Both Mistra and Mistar Marymont aren’t very social but are known as being the spoiled snooty types, the kind to turn up their large noses at the common people. They don’t keep any real friends, just equally snobbish fellow heirs and “business partners”. Also, they have their faithful butler, Ooncle.

Alas, money doesn’t come from nowhere, and after generations of wasting it on luxuries and refusing to lift a finger, the Marymonts found themselves in a desperate situation. They’d have to do something fast or risk losing everything. That’s when Mistra got this ingenious idea. She and he would disguise themselves (sometimes as officers and sometimes as Bonnie & Clyde) and take back the money that was “rightfully theirs” (try to figure out that logic). They started robbing banks and other places without remorse to rebuild their fortune. It was an equal partnership, that is, she told him what to do and he did it. So all was going well for the two of them, but one night would change everything.

Funny thing about the Marymonts. The siblings always seem to agree, acting as two halves to one whole ever since they were little. You see, growing up all they had were each other, and Mistra made sure that Mistar was aware of that. So, when any of the childhood teasing problems that go along with having wealth, a snooty demeanor, and a ginormous schnoz should arise, all he had to turn to was family. Unfortunately, family was just as hard on him if not worse. Mistra was always very tough, and bossy, and…scary. Mistar grew up both loathing her while at the same time following her lead. His opinions or true feelings did not matter. It was her way or the highway. Don't get me wrong; he's not a complete pushover. Over the years he's learned to stand up for himself and to be assertive when crime is involved (whether on the good or bad end of it), yet he hadn't learned how to face up to the one person that irks him most.

With that said, during what would be Mistar’s final bank job, something or someone triggered a change in him. There was a witness, and Mistra ordered him to get rid of her (if you know what I mean). However, Mistar is not as cold-hearted as his sister is. He looked at the girl, and then he left her there unharmed. It’d been the best decision he ever made for himself in a long time.

From that point on, Mistar would change his ways. No more robbing banks. He never liked doing it in the first place. He would do good, honest work. In fact, he would join the police force (for real), and maybe just maybe it would help to ease his guilty conscience. Committing crimes may not have been his idea, but he was still just as guilty.

The police academy training was tough. He wasn’t the best physical specimen, but he did have the drive. More importantly, what he lacked in physical ability he made up for in other ways. The Marymonts, accept for Mistar, have always been a persuasive people, but he has the ability to take control in a very different way. When locked on to his target he can obtain almost complete physical control of it/him/her, albeit temporarily. It’s a terribly ironic power, considering his life as a doormat. Of course it made bank robbing all the easier, but now he would use his powers for good instead of evil. With such an amazing display of telekinetic brainpower and lack of physical strength, Mistar was put on the force and immediately given traffic duty, the job no one else wants, and yet no one could do it better. The other cops at the station didn’t care for him either at first. One even suspected he was one of the mysterious bank robbers they never caught. Slowly but surely, they’re starting to come around, and Mistar is finally starting to feel like part of something, part of the community instead of an unwanted, disliked, uppity outsider.

Shortly afterwards Mistar found himself constantly graced by the presence of the girl he’d spared, that cute little panda girl, and he was starting to regret it. She was a distraction and a major annoyance. His sister absolutely hated her. What weirded him out the most was that she actually liked him. He’d been such a social outcast for so long, he never knew what it was like to be liked. He continued to portray disinterest in her, though he slowly started to like her in return. He also liked being obsessed over, for the sake of his ego. Perhaps he played hard to get for too long, because Pilot was deciding to move on, and now he’s the one trying to win her over.