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☽ “Time is a terrible thing because it can erase both joys and pains.” ☾
Monster|| Paramore/|\ Turning Tables|| Adele/|\ Cigarette Daydreams|| Cage The Elephant
Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Lauren Cohan
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #954151
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #592730
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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Paige Eve Connery
✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Detective Connery | Professionally
Paige | Friendly
Paigey | Hated
✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ✦
September 17th - Virgo ♍
✧Aɢᴇ✧
Twenty Six
✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Female
✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Heterosexual / Single
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Her hair is really only seen one way. Up. In public and in her line of work, Paige never has her past shoulder length hair down. Always is it in a neat ponytail for professional purposes. Though as soon as she gets home, she lets it right back down. The chestnut colored locks have a natural wave to them that she's tried to tame, though always in vain.
✦Eʏᴇs✦
A certainly rare color, Paige has deep green eyes. Speckles of gold flock the irises, but the ever green color shines through with enough warmth for her friends, and enough seriousness for her occupation.
✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
Paige has skin that many would be jealous of. In her teenage years that she refrains from looking back upon, she had acne along her back and arms, but now there are no signs of such a thing, and the clearness of her skin surprises many who used to know her.
✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
5'5 Ft. 125 Ibs.
✧Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✧
25% Scottish, 25% Finnish, 50% Norwegian
✦Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs✦
A few hidden secrets are marred on her body. One being not so much a secret within her department. While on a child abuse case, upon visiting the house she was struck by a beer bottle in the back. It left a few scattered scars, but nothing serious. The scars she doesn't talk about are the ones that her father inflicted upon her. The drunk had left a good scar on the bottom of her leg when she was dragged out of her bedroom.
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XXXPerceptive✦ Kind✧Stubborn✦Private✧Strong Willed
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Perceptive
From the moving of a file in her office, or the twitching of someone's hand when talking in an interview she notices it all. Paige is very detail oriented and because of this she tends to notice the little things. When something does get past her (especially in her line of work) she's very self deprecating and ashamed of her own broad overview.
Kind
Until you give her a reason not to be friendly, she's kind to all she meets. Even when found reasons to be unkind, she remains civil and keeps a smile. She hates seeing others unhappy, and does all she can to cheer them up. Whether that be with small gifts, or a talk of some sort. Her naturally friendly demeanor gets her far in her job, and many of those she's helped send her cards and gift baskets because of her gentle work when it comes to dealing with sensitive matters.
Stubborn
When her mind is made up, you better give her a damn good reason to change it. Paige is very particular on how she does things. Like how she organizes her desk. Even though there may be a more efficient method, she wouldn't dare change the way she does it. The same comes to her opinions on large political issues and even her thoughts on the justice system.
Private
Never has she been one for sharing her thoughts. A penny for her thoughts? She'd turn you down. Her past hasn't been spoken about to anyone. When applying for her job she kept the summary very brief. Any struggles in her life, she faces them on her own, as hard as they could be. She doesn't want to bother people with her own baggage, so she keeps it all to herself.
Strong Willed
As broken and hurt inside as she is, Paige knows what she wants out of life. She has trouble finding the steps to get there, but she is a spirit of her own, even if the world tells her differently
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✧ Red Wine ✧ ↣ For birthdays it is all she asks for. In her ritual of falling asleep, a glass of red wine is included
✧ Military ✧ ↣ She has a deep respect for the military and those who have served. She only wishes she could have
✧ Mystery Novels ✧ ↣ They were what originally pushed her to become a detective. Little did she know her job wouldn't be as exciting as the novels
✧ Traveling ✧ ↣ There are places in the world she desperately wants to see
✧ Candles ✧ ↣ Though a fire hazard in her office, she keeps them burning anyway. Something about the flickering flame and aroma calms her down
✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
◆ Abuse ✦ ↣ Once a victim of such, she has no tolerance for the act
✦ The Smell Of Bleach ✦ ↣ It's just a nasty smell she'd rather be without
✦ Her Glasses ✦ ↣ Primarily Paige wears contacts, but on rare occasions she'll run out, and have to wear what she deems to be "dorky glasses"
✦ Cold Showers ✦ ↣ Hot showers are what she likes. Cold showers are just well...cold
✦ Users ✦ ↣ Paige cannot stand those who manipulate others and uses them. She finds it despicable
