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[b]Name:[/b] Angelique Mode.
[b]Age:[/b] 28.
[b]Gender:[/b] Female.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual.
[b]Job:[/b] Psychiatrist and behavioral therapist. 
[b]Appearance:[/b] Angelique stands at five foot and eight inches when in heels, flat footed she is only a modest but respectable five foot six inches tall. She has vivid green eyes which are ringed with a dark gold at their outermost edge and has an attractive enough face and features. Often she can be seen wearing her long black, button down coat with sash. Under which is usually an array of clothing that ranges from smart to smart casual, whether obvious or otherwise often this involves a corset or basque of some kind. She wears little make up in general, not really having a lot of time for it but does her best to make herself look presentable, usually opting to put her mid-back length chestnut hair up into a messy bun for convenience. 
[b]Personality:[/b] Angelique is a damaged person, it is her strongest asset when dealing with clients, she has run an emotional and mental roller coaster her entire life. She has experienced first hand the powers the mind has over the body and likewise a psychiatrist has over the mind. Her friends would call her studious, quiet, perhaps even a bit of a hermit but she would much prefer staying in with good company and some fish and chips than going out on the razz and getting drunk. She has a love for animals but due to her long hours and her own emotional baggage she feels it unfair to own any pets. She had an awful victim/bully relationship with her mother, who often played a victim while beating and busing Angelique, though her death only a few weeks prior has left Angelique never the less grief-stricken. She is the type of person who once she sets heart heart on something aims to achieve it and doesn't quit, though a lot of criticism or negativity will occasionally set her back a bit. She is claustrophobic and sociophobic to an extent, preferring not to be in small places or around a lot of people. She suffers from 'night terrors' a left over trauma from her childhood but has learned to accept these nightmares and in some ways control them through lucid dreaming (not that it always works mind you). Preferring to observe she never really 'switches off' from work, meaning new people find it rather odd at first to be around her until she drops her guard. She hopes one day to be able to better treat and cure PTSD in her patients and her largest fear is going clinically insane as her mother did before she took her own life. 
[b]Background:[/b] Sometimes it was easy to remember the good days, the days when her mother smiled and laughed and when father actually came home. Other times the other memories came up and made it much harder to remember those few golden moments. She had lived in a small, private property with her parents and their dog 'Jeffers' the border collie. While at first their was only happiness at their little 'Angel's birth it soon seemed to take a toll on the family, her mother took up smoking and cried while her father, uncertain what he'd done wrong and getting nothing but an array of verbal and sometimes physical abuse went out drinking. One particularly awful day when little Angelique was crying; she'd soiled her nappy and needed changing, in the midst of one of their pointless arguments the dog started barking. Thoughtlessly them other whirled on the dog and smacked it with a heavy glass ash tray, there was a crack and the poor dog lay whimpering on the ground. Jeffers was later put down after his 'road accident' and that was the start of a slippery slope. Eventually her father stopped coming home for days at a time and as Angelique grew older she learned she had to fend for herself, her mother, constantly waiting for her fathers return, grew violent if Angelique so much as spoke and so the girl fed herself and learned to clean her own clothes. Sometimes she took a second helping at school or pinched something from one of her friends. There were the odd visits, when Angelique turned up with bruises or scratches but they came to a clean and tidy home and a smiling woman who could act like a saint when it counted. her father eventually stopped coming over altogether and while he promised to take her away too nothing ever came from it. Her mother only grew more despondent and easier to anger, she had 'melt downs' which often involved throwing and breaking furniture and crockery and she learned quickly not to be nearby when that happened. Angelique had grown up with it all her life, her mothers rage turning to her mothers sobbing begs and she assumed that while not 'average' it was somehow supposed to be the way things were. 

She learned otherwise when she turned thirteen and her mother, enraged at the idea her daughter had been out with friends an hour after school and certain Angelique was leaving her too stabbed the girl in the hip. As Angelique cried for the first time in years the mother realised what she'd done and phoned for both an ambulance and the police. Angelique having to stop the woman killing herself before they arrived while dealing with her own blood loss. It was revealed that there was a number of things wrong with her mother which had snowballed to the current problem she was now manifesting. She didn't' understand the terms they were using but she knew what one meant 'clinically insane'. 

Determined to figure out why this had happened she spent the remainder of her hospital stay and her time once at her new school; now living with a pleasant foster couple, to pour over every book she could find about psychology. Her mother was institutionalized but she often visited, if nothing more but a progress report from her doctors and to pay the fees to keep her there. She tried several times in vain to contact her father but it seemed he'd disappeared a few months after the last time he left and hadn't been seen or heard from since. 

After graduating and attending university she was able to land a position at the very hospital her mother was kept at, with a licence to practice and a keen insight into behavioral analysis she was a welcome member to the team and rose through the ranks from 'newbie' to a senior member of staff. Unfortunately her mother never did get any better and during a regular 'free session' managed to fashion her bed sheets into a noose and hang herself. Angelique is currently on 'compassionate leave' and chose this spot to get away from it all. 
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[b]Quirks:[/b] She counts rosary beads to keep calm. When she's getting angry/nervous she tugs at the hem of her clothes. When people are getting angry/prone to violent outbursts she momentarily freezes and covers the scar (sub consciously) her mother left her. When deep in thought she lightly chews on her lower lip or on a pencil/pen if its to hand. She has no idea what to do when approached by a man or by a woman but feels more 'in control' around other women. She turns her tea cup clockwise two full rotations before drinking, not even she knows why she does it but the tea doesn't 'taste right' unless she does. 
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