Demeanor: Paige is…creepy. Maybe it’s something about the way those owl-like eyes are constantly watching everything all at once or just her dry, matter of fact way of speaking, but whatever it is, there’s just something very off about the young woman and people tend to notice that right off the bat. She could hardly be defined as social, but could definitely be called brusque and sarcastic in conversation. Overall, she’s reserved, perhaps a bit callous, and probingly watchful. When she’s up to it, she can be nauseatingly enthusiastic about all the wrong things.
Nature: Paige is…yep, still creepy. She’s an academician first and foremost, and when your chosen field of study is death, you tend to have a lot of ‘quirks’. And for Paige, those quirks are an intense fascination with death, and for the most part, an emotional disconnect from it. Death follows a certain logic to Paige, and unless the death is particularly sudden or occurs to someone particularly close to her, she won’t be very affected. She may even delight in the opportunity to study the circumstances surrounding it. That being said, she is a human after all, and still has a warm, beating heart at the end of the day; Paige is easy-going around friends, and beneath that shell of acrid sarcasm is a person that likes to talk candidly about whatever’s on her mind at the moment. People just need to get past everything else first, and earn her trust.
Paige stands at about five feet eight inches, and appears to be in her early twenties. She’s built like a particularly water-starved weeping willow. Her skin is nearly sickly pale, rather aptly corpselike, from a lack of sun due to long hours studying. She has a mass, for lack of a better word, of curly black hair trimmed into a bob, and it’s usually quite frizzy. Paige has large, blue-ish grey eyes that tend to stare intently at whatever she’s focusing on. Usually, she dresses in whatever she pulls out of her without looking closet that morning. Paige smells lightly of cigarettes and formaldehyde.
- Physical Health: 7
- Mental Health: 7
- Physical Defense: 3
- Mental Defense: 5
- Perception: 4
- Agility: 3
- Strength: 2
- Bluff: 2
- Ranged: 1
- Melee: 1
- Sneak: 3
- Academics: 3
- Science: 4
- Medical: 5
You have twelve points to distribute among as many or as few specialty skills as you see fit (but at least three is almost always warranted). Remember to explain what each specialty entails.
- Good Bones: 5. Paige’s thanatological knowledge gives her keen insight into death and the conditions surrounding it. Given ample time and the means to examine the corpse, she’s quite good at determining things such as cause of death. She’s also quite capable of expounding on the intricacies of autopsy and the medical knowledge she’s accrued over the years. (Medical/Science)
- Burial Rites: 3. Paige has much knowledge about how different cultures, and people in general, deal with the passage of their loved ones, and with the concept of death in general. Her knowledge of funerary matters extends into the occult as well - she has much knowledge about ghosts, ghuls, zombis, and all sorts of other things that go bump in the night. (Academics)
- Skulking: 2. Years of moonlight grave robbing have made Paige particularly adept at concealing herself in low light conditions and shadow. (Sneak)
- Ashes to Ashes: 2. Paige has seen some pretty gruesome corpses, and the very nature of her work requires that she not be easily affected by the sight of the dead. It’s harder to affect Paige mentally with the sights and smells associated with death. (Mdef)
List everything your character carries on their person here. Be reasonable.
- A silver cigarette case
- Ruger Standard Semi-Automatic Pistol, with a back-up magazine
- A switchblade
And everything that they keep in their room at Site 19. Anything that's not listed here or in the section above will be difficult for the character to retrieve.
- Some occult reference books
- More books! Medical textbooks.
- Formaldehyde and other such embalming fluids
- Various Surgical Implements
- A well-worn iron shovel, for…research purposes.
- A bottle of Glenlivet Whiskey
- Some more ammo for her Ruger.
Paige was born in Providence, Rhode Island in December of 1930. Her father was a professor of medicine at Brown University, and her mother stayed at home to tend to her and her older brother Adam. She grew up with largely an average life, and always tended more towards academic pursuits than anything else, much to her mother’s admonition but her father’s praise.
She became a bit of a problem child as she grew, prone to flights of complete introversion. Paige never made many friends as a result, and tended to even give her brother the creeps. This was further exacerbated by the sudden death of her mother when Paige was fifteen, which forever shocked Paige’s social growth. She turned more and more to her books, despite her father’s change of heart on her interests; he now felt that without a more well-rounded approach to life, particularly in the absence of her mother, Paige would not survive as a ‘model woman’. Paige of course, shunned the very idea of a model woman, and was therefore unfazed by her father.
As time went on, it became clear that Paige was not going to settle for the typical suburban life, and desperately clawed for a chance at higher education in a similar field to her father’s. Thus began her moonlight excursions to the local graveyard, to get some hands on experience with the things she had been reading about in her father’s books. As she studied the various corporeal aspects of the human body, she also became entangled with some of her father’s sociology books, and eventually stumbled upon the interdisciplinary study of thanatology.
That’s when it all started to click together, and make sense - this was what Paige wanted to do with her life. And so she did, excelling and going on to pursue a higher education. At Brown, however, she was stonewalled - the ivory tower proved to be a steep climb, and many professors had more than a few reservations about a woman making headway into a pseudo-medical field. She did, however, succeed in procuring her education, so there wasn’t much the professors could do to hold her back.
After graduating, Paige moved to Boston, Massachusetts, to work in a hospital morgue. She continued her own practices and experimentation with stolen corpses on the side, and thankfully was not caught on her forays into the local graveyards. She began delving into the stranger side of death as well, making progress in her research of cultural burials and portrayals of ghosts.
She began working on academic papers for publishing. Her theories might be called ‘crackpot’ on their own, and the fact that she was trying to make headway into the male-dominated field of academia practically guaranteed the fact that she’d never be published. However, certain individuals in the Foundation did notice her work. They approached her after another dreary day at the morgue with an opportunity she couldn’t resist, and thus she was transferred to Site-19.
How much XP your character currently has.