Trader Jane
07-07-07, 11:08 PM
Name: Dr. London Tautou, MD.
Age: 29
Race: Inexplicable Giant Fruit Bat.
Eye Color: Green.
Height: 4'
Weight: 85 lbs
Occupation: Coroner/medical examiner/finder of fact.
Personality:
London is generally a laid-back, curious, moderately cheerful person, although she is never truly happy unless she is up to her elbows in entrails examining a corpse. It can indeed be said with some certainty that she enjoys the company of the dead more than that of the living, and the massive bat has been known to liken her particular affinity with her patients to the relationship devoted pet-owners share with their charges. When it comes to her vocation, London is incredibly meticulous and persnickety; everything must have a place; everything must be clean. Outside her job, she is a bit of a slob, however.
She has an unfortunate habit of oversharing, often expounding on details regarding her personal life, past ventures, and other obscure topics that at times have nothing to do with the current conversation at hand. It would seem that she has no desire whatsoever to hide any 'questionable' deeds or acts that may be considered unacceptable, politcally incorrect or just down-right gross by modern public standards, and will gladly elucidate about whatever should come to mind for whatever poor soul (or souls) happen to be listening, whether or not they are mentally prepared for the disturbing images she tends to place in people's heads.
What she lacks in social graces (a peculiar habit of hers consists of fondly comparing romantic interests to decaying body parts), she makes up for with attitude. She isn't exactly friendly, but she isn't stand-offish either, and genuinely cares for those she manages to befriend. Opinionated, almost terminally stubborn little London is as well more than capable of doing what it takes to get things done -- including the use of excessive violence.
Appearance:
For all intents and purposes she is nothing more than a giant, black and brown Megachiroptera with a thinning fur coat. Two major differences include the coroner's sunken, bleached green eyes, the exhausted lines beneath them visible even through her coat, and her interesting habit of wearing clothing.
London possesses the depleted, slightly sickly form of an athlete who has let herself go. While muscled she definitely has the look of one who spends the majority of her days locked in a small, light-less room with only the recently deceased for company. Not that she is complaining any.
History:
The tale begins in Raiaera, within the great city of Eluriand, to be exact. Marion Tautou was completely and utterly human. There was nothing strange nor special about her physical makeup in the slightest. The father of the child, Drake Debrian, was just as infallibly human as she. And yet, their first-born daughter was anything but.
Drake's suspicions regarding Marion's faithfulness eventually led him to leave his wife and child. Marion, an embalmer for those families who could afford it, raised London on her own. Althanas being the hodgepodge of distinct races and oddities that it is universally known for, the girl was hardly noticed.
Their house was also the place where Marion set up shop, and for as far back as London can remember there had always been at least one body in the home-made morgue for her play with or talk to.
Then the healer's college happened, along with a bunch of specialized education that landed London in the job she has now as an apprentice coroner for the investigative department of Eluriand's law enforcement...team, where she actively examines the cooling bodies of those whose deaths mattered. As Marion has since passed on and their home has been sold, she sleeps hanging from the lab ceiling, a "favour" rewarded to her by the chief M.E. who reviews her studies and pretty much runs the place.
Skills:
London has a keen eye for detail and fine concentration. She is able to work for many hours focusing on a single task, and is recognized as a quick study by her labmates. Sometimes she can become a bit too exuberant and miss things as she gets caught up in the excitement of a case.
Kick-boxing - she has been schooled in the ancient martial style of kick-boxing, and is slightly above average as long as her opponent is unarmed.
Clairaudience - the coroner was born with the ability to "hear the voices of the dead". This is especially true of spirits who have been torn from life in a particularly violent or wrongful matter. Often times when she was younger she'd hear them, whispering in the hall outside their household morgue. At the moment, she can only hear the stories and see the random life-image departed spirits choose to share entirely by chance. While this is a fairly commonplace occurrence, these random statements and narratives are not always very helpful, and some are blatantly threatening, interrupting her life as she has not learned how to "shut the door", as it were.
Flight (or lackthereof) - London is deathly afraid of heights and rarely flies. If she does, it is usually a short, awkward glide sticking close to the ground.
Smell - her olfactory sense is slightly more developed than a human's. She can pick out the smell of decaying fruit from two miles away.
Equipment:
Assorted clothing of ordinary make and wear, along with the black robe and cloak she uses as a uniform.
Three beeswax candles and a box of matches.
A pair of thick-rimmed square spectacles she only wears when investigating a case.
A crate containing fourteen half-charred medical journals.
Two goose feather quills and a vial of dark blue ink.
A bottle of unopened vintage whiskey and creme given to her upon graduating the healer's college.
A painting kept in a wooden frame depicting her mother and father.
Familiars:
A small, relatively harmless shape-shifting entity seems to have taken a liking to her. It never manifests itself as anything larger than a foot tall, and has taken many forms, mostly those of crude, demon-esque creatures. It doesn't speak, nor does it have any astounding abilities other than the whole shape-shifting thing, although it's soft, someone sinister presence continually surrounds her. Answers to 'George'.