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✦ Multilingual✦ ↣ In college she continued learning languages. Chinese and Spanish to be specific
✦ Intelligent ✦ ↣ It's no surprise the detective is smarter than the average person. It's what allows her to be good at her job
✦ Patient ✦ ↣ Her life has been full of delays, she's good at taking a breath and waiting for the storm to pass
✦ Persuasive ✦ ↣ She has a certain way with words that get people talking, or doing in certain cases
✦Fʟᴀᴡs✦
✧ Stubborn ✧ ↣ When she has her mind made up, it's nearly impossible to change
✧ Private ✧ ↣ Her problems remain her problems. She doesn't like sharing about her life, and finds her own problems to be a bother to others. Essentially, she bottles it all
✧ Workaholic ✧ ↣ Work is where she is primarily found. Relaxing is hard for her to do, especially with this new case
✧ Paranoid ✧ ↣ Paige is scared of becoming anything like her family, though sometimes she feels like things are still haunting her, or she'll be victim to the abuse again. This causes her to constantly have a form of protection on her
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✦ Having A Family ✦ ↣ Whether that include her and a dog, or her and a man plus two kids, she wants something that feels concrete
✦ Finding "The One" ✦ ↣ After her ex-fiance cheated, she now finds herself wondering if she'll find the right person for her
✦ Having Her Mother Get Through Therapy ✦ ↣ Paige watches very closely the records from the treatment center. She hopes her mother will beat her addiction
✦ Owning A Penthouse ✦ ↣ A house seems like a lot of work for her. She'd like some lavish penthouse instead
✦Fᴇᴀʀs✦
✧ Killing Someone ✧ ↣ As a detective she knows the day may come, but she knows each person is an enigma, and taking a life is putting that down
✧ Snakes ✧ ↣ Slimey and slithery. She likes neither
✧ Not Being "Good Enough" ✧ ↣ Paige is hard on herself, and when she fails in her job, or each body that lines up - it only brings this fear closer to her pseudo reality
✧ Becoming Like Her Father ✧ ↣ He's everything she doesn't want to be. Studies have shown that those coming from abuse seem to repeat the cycle. It only scares her
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✧ Marcus Connery ✧ ↣ Father ↣ Deceased
✦ Lindsay Connery✦ ↣ Mother ↣ Alive
✧ Sam Ryans ✧ ↣ Ex-Fiance ↣ Alive
✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
Life was never butterflies and daisies for Paige. If you asked her about it, of course she'd say it was fine.
Paige was an accident to say it blatantly. Her parents met in a bar in North Point, and that's where she ended up being raised. Her father was a mechanic, and her mother just couldn't keep a job. What attracted them to one another in the first place was their love of alcohol.
It was a miracle her mother even made it through the pregnancy without any mishaps. When she was born, her parents seriously considered adoption. Something in Paige's mother spoke otherwise however, and they decided to keep her. Often was she neglected. The neighbors would come watch Paige constantly. Her parents were either at the bar getting drunk, or at home doing so.
Despite all, she was an early learner. As soon as she could walk and talk coherent sentences however, was when the worse began. She didn't understand as a young child while her father would hit her mother all the time, or why they were constantly yelling. Her mother took the worst of it all. When her mother couldn't take it though, the abuse turned onto Paige. Being slammed against counters, having bottles thrown at her, being beat. She got good at covering it all up.
Growing older she learned to cherish the times her father was gone, and sometimes even her mother. It was simple for her to tell that her mother did her best for Paige, even though she didn't know what to do. Her mother was the one to push her in her studies, an attempt to get Paige a better life than she ever had. Paige wouldn't ever forget the look of her mother's face when she graduated high school with a scholarship. She made it out.
Paige ended up going to school for law and psychology. Starting her career as an intern at her local police station, she rose the ranks until she was a cop. It was then she met what she thought was the love of her life. Sam Ryans, her partner. Sam was all she was looking for at the time. He was handsome, intelligent, rather suave. They hit it off quickly, and Paige could see the light in her life finally, something concrete to hold onto.
He popped the question when they were at dinner on their second anniversary. With tear filled eyes she said yes. They were only engaged for 2 months when he began to change. She had been promoted past him, and it was clear he didn't like that. Her work schedule filled up, and no longer did she feel the butterflies in her stomach when he was around. The couple began to argue daily, and the last straw was pulled when she came home one night to find him in bed with his new partner.
She kicked him out on the spot. All his things were given back to him the next day, as was the ring. To avoid thinking about it she indulged herself in her work, not leaving the office for days. It's been a year and she's moved on from the event, he moved to a different department. It still stings looking back, like a lot of her life.
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✧Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ✧
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
Character Sheet By : The Toxic Cereus
Inspired By : AmeliaIsGhostly
Filled Out By : Your Username Here