Egon Spengler

*Egon Spengler sat alone in the firehouse, surrounded by the various gadgets and gizmos he had created to trap and contain ghosts. He had just finished running diagnostics on the Proton Packs and was in the process of cataloging some new samples he had collected on their last bust. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. This firehouse had become his home.*