Age: 29
Race: Inexplicable Giant Fruit Bat.
Eye Color: Green.
Height: 4'
Weight: 85 lbs
Occupation: Coroner/medical examiner/finder of fact.
Personality:
London is generally a laid-back, curious, moderately cheerful person, although she is never truly happy unless she is up to her elbows in entrails examining a corpse. It can indeed be said with some certainty that she enjoys the company of the dead more than that of the living, and the massive bat has been known to liken her particular affinity with her patients to the relationship devoted pet-owners share with their charges. When it comes to her vocation, London is incredibly meticulous and persnickety; everything must have a place; everything must be clean. Outside her job, she is a bit of a slob, however.
She has an unfortunate habit of oversharing, often expounding on details regarding her personal life, past ventures, and other obscure topics that at times have nothing to do with the current conversation at hand. It would seem that she has no desire whatsoever to hide any 'questionable' deeds or acts that may be considered unacceptable, politcally incorrect or just down-right gross by modern public standards, and will gladly elucidate about whatever should come to mind for whatever poor soul (or souls) happen to be listening, whether or not they are mentally prepared for the disturbing images she tends to place in people's heads.
What she lacks in social graces (a peculiar habit of hers consists of fondly comparing romantic interests to decaying body parts), she makes up for with attitude. She isn't exactly friendly, but she isn't stand-offish either, and genuinely cares for those she manages to befriend. Opinionated, almost terminally stubborn little London is as well more than capable of doing what it takes to get things done -- including the use of excessive violence.
Appearance:
For all intents and purposes she is nothing more than a giant, black and brown Megachiroptera with a thinning fur coat. Two major differences include the coroner's sunken, bleached green eyes, the exhausted lines beneath them visible even through her coat, and her interesting habit of wearing clothing.
London possesses the depleted, slightly sickly form of an athlete who has let herself go. While muscled she definitely has the look of one who spends the majority of her days locked in a small, light-less room with only the recently deceased for company. Not that she is complaining any.
History:
The tale begins in Raiaera, within the great city of Eluriand, to be exact. Marion Tautou was completely and utterly human. There was nothing strange nor special about her physical makeup in the slightest. The father of the child, Drake Debrian, was just as infallibly human as she. And yet, their first-born daughter was anything but.
Drake's suspicions regarding Marion's faithfulness eventually led him to leave his wife and child. Marion, an embalmer for those families who could afford it, raised London on her own. Althanas being the hodgepodge of distinct races and oddities that it is universally known for, the girl was hardly noticed.
Their house was also the place where Marion set up shop, and for as far back as London can remember there had always been at least one body in the home-made morgue for her play with or talk to.
Then the healer's college happened, along with a bunch of specialized education that landed London in the job she has now as an apprentice coroner for the investigative department of Eluriand's law enforcement...team, where she actively examines the cooling bodies of those whose deaths mattered. As Marion has since passed on and their home has been sold, she sleeps hanging from the lab ceiling, a "favour" rewarded to her by the chief M.E. who reviews her studies and pretty much runs the place.
Skills:
London has a keen eye for detail and fine concentration. She is able to work for many hours focusing on a single task, and is recognized as a quick study by her labmates. Sometimes she can become a bit too exuberant and miss things as she gets caught up in the excitement of a case.
Kick-boxing - she has been schooled in the ancient martial style of kick-boxing, and is slightly above average as long as her opponent is unarmed.
Clairaudience - the coroner was born with the ability to "hear the voices of the dead". This is especially true of spirits who have been torn from life in a particularly violent or wrongful matter. Often times when she was younger she'd hear them, whispering in the hall outside their household morgue. At the moment, she can only hear the stories and see the random life-image departed spirits choose to share entirely by chance. While this is a fairly commonplace occurrence, these random statements and narratives are not always very helpful, and some are blatantly threatening, interrupting her life as she has not learned how to "shut the door", as it were.
Flight (or lackthereof) - London is deathly afraid of heights and rarely flies. If she does, it is usually a short, awkward glide sticking close to the ground.
Smell - her olfactory sense is slightly more developed than a human's. She can pick out the smell of decaying fruit from two miles away.
Equipment:
Assorted clothing of ordinary make and wear, along with the black robe and cloak she uses as a uniform.
Three beeswax candles and a box of matches.
A pair of thick-rimmed square spectacles she only wears when investigating a case.
A crate containing fourteen half-charred medical journals.
Two goose feather quills and a vial of dark blue ink.
A bottle of unopened vintage whiskey and creme given to her upon graduating the healer's college.
A painting kept in a wooden frame depicting her mother and father.
Familiars:
A small, relatively harmless shape-shifting entity seems to have taken a liking to her. It never manifests itself as anything larger than a foot tall, and has taken many forms, mostly those of crude, demon-esque creatures. It doesn't speak, nor does it have any astounding abilities other than the whole shape-shifting thing, although it's soft, someone sinister presence continually surrounds her. Answers to 'George'.