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Wild Boar
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| GENEVIEVE BOXER |
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THE BASICS FULL NAME: Genevieve Bethany Boxer
NICKNAME: Eve, Boxer
AGE: 30
BIRTHDAY: December 13
GENDER: Female
PROFESSION: Homicide Detective
PLAYBY: Tina Fey
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| THE ANIMAL |
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WE'RE ALL A BUNCH OF ANIMALS SPECIES: Wild Boar
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Her body is large but relatively compact with a large head and short legs. The thick bristles of her fur are dark gray, turning a reddish brown in the spring and summer time. She does have sharp canines, or tusks, though they are much shorter than a male’s curling mouth-spikes- but equally as dangerous. She’s average, as far as boars go.
DISTINGUISHING TRAITS: She has an ugly scar on her right side that is pretty pronounced and noticeable due to the white hair springing from the mark. It’s roughly the size of a half-dollar.
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| APPEARANCE |
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PAINT US A PICTURE
HAIR: Russet-brown with much darker roots. It tends to get darker in the winter time.
EYES: Dark brown.
BUILD: Mildly curvy
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: She has an impish, youthful face that gives her an expressive, mischievous sort of look naturally. She’s leggy and thin and it’s easy to miss the fact that she’s actually very curvy. Her eyes are large and dark. She has a long, thin scar on the left side of her chin and cheek.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Genevieve is a relatively average woman; standing around 5’5, she’s slender and graciously curved though you would only notice this looking closely at her for her tendency to dress in an unflattering manner. She has ample assets and a wonderful body, but as stated the nature of her dress usually keeps her naturally given gifts toned down to the point of being overlookable.
She is naturally pale and freckly, though by the good graces of her lineage she tans well if she sees enough of the outdoors for it to happen. She has a pretty, impish face with low and sleek cheek bones and a straight delicate kind of nose. Her jaw is a little wide, but maintains a pretty delicacy that keeps her from looking man-ish. Her mouth and eyebrows are sharp and expressive, communicating emotion clearly and her eyes are large, dark handsome brown that manage to give her a surprised, or interested look. Her hair is a pretty chestnut, falling a few inches past her shoulders and bearing a natural wave.
TYPICAL DRESS: Boxer can almost always be counted on to wear unflattering clothes. At work she wears slacks that are held up with a belt, blouses that button, and usually wears long sleeves. Lacking the self confidence most women possess at her age, she downplays her femininity –though doesn’t abolish its existence entirely. Even out casually she wears work appropriate clothes (the curse of always being on call). In the comfort of her own home, one might be able to catch her wearing an old t-shirt or tank top, accented by an unflattering pair of very old sweat (or on occasion ‘MC Hammer’)pants. On the RARE occasions she’s required to dress up, she usually gets help from internet make-up tutorials (or stopping by the make-up counters at the shopping mall for a free ‘product sample testing’ – you know, the kind where they put the make-up on for you to try and sell their product..?) and has not yet realized that she can actually style her hair on her own in more than a half pony-tail, pony-tail, or just down.
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| PERSONALITY |
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WHO ARE YOU?
Sitting down and speaking with any of Boxer’s co-workers about the inspector, one would find that generally according to her fellow officers she is a very simple woman and above that a good officer.
She has no personal life; there are some who would say that they’ve found her sleeping in the basement pasted to paperwork in the back of the records room. They’ve never seen her take a personal call on the job, and they heard that once a long time ago she was married for five minutes. Others would tell you that they’ve never found a better shot, she can deal with a scalding cup of coffee to the crotch better than most, and can run pretty well when forced to do so.
To her co-workers she is the example of what a good detective should be – years on the job have honed her instincts for her work and she is dedicated to it above all else. Despite the fact that she’s a woman, Boxer can handle herself just about as well as any man (read; just as well) and fits in perfectly among her peers despite her lacking of a Y chromosome. She can push the boundaries of successfully operating without sleeping, eating, or showering when in the heat of a case and she can bulldoze her way through dead ends without hesitation. She is a little prickly and short with men in the station, but her dry wit and quick sense of humor make her as formidable opponent in a game of insults as anyone can be. She is agreeable, and usually easy to get along with if you don’t push the few buttons she has.
Speaking with her partner, Chase Vincent you would find a bit more out about her.
Boxer is among the best in her field and it comes not only from a ferocious drive to be so, but because of her eye for detail. She didn’t start out her life with the intent to be a homicide detective, but rather one of the lab technicians who processes the DNA or runs the fingerprints while the detectives are too busy doing the leg work. Thusly, her mind works a bit differently than most detectives and quite a bit more differently than all of the minds of the partners Vincent has had in her time. She breaks apart a scene thoroughly, not only using training she received in college that makes her far more detail oriented, but she uses the training she received in her coursework for the rank of detective and a natural sort of instinct. The pair work well in tandem, but there are still moments when Boxer can leave Vincent behind in a trail of dust with the way her brain works.
