<strong>Name: </strong>Carol Neathawk.<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age: </strong>32<br/><br/><strong>Appearance: </strong>5' 10", with a lean, athletic frame.  short brunette hair and strong features, Carol Neathawk is not your classic beauty - which bothers her not at all. Her normal dress is a long sleeved t-shirt of varying color, a black weather jacket and blue jeans with flat-soled black ankle boots.  She ears minimal jewlry, an earring in her left ear, a thin  silver chain around her throat, and occasionally a thin silver anklet about one ankle.<br/><br/>(http://www.sexdegrees.net/media/photos/2010/09/alexandra_hedison.jpg.290x445_q85_crop_upscale.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Background: </strong>Carol is a street cop, an undercover detective currently working as a bartender in a rather shady part of town.<br/><br/>A woman with a mission will often to go any lengths to carry it out.  Strike “often“ make that “always“ and you had Detective Carol Neathawk.  Not Nighthawk, Neathawk.  Calling her Nighthawk was perhaps the only guaranteed way to annoy her.  Her personal drive to get the job done had gotten her in considerable trouble during her career both personal and professional.  A willingness to turn a blind eye to lawbreaking that wasn’t directly connected with her target had hurt her career advancement, but helped her success rate - which was all she really cared about.  The only standards she truly cared to meet were her own, which were high enough.<br/><br/>Personally… she had scars.  Some physical, others mental, emotional, deeply buried.  Internal Affairs had never quite managed to pin anything on her because it was very hard to prove that a suspect had seen something she claimed not to have noticed in the heat of action.  But pulling that kind of trick off meant working alone more often than was safe and her targets were much less concerned with rules of evidence.  Actually killing a cop was entering dangerous ground indeed, but anything short of that, well, it happened.  Once she had been brought very close to that line indeed. She chalked it up as a learning experience to be more careful and buried the rage and fear that had burned in her gut.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Gun_mod_1.jpg)<br/><br/>She was a practical woman, street cops had to be.  She had little time for ghost stories.  But lately, she is beginning to think that the routine missing person  case she has been assigned to may be a bit more than the punishment grunt work she and her superiors thought it was.<br/><br/><strong>Roleplay limits:</strong>No scat, incest, or minors.  Other than that, if it flows logically from the story, I'm good with it.  For me, context is everything.<br/>