Full Name:
Marge Marshal
Nicknames:
None, behind her back...nothing nice
Species:
Human
Occupation:
mathematician and statistical analyst for the interstellar space corporation
Age:
35 and looks it. Not older or younger just looks her age.
Sexuality:
Female, Heterosexual if ever given the opportunity
Eyes:
Almond shaped brown eyes that appear larger due to over-sized glasses she wears because she doesn't like them to impede her view of the facts and figures she is working on.
Hair:
Mousy brown, nondescript that is generally kept in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She attempts to put it at the back of her head daily but her hair is heavy and thick and the bun always falls to her nape freeing a few stray wisps by noon, at which time she will dutifully make a second attempt at order in the ladies' room.
Features:
She has a pleasant enough facial structure, classical Patrician with high cheekbones and open features. However there seems to be a perpetual scowl on her face from fussing over figures and discrepancies in her work. It is a habit born of the work not temperament or attitude, but most assume she is always in a bad mood and give her a wide berth because of it.
Height:
Average, 5'5"
Build:
Thick is the term she uses to describe herself. She is not overweight, and in fact spends a good bit of time exercising. Her frame is medium to large, though not in height just in weight and thickness.
Outfit:
Upon employment with ISC, all employees are issued a uniform (And a spare, with three shirts) which consists of navy pants with a gold side stripe, a crisp white shirt and a navy blue blazer which has the same gold stripe down each sleeve and side. While it is formal, the material is comfortable and gives with movement. No one complains about them.
Body Mods:
None, Marge is a simple person
Impression:
Most people take one look at her face and turn the other way assuming she's having a bad morning, day, week, or life. Those who work directly with her know her to be dogged, determined, and sarcastically humorous. However only three people work directly with her.
Voice:
Sadly for Marge her voice has an odd nasal tone of slightly higher pitch than normal that sounds as if she is whining or about to start whining. It adds to the misconception that she is angry, upset, or just a negative person.
Fears:
That she will die a virgin, that she will find a statistical anomaly that she cannot explain or correct, that power will fail and she will be trapped on the 33rd floor or heaven forbid in the elevator.
Motivation:
She loves solving problems, finding errors and correcting them. She has the ideal job.
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Virtues: (Definitions below, pick however many fit and describe how, if you are so inclined.)
Chastity (
Castitas)
Lamentably
Temperence (
Temperantia)
In most areas, but she is a notable foodie and loves to eat. She works hard to stay fit because of it.
Charity (
Caritas)
She can be giving if a cause appeals to her heart but she has little patience for beggars and those she feels do not want to earn their way.
Diligence (
Industria)
She has the ability to stay focused on an issue until it is resolved completely. She cannot bear to leave things unresolved overnight, though she must at times. When that happens she sleeps very little.
Patience (
Patientia)
With numbers and work, her patience knows no limits.
Kindness (
Humanitas)
She is very kind and polite in nature.
Vices: (Definitions below, pick however many fit and describe how, if you are so inclined.)
Lust (
Luxuria)
Oh how she'd love to prove she could be out of control...she was almost fearful for any man who presented the opportunity.
Gluttony (
Gula)
Only where salty snacks are concerned.
Envy (
Invidia)
Seriously envious of happy couples....seriously
Critical
Can be judgmental of laziness or lack of work ethic in others
Strengths:
Numbers, facts, analyzing data, focus, excellent memory for numbers and facts
Weaknesses:
Impatience with people, overly serious at times
Quirks:
Taxidermy is her hobby even though animals are not readily available and require dangerous excursions outside the airlocks to obtain.
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History:
Marge has always been a little different. Her love of numbers and statistics began at an early age and she was slotted for training in that field by the time she was ten. She liked that her life would follow a predictable path, as that gave her the highest statistical chance for happiness and contentment in her proposed career.
Her family lived in one of the largest enclosed cities in the Americas, Bosharork (Which was known as the separate cities of Boston, Hartford and New York in times past). Pollution had forced humans into airlocked bubbles about a century ago, and most never left them. Marge however, was fascinated by animals. Only small domesticated animals were allowed to live withing the airlocks. There were nearby large farms where cows, goats, sheep, chickens and turkeys were raised and slaughtered for consumption, but they too were kept outside the actual city airlock.
Her first journey outside the airlock had been as part of her secondary education. It had been a research expedition to gather plant samples and catalog them. She had been happily doing so when a rabbit dared to get close to her to steal some lettuce. She'd been startled and lost her balance and fell on the creature killing it. Frowning, she stuff the poor dead creature into her pack and took it home. She couldn't bear the fact that it had died because of her, so she investigated ways to preserve it. This began her most ardent hobby, taxidermy. Her roomw as full of the many animals she'd captured and preserved since discovering the pastime.
Hook/Summary:
On her latest trek outside the bubble she met a man who prefers to live in the wilds. Her initial reaction of disbelief and rejection at his suggestions led to much pondering and investigation into the truth of his conspiracy theories.
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