She does not enjoy coffee in the mornings, and rather indulges in the heavily sugared energy drinks kids are so addicted to. She can force her way through the haze of exhaustion and focus her mind and often times she has to be told when to stop; which is quite funny considering who her partner is. She is actually not quite so prickly, but rather very sweet natured and prone to smiling very easily when she is not in the confines of the detective unit. She can be gullible, and easily duped into certain things whereas her friends are concerned, a bleeding heart for a charity case and someone who cannot say ‘No’ to the persistent and sincere sales person.
A little hesitant and unsure at times for a tendency to over think things, underneath all of that thought and brainwork she is naturally a smart, fierce, stubborn and strong woman who has not been treated as well as she should have been in the past. She has managed to entirely compartmentalize parts of herself, so that when she is working she works and no one sees of her anything but what she wants them to see. Slowly, over time, Vincent has come to see more of Boxer as her partner has become comfortable with her, and started to trust her as more than a co-worker but a friend.
That being said, Vincent is witness to the childlike woman Boxer attempts to smother out of herself. She is a girl who has been starved of love and approval in places where it really matters; lacking the support and connection of a mother to encourage her to pursue the things that she loves in life, someone to talk to in her youth and reigned into being something that she is not. Boxer is needy, she seeks approval in most around her and sometimes she seeks it most in the people who will not give it. She does her best to please and sate those around her, often times forgoing her own happiness for the sake of others and at times does not stop to allow herself the time to be hurt for the simple fact that her mother never allowed her that luxury. She needs to be reminded sometimes of the fact that it is alright for her to feel differently from others. She takes delight in sunny, strange things – breaking to the urge to dare her friend to do such youthful things as eat catsup and chocolate or walk in mud with her because she was never allowed to do those things in her youth.
Locked into her exile as she was in youth, Boxer was well accustomed to a feeling of safety in her seclusion. Coming into the world, and electing to her chosen field of work has given her an insight into the terrifying realities of the world. She has developed a “light” paranoia that is completely understandable given the things that she has seen in her life. She has a state of the art security system for her home, the most durable locks available for her doors and windows, Star-On for her car and she sleeps with her gun within reaching distance at night. She is suspicious and cautious, hesitant in meeting new people and thusly she is comfortably focused into her clan. This has crossed into all avenues of her life; including her love life which has been five years stale. She seeks companionship and love, though she elects to do it through the safety of an online dating service and runs background checks for her potential beaus. Often times she will schedule dates to see these men and instead of approaching will observe in the way a detective observes a potential suspect, and never approach the men. She has stood up well over 24 men in all of her time using the service.
The few relationships she has managed to sustain end in total disaster. She unapologetically gives everything she has to her job, and is regrettably without a group of trusted friends to help her keep her personal life on track. That area tends to slip or be ignored completely. Boxer has sworn off the personal conversation, compromise, and "uncomfortable undergarments" that come with romantic relationships, believing that her being alone is for the good of the dating population.
Despite her caution and her tendency to be cold towards strangers, Boxer somehow accumulates a circle of people around her that call themselves her friends – and even she doesn’t understand how this happens. More often than not drawn to her by her agreeable, pleasing nature and her unintentional aura of ‘charity case’ (which she is not) she has friends from the strangest of circles, probably pulled in to her by that same sense of loneliness, or the need to care for someone.
To her mother she is a good girl, an inconvenience, but a good girl simply because the woman has been able to direct her easily in her life along what the wealthy woman considers the ‘right track’. She ignores her daughter, going months and weeks without communicating with her and this hurts Boxer a great deal, though she would never admit to this. This lack of communication, and Boxer’s own silence are the only reasons that her mother has no idea Boxer is no longer pursuing a medical degree but actually working as a homicide detective.
- STRENGTHS: Boxer is fearless when it comes to solving a crime. She doesn’t scare easily and this gives her a definite fierceness in battle that is both intimidating and a little shocking given her size and smallish nature. She is chivalrous with friends and very polite (though she is very rough and prickly with men in the station). She is also very lucky when it comes to wealth, the type of person that finds 20s on laundry day and wins various sweepstakes and lottery events. She has strong strategic skills and deadly accuracy with her handgun, is fairly organized, and successful in confrontations with people because of the dualness of her appearance (looking kind, acting fierce). Another strength lies in her camaraderie and respect for leadership.
- WEAKNESSES: Aside from being easy to prank, Boxer seriously needs to work on her personal power. She can be swayed into disliking something she actually likes if someone dislikes what she likes. She’s sensitive, sometimes overly sensitive. She ignores personal needs like emotional understanding of situations and events, and can turn a blind eye to her personal life. She hasn’t been on a date in 5 years. She’s stubborn and bull headed.
