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James Madron stood ontop of the barricade. Pondering amidst the ashes falling. "Might it be warm inside of there?" Wanting to test his theory he walked inside to the charred cathedral, after the fires had been out.

Madron sat back at his desk and mumbled. “The Era of John Charles comes to an end, what a shame.”

Madron tossed the paper at his desk. “Seems a bit extra to drag out his death like this. Let the poor boy die instead of spreading his name across Oren. It only gives the citizens more reasons to mock us by losing men to terrorists.” James huffed.

James Madron punched at the desk. "Where might you be hiding Anton?" His brows furrowed further, the overwhelming stress collasped onto him. "When will I see the day when You, George, Ernest, and myself can be back together again. When can I feel the warmth of this cold organization." Grasping onto his face, he'd wipe down trying to warn off the depression from his long years of service.

James Madron kicked back in his chair messing around with a bottle of whiskey, rubbing the bags under his eyes. "Welcome back, Garret. Things are to soon become hectic. Brace yourself."

James Madron stood silently in the lobby as he stared upon the corpse of Joseph Warrick. A brief moment of grief rushed over him before a cold gaze was given as he stepped towards the body to take it down. “Another Day for Another Comrade.”

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James H. Madron kicked back at his desk after reading the letter. “Oh, He went missing?” Then returned back to his work in the armory to construct a new weapon.

Greetings citizens of Oren. 

I would like to formally introduce myself as Chief Commissioner James Madron. Most of our loyal orenians see the Imperial Constabulary as a group of fools due to our past actions that haven’t gone without consequences. As we welcome a new generation of agents they still suffer the pasts mistakes. To prevent that, I James Madron, humbly apologize on behalf of the entire Imperial Bureau of Investigations with deepest regret for our former behavior.

As we move on to the upcoming generations I promise that we will follow through with all of our positions properly and thoroughly. We hope that you can take this into consideration and forgive our past acts.

With Regards,

James Madron

Within moments of reading upon George’s death the hollow man known as James Madron shattered. Leaving nothing but a shell lacking humanity as tears rolled down his cheeks.  “First Ernest.. and now you. I’ve truly lost everything.”

The “BoomSteel” Javelin travelled through the air from an MRA crossbow making contact with the ground behind the Chief Detective igniting behind him with shrapnel piercing the back of the Chief Detectives coat; it was almost over as soon as it began. Watching his other brave agents continue the fight he would spend his last moments in agony holding a letter but in ponder as well. Thinking of all he had accomplished in his life which he himself considered miserable.

Joining the MoJ at the age of eighteen he would serve and die for the organization and The Holy Orenian Empire. Now at the age of twenty nine and dying slowly of blood loss from the shrapnel from the boomsteel the life would escape his eyes and his skin would lose its pigment. And at the end of it all his last thought was….

“I wonder who the poor bastard will be that will take my position and start like I did next.”

((OOC NOTE: It was a pleasure to have some great RP on Ernest. To everyone that ever interacted with him whether it was a friendly or hostile encounter I would just like to reach out and give you my personal thanks. I now move on to newer horizons in my LOTC RP experience and cannot wait!)  -ATallTower

I nominate Cillian O’Rourke (Setsuko)

James Madron removed his cap and rest his head. “The battle is still young and I’ve already had many casualties. War is truly a cruel mistress.”

James Madron smiled lightly with relief, but though it quickly returned to his stern look. “We cannot rest easy. Another war is but upon us.”

Chief Commissioner James Madron sighed in disbelief. “They could’ve atleast included where I honorably led the men.”

“God I hate those damned musins.” 

The Chief Commissioner leaned back upon his chair within the domain of his office clenching the bridge of his nose in disbelief and slight anger. “They approved a Ghost hunting unit but my armory can’t even be classified as a part of my branch?”

RP Name: James Madron

MC Name: oryP

Voted: Yes ;)

SURNAME: Madron

FIRST NAME: James 

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Swint Street 1

YEAR OF BIRTH: 1795

Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Providence District? Yes

Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No

If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes

((MC NAME)):oryP

James looked Bonk dead in the eyes before slamming the door shut. As he whole heartedly denies rights to anything that isn’t human.