common, but he's still a nice person to hang out and drink the occasional beer with. Third one? Probably Redacted, my contact to the underworld. We don't interact regularly, but he's got the connections and he's surprisingly reliable if you need firepower. For the right price I might need to add.

Eric's early life was pretty average, my parents, god rest their souls, died when I was 27, so that didn't impact my childhood too much. We weren't well off by any means, but middle class through and through, there was always a meal on the table and a vacation once per year. We lived a about 30 km from where I live today, a house a bit smaller than mine, with a similar garden. School was standard Swedish school I assume. I didn't excel at any task, I was a bit weaker than average in terms of physicality, up until I was about 17 when I poured a lot of time into going to the gym and joined a gymnastics club. I was always a fan of human achievements so naturally that was also my favorite subject and probably still is. History I mean. Fitting in? Probably. Had some friends, even though I had to leave them behind, but yeah, nothing too exciting.

In love? Not really, no. There were some crushes here and there, the standard ones I assume everyone had when they were in school that are gone after like 2 weeks. Also once on an instructor in the army, those were a weird few days. But never been in an actual relationship, much less as much that I'd say I truly loved someone romantically. In school it just didn't happen and afterwards it was kinda hard dating people when you're in the army and later special forces. Maybe there'll be someone in the future, but I'm not actively searching for love right now.

Fears? I obviously dislike authority, especially if it was given out arbitrarily or not based on merit, but I don't mind commanders and leaders who earned their place and know what they're talking about. But that's not really fear now, is it. In the SOG you learn to suppress or face most of your fears pretty quickly if you don't wanna get taken out of service. So that leaves like the big supernatural ones that aren't that feasible I think - eldritch horrors, things of universal scale, you know what I'm talking about. The whole Cthulhu mythos by H. P. Lovecraft and everything that surrounds it. Don't get me wrong, I like good horror stories, I like the world he created, but it still sends a chill down my spine just thinking about beings of that scale. I don't expect there to be anything of that nature out there, but with the things I've seen, not just on the missions themselves, but even what my colleagues were able to do, it's getting more and more likely that I encounter something like that someday. Other than that, there's concepts that make me fearful like the heat death of the universe and all that, but that is so far in the future that it's rather nonsensical to cry about something that won't happen as long as I live.

Hmmm. I'd put two things on that level: a family photo and the tiara. I'm not much of a sentimental person, but it's practically the only thing left from my old life (the photo). [It shows Dennis, his parents and their dog in the park, on the back it says "6th of April 1998"]. Not that I mourn my old life much anymore, but it's still soothing to look at. It's just from a time where I thought everything was easy, y'know?
The other thing is the tiara. Currently it's not much more than a piece of metal, there's no bit of magical power left in there, but it represents a turning point in my life. Without it, who knows when I would've left the forces and started thinking for myself. And if I ever would've been thrown into this new world. These two things are basically the two parts of my life and my time in the special forces as a divider between them.

Biggest problem? Finding someone to rent the 3rd apartment in the house. Last guy left and apparently noone wants to live out here. Nice garden, calm and quiet city, good connection to the capital, I have no idea why nobody wants to move in. Price is average for the area as well. Last couple who lived there returned the flat in a very acceptable condition, I had to do little and where I had to touch up, I needed to renovate anyway. Maybe I should hire someone to make the offer seem better, but maybe it's just because of recession right now that noone has the nerve to look for different housing. 
But as you can see, my biggest problem is literally a first world problem, I can't really complain. There's some flowers that just won't grow, no matter how hard I try, that's also a small problem, but there's nothing that really impacts my life negatively at this time.

Hmmm. I wake up around 7:30, sometimes 8 am. I get out of bed fairly quickly, a steady routine helps a ton with that, then I go outside and drink a coffee on the porch. Well technically I go to the kitchen, press some buttons on the fully automated coffee machine, wait 30 seconds, grab my cup and then go outside. Afterwards I'll go back to the kitchen, put some bread in the toaster, while that's being roasted I brush my teeth, put some stuff on my toast afterwards, usually some mixture of ham, cheese, cream cheese and guacamole, and eat it while drinking my second coffee of the day. Then I do some light workout to keep in shape, usually like an 8 km jog and some body weight training. Afterwards I'll freshen up and then it's about 10 am and I'll start whatever was the goal that day. Maybe another coffee.

Depends on the occasion probably. Let's say a wedding: I'd probably wear the standard, tried and true wedding outfit: Black or navy suit (unless dress code states otherwise, obviously), nice white dress shirt and either a tie or bow tie. Fitted pants and brown dress shoes to complete the look. Other than that to prepare? Nice shower or bath beforehand, wash my hair, all with conditioner, shampoo, the works. If needed even driving into the city and ask someone working in a perfumery for a fragrance that fits the occasion, if I'm feeling extraordinarily fancy. What else... Shaving as well, of course. Probably go to the barber a few days earlier to get my hair fixed up. I've heard some men use makeup as well, but that's not for me. Overall it takes me about an hour on the day, but with everything together probably closer to 4-5 hours over like 3 days.

Next birthday, in 2 months, would be my 38th, so not a big one. Probably wouldn't do something terribly fancy, a small get together with the few contacts I've got here, a nice barbecue if the weather fits. But it's the beginning of summer, the sun's usually on my side haha. Last year, I did something else, but the year before we also did a barbecue here, it'll probably be the same at least looking at grilled goods I wanna get. Some sausages, some nice mushrooms filled with garlic butter, some tomato and cheese sandwiches. A few beers and probably the people living in the house. 

Again, similar to my biggest problem, there's no great regret. There's things I did in the special forces I'm less than proud of, but in the end most of those were necessary to get me to the point I'm at in life currently. If I could travel back in time I'd tell my parents to watch out on the road the day they crashed, but that's not really a regret. Closest would be saying that I shouldn't have taken my time with them for granted, I guess I regret not talking to them more. A specific moment in life I regret it's not though. Other than that there's not being able to save my squad mates and the civilians in the last mission, but that's something all of us signed up for. Likewise the other contractors that I've seen lose their lives, they also knew what the risks were when they signed (at least I hope so).

Oh it's heritage from a magical girl that got killed in a mission from my previous employer gone awry. I picked up her Tiara and gained the ability to transform into a magical girl as well. I unlocked her powers or at least a spin on them some time ago and afterwards I unlocked some powers of my own. Harbingers don't directly grant my wishes, at least I don't think so. It's not an inherent power of mine either, it's more of a power granted by the concept of friendship and unity itself if that makes sense. But it needed the tiara as a sort of conduit in the beginning, but I guess I absorbed its power to gain super powers myself? Or maybe my mindset changed enough to receive the powers directly and not dependent on some item. Who it actually is granting me these abilities I can't say though.