[hider=Dr H. Laine] [B]Name:[/b] Heather Laine, PhD [B]Age:[/b] 34, born January 30 1985 [B]Gender:[/b] Female [B]Appearance:[/b] 5’8’’, hourglass build, fit but does not obsess on the gym; black hair that is short and straight, cut in a bob with bangs. She only wears black or gray, generally fitted knee length skirts and high heels when in the office, slacks and flats when in the field, she carries a pair of Doc Martens in her car just in case she is needed in an actual field. Her green eyes behind her black framed cat eye glasses gleam with intelligence and subtle wit. Naturally pale, she avoids the sun like she owes it money. A few tattoos including a bat in black ink on her right upper chest/shoulder and a death's head moth on the upper left. A few others on her shoulders to be listed as I think of them but always covered in professional settings. [B]Agency/Organization:[/b]FBI, former special agent, now a profiler with the Behavioral Science Unit and works as a consultant to both private and other law enforcement teams. [B]Education:[/b]PhD in forensic psychology earned at University of California, Irvine; minor in social anthropology 2003-2010 Training at Quantico, FBI academy 2010-2011, 2011-2013 as a field agent before transferring to research and then the Behavioral Science department in 2016 [B]Background:[/b] Heather always had an interest in people, not so much to know them but to know how they worked. She was not a gregarious girl but affable enough to be able to make and forget friends quickly. She was the weird kid dressed in black and that never really left her. Instead it has matured into a quick, sharp intelligence that picks up nuances in behavior and body language. There is an air of detachment, both from her childhood as a loner in a crowd and her profession. The interest in people and her parents dragging her to Mass every other Sunday left her with a deep interest in religion of all kinds. And if it was true, if it has any existence other than what the human mind created and wrote down. Growing up in California she was exposed to all sorts of communities and religions, from Catholic and Judaism to trendy vegan buddhism to satanic self help groups. Her mother was a failed actress and worked part time substituting as a drama teacher. She was generally narcissistic and relied on a lot of prescriptions to get her through life of broken dreams. Her breakdowns would follow her not getting her way, either from her husband or a situation in her social/professional life. Her father was a construction engineer, a kind and encouraging man but often absent while working on projects. They moved a few times but never far from Los Angeles. Her formative years were in Van Nuys, home of surfers and beach culture but her interest and social life in highschool lay in the concrete ditches and shabby punk clubs that sprung up in the grimy borderlands between the crime ridden gang filled neighborhoods and the well off middle class. She maneuvered the social scene as an outsider and ended up hanging out with punks and skinheads, ska kids and goths, the other outsiders. Her first love and first broken heart came from a boy with a blue mohawk. Her best friend and the group drifted away after highschool but she treasures the memories. [I] College [/i]It was only during college and her psychology training did she understand why she was like this, her attachment issues and fear of rejection. She had built walls made of emotional scars from her neglectful parents and she has worked to bring them down with the right people. She has few that she would call close friends, those now distant since they are married and starting families while she is still single. All except her best friend, her sister from another mister, Mariana Jones. They both majored in forensic psychology, they competed against and supported each other through college and the rigours of the UC PhD program. [I]A brush with the Void[/i] As a teenager, she was at a beach party at night and went for a walk under the pier, listening to the tide and only had a small penlight to guide herself over rocks when she tripped and found herself face first on the corpse of a missing girl. She screamed but the crash of incoming waves covered it and she saw what haunts her still. A tear in the darkness where no stars or distant city lights could penetrate and a hideous growling laugh, from the throat of Hell itself. She got up and ran back, screaming for help and could not shake the feeling of being followed. To this day she still suffers nightmares of the voice and the unfathomable darkness. When talking to the police, she was told she must have imagined it and outwardly she agreed but the image never left her. The horror on the dead girl’s face, frozen in a rictus of insanity. What had she seen when she died? Over the years, Heather convinced herself it must have been a human killer, someone sadistic and evil but human. Since the 1960s California was no stranger to serial killers and this must be one of them. This event was a catalyst for her driving passion to understand the human mind and in particular what makes a criminal. Recruited straight out of her PhD program, she made the cross country trip to visit FBI headquarters and never looked back. This was her home, among the best and brightest investigative minds. [I]Career WIP [/I] Currently she is involved with a case of missing teenage girls ranging from 13 to 18 and the bodies of two now recovered brutally murdered. The case has lead her down into the bowels of the dark web and the virulent hate and manipulation that festers there. Working with the FBI cyber crime team they have found important links to one user but pinning down his ISP has proved tricky. He runs a website dedicated to degradation of women and is what one of the cyber agents called a "incel". There are links to his many profiles from Tinder to games aimed at teen girls. She is currently in the process of working up a profile on the suspect in the deaths of the two girls. [B]Personality:[/b] Professional, pleasant, warm and friendly but not overly so, a subtle wit and genuineness make her affable and most would say that she is a good team member, if stubborn. When she is focused, the world falls away, definitely needs someone watching her six in the field. Habit of pushing up her glasses when she has to tell someone something unpleasant, her subconscious way of mentally squaring up. Family, Friends, and Associates: Parents are Lila and Henry Laine, still living. A brother who is a computer engineer, Roy, who is now married and has two kids with his wife Mari. [B]Bonds[/b] - Her father, Henry, quiet and reserved he is a hard worker and despite his absence from the household he made time for his children. There was a time when Heather thought he would be better off divorced but he told her ‘you don’t give up on those you love.’ For better or worse. Despite the obvious hardship, that stuck with the normally aloof teen and the few friends she did make she held onto. Mariana Jones, PhD - Her best friend from University who is a psychologist with the San Francisco police department, they FaceTime from opposite sides of the continent and still go on a shared vacation once a year. This year the plan is a week in the French countryside. Special Agent Alex Bakker - A very close friend and ex lover, timing and professionalism prevented anything romantically serious but she values his honest criticism and support as both friend and colleague. [B]Likes:[/b] Clove cigarettes, red wine, her cats, card games, YouTube tutorials, travel, reading, music (from punk to classical), skateboarding [B]Dislikes:[/b] Her first name, Heather. Douchebag judgemental people. Management who are only there to stamp their cards and kiss ass. Narrow minded thinking. Fears: What is evil? Is it always human or is there something else. Does something compel a seemingly normal person to do horrible acts or is it just in our genes, hidden and held down by society's rules and religion. Failure. To be like her mother, inconsistent, selfish, vain, and manipulative. Skills: Gifted: Psychology, Forensics Adept: Anthropology, Criminology, Persuade Average: Marksmanship handguns, Awareness. History Novice: Archaeology, First Aid, Computer Science, Hand-to-Hand Weaknesses: Physical: Not as strong as most in the group, she has a more sedentary job and lifestyle, she only works out to be able to wear her favorite dresses. While trained in hand to hand combat, she would rather avoid it. Nonphysical: Vanity, imperfect perfectionism, indecisive, detachment, contrary and sometimes unpredictable Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Band t-shirts. Whatever it is, it’s black. Except a good pair of blue jeans. Clothing: Black. Work is tailored business suits/dresses with a vintage flare. Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm, switchblade Tools/Equipment: She has a Samsung Galaxy S10, Surface Laptop, Kindle full of useful texts on psychology, criminology Operational Clothing/Equipment: Clothing: FBI windbreaker, hideous; standard issue BDUs Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm [hider=character portrait][img]https://i.imgur.com/9J6i5PO.jpg[/img] [/hider] [/hider] For your RP consideration