- LIKES: Ice cream, noddles, dogs, being around friends, her badge, work, sweat pants, candy, salty food, Mexican food, tacos, the zoo, having friends, gourds, autumn, the color yellow-orange, stake outs, department events, working out, yoga, sugary drinks, fruit cocktail, peach drinks, pink lemonade, cool weather, warm weather.
- DISLIKES: Hot weather, cold weather, wet socks, obscene amounts of clutter, inexperienced people who think they are experts at something, taking advice from said people, uneven lighting, flooding, going to the doctors, not understanding a joke, cheap digital cameras, the media.
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| HISTORY |
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HOW DID YOU GET HERE?
Faith Boxer, a wealthy widowed Egret, found herself swayed by the charm of an enlisted colonel and his abundant leonine charm. What she didn’t expect was the aftermath of a one night tryst. Three weeks late and panicking, the woman started searching for adoption clinics the moment she knew she was pregnant. This lasted well into the 5th month. Wealthy and self sufficient, she didn’t take kindly to the heroic response of the baby’s father begging to let him do his duty. She didn’t need his duty. She didn’t need him. Fueled by the desire to prove to him she didn’t need anything he had to offer, Faith carried the child to term.
Genevieve grew up in a house where she couldn’t run, couldn’t touch anything, and couldn’t play in the grass. Since before she could walk everything, everything, was structured. She had a time schedule before she’d started school and was well accustomed to routine by the time she entered the private boarding school, St. Augustine’s Catholic Preparatory School for Girls.
She was never in want of anything material. So long as it was a girl’s toy, Eve got what she asked for. The dolly’s corvette, the Pretty Pony figurines, the My Perfect Pets art collection that she offhandedly said she liked at an art show, a pink canopy bed (because a bunk bed –her choice- was impractical for an only child), and a play room bedecked in frills and lace. There were things, though, that Eve never did get. She was in desperate want of someone to play with when she was younger, not allowed to disturb or annoy the house help, and forbidden from playing with any of the strange children who went to public school and lived in her neighborhood. Her mother, a phantom to the little girl, provided for Eve, but her care was never something a person would call ‘hands-on’. And the older Eve got, the worse things became in that department. Starved of social interaction, Eve retreated to books and painting, her violin and pets, anything that might offer some semblance of companionship was fair game to Eve. As she became more self-sufficient she rarely saw her mother, whose business activities would keep her out late and wake her up early. Eve was never sick, never broke any bones, and lived a pristine life in a pristine home with whatever material possession she could ever hope to have (including a car on her 16th birthday).
Eve was accepted to Martingale University when she was 18 and set off on a new chapter of her life, terrified of what lay in store. She was prepared to follow a rigorously structured academic plan that put her on the path to a degree in forensic pathology. While studying to get her MD, Eve started working with the Amber County Police Department (south of Saxis) in their forensic lab. She. Loved. It.
While she was working there, Eve started a relationship with Duke Jackson, a brass kissing detective with his eye on the Lieutenant’s position. He was brave, strong, friendly, protective, and even better, attentive. He was there for Eve in ways not many others had been. After opening her heart to him, they enjoyed a fiercely strong romance and a swift marriage (to which her mother refused to attend). The couple tried for a baby a year later, but failed when Eve miscarried.
Benefits only increased with the more schooling she got, and it wasn’t hard for Eve, who was rapidly starting to go by ‘Boxer’, to climb the ladder. She was sworn in as an officer which immediately distinguished her, and unlike her civilian counterparts, Boxer now had a ladder she could climb and found herself making goals that stepped well outside the structured routine planned out for her.
Boxer took the test to become a detective and passed with a resounding 99%. She settled in comfortably in the detective unit, her presence eased perhaps by Duke’s protection. She loved work and enjoyed more benefits and respect than she had ever gotten as a lab technician. However, things started getting convoluted fast. She started to see the faces of the crime scenes, the victims behind the evidence. It got hard and she struggled to cope. Duke and Eve went through a painful divorce after her obsession with the Paper Tiger Killer, whose case she worked for four years.
Soon after she applied at the Saxis County Police Department where she was paired with detective Chase Vincent, a veteran homicide detective.
Her mother has no idea Boxer is working as a detective.
Something people don’t know about Boxer is that she frequently visits ‘Betty McCain’, a resident at Green Groves Retirement Community. Betty mistook Boxer as her daughter while investigating a homicide, and Boxer played along, feeling guilty that the woman with Alzheimer’s had no one. Betty still thinks Boxer is her daughter.
- FAMILY: Faith Boxer (mother) – John Wiley (father) – Nikolas and Erik Wiley (step-brothers)
- FRIENDS: Chase Vincent, Kit Ezra (kind of)
- LOVE INTERESTS: none
- PETS: Jane, a smooth coated collie
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| THE BEAST |
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NOW, WHO'S THE REAL ANIMAL...
NAME: Sicks
AGE: One million billion gigatrillion
OTHER CHARACTERS?: Tons.
TIME ZONE: Central Earth
BEST METHOD OF CONTACT:Owl Sicks. |
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