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MORDECAI PEPPERS
Posted: Sep 20 2008, 12:40 AM


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MORDECAI SAWYER PEPPERS
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather


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gender: Female
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full name: Dr. Mordecai Sawyer Peppers
name meaning: She is named after Mordecai ben Hillel, a thirteenth century German rabbi, who she is a descendant of. Although it is not a traditional female name, her parents promised Mordecai’s grandmother that they would honor their relative, and after failing to have another son, decided to give her the name instead. Mordecai is a Hebrew name, meaning ‘little man’ or ‘follower of Marduk’.
nicknames: She hates nicknames. Only a specific few can call her nicknames. Usually it’s Cai or Mora, but there are a few other variations.
age: 28
date of birth: August 12

blood type: AB+
sexuality: Heterosexual

affiliation: FBI. While not technically FBI, she works in conjunction with them and the regular police through the FBI. She has become an integral part of the investigation into the mobs. Otherwise, she works at Harvard Medical school in research.
position/occupation(s): Forensic Anthropologist.

pet(s): Her snakes, Jasper and Hester. Two pets ferrets, Hammurabi and Cicero.
mode of transportation: She drives a 2007 ‘Seafoam Green’ Nissan Murano.
personal wealth: Because her occupation is so rare, Mordecai is paid extremely well and is considered quite wealthy, though she doesn’t necessarily show it. She has nice things, but nothing extremely fancy or expensive.


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hair color & style: Her hair is a very blonde blonde, almost white blonde. She wears it long, with a heavy bang, and it is naturally wavy.
eye color: Blue
skin tone: Pale peach.
height & weight: 5’8 & 130 lbs
build: Slim, but curved.
scars & tattoos: She has a scar up the back of her calf from surgery as well as various scratches and scars on her arms and legs from her assault.
accent: Very subtle Bostonian, upper class perhaps.
clothing style: Vintage professional.

play-by: Rachael Taylor


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likes: Cleaning. Justice. Her job. Animals. Companionship. Being held (by people she trusts). Good cops. Incarcerated criminals. Long days. Winning cases. Guns (in the right hands). Vintage clothes. Men’s sweaters (the smell, but only of the people she trusts). Leather jackets. Vests. Neutral colors. Watches. Button up shirts. Her dogs. Her snakes. Reading. Books. Cleanliness. Lights. Watching the city lights. Fruit. The smell of vanilla. Campfires. Catching the bad guy. The law. Good cops. Smart people. Simplicity (in some things). Puzzles. Being smart. Figuring things out. Lemons. Being distracted from her emotions. Watching people play piano. Classical music. Passion. Passionate people (though they can also scare her). Harvard. Having her own team. Working with the FBI. Photography. Wine, particularly red. Black and white photography. Landscapes. Fire places. Long baths. The smell of cinnamon. Plaid. Peanut butter. The smell of the ocean. Hearing the ocean. Her lab.
dislikes: Being wrong. Dirty cops. Apathetic law enforcement. Criminals. Murderers. Big crowds. Being stuck somewhere. Surprises. Being alone. Small enclosed spaces. Crooked cops (or any other corrupt law enforcement or government officials). Gambling (she once liked it). Horror movies. Being judged. Milk (especially if its sour). Soda. Hard liquor. Alcohol of any kind, except wine. Dangerous men. Abusive men. Weak women. Naïve woman. The scent of men (except those she trusts). Silence. Dense food. Stupidity. Onions. Nuts. Hard bread. Bread with nuts. Chocolate. Basketball. Baseball. Physical sports. The supernatural. The press. Drugs. Sand. Politics (she likes the ideas, but in actuality it doesn’t work out so well).
strengths: Passionate. Intelligent. Determined. Opinionated. Driven. Confident. Honest.
weaknesses: Lacks social skills. Obsessive. Insensitive. Oblivious. Overwhelming. Impatient. Untrusting. Addictive. Blunt. Lonely. Isolated. Emotionally stunted. Selfish in some areas.
talents & special abilities: Forensic anthropology. Puzzle solving. Speaks several languages, including Spanish, Latin, Russian, Italian and others.
hobbies & interests: Languages. Law. Anthropology. To be honest, she doesn’t have a lot of hobbies outside of her job.
habits & quirks: Mordecai will click her tongue when she’s thinking and she also clears her throat when she gets annoyed. She also tends to run her fingers through the void in her left hand. She is an obsessive cleaner and has to have everything in its spot, having a touch of OCD.
dreams & desires: She wants to rid the world of evil. Seriously. Mordecai wants to get over what has happened to her.
fears: Large crowds. Small spaces. Alleys. Being buried alive. Drowning. Being stuck somewhere.
personality: in-depth:

People underestimate Mordecai because she is a pretty blonde woman. She certainly looks like your stereotypical party girl or even some sort of promiscuous sex kitten. With her blonde, full head of hair, which is rather easy to manage; her dark pink pout; curvy body and sparkling, clear blue eyes, she’s rather pretty (even aside from her physical flaws, such as her cane, missing finger and several long lasting scars). She looks much younger than her age and could probably pass for late teens, if she wanted to. Her dress is professional but casual enough that is could be a little ambiguous. Outside of the lab especially, people think of her as some young party girl just out for some fun, despite her general serious demeanor. Fortunately, the fact that most people underestimate her based on her looks is most often an advantage, although not one that she has often had the opportunity to use.

The word used most often to describe Mordecai is eccentric. Certainly she’s never been exactly ordinary in her life, but always thought of as a little off. Now, to be more polite, people call her unconventional and she doesn’t really have a problem with that. Being a little peculiar has yet to really damage her and so she’s certainly not going to worry about getting called a little eccentric now. Anyway, she knows that eccentricity is often used to describe people others don’t understand, or a type of person they aren’t used to. Mordecai is unconcerned if they don’t understand her, as she would prefer that people didn’t. Certainly, it’s nice to be understood, to have someone on the same page as her, and she’s not afraid of that, but part of her doesn’t want it because she thinks that it’s dangerous to her for people to understand her too well. Of course, Mordecai is complicated enough that it’s unlikely anyone will ever completely understand who she is.

Mordecai is extremely intelligent, which is clearly one reason she’s seen as so eccentric. A person with extremely high intelligence often has trouble communicating with others and so seen as a little peculiar and less ‘normal’. Mordecai has never had her intelligence tested, as she thinks IQ tests are just silly numbers and that intelligence is more than just knowing information. She would say that her intelligence isn’t so much of a gift of nature, but rather her own hard work (though this is certainly debatable, it is just her opinion on intelligence. She hates genetic theories for traits such as intelligence and violence). She has two BA degrees, one in criminal justice and the second in anthropology and a doctorate in physical anthropology. She graduated high school nearly two years early, after skipping a grade and then graduating early. After that she received a full scholarship (after her father losing their wealth) to study criminal justice, a degree in which she completed in an unusually short amount of time. All of this she sees as the result of her incredibly hard work, as she has always been dedicated and involved in her studies.

Of course, her intelligence is mostly focused on the academia field. She does have common sense, but her social skills aren’t necessarily good. Mordecai is what many people would call socially awkward. Even from a young age, she’s never had social graces, though there doesn’t appear to be any particular reason for this, besides perhaps her intelligence and dedication to her studies. However, her sister is a social butterfly, but it appears that Mordecai must have lost out on that part of her personality. She can be a bit oblivious when it comes to subtleties, like sarcasm. Her grasp on pop culture is terrible and so most references to such things would go completely over her head. She tends to ignore social customs. It isn’t unusual for her to make enemies with people, especially when trying to cut deals. She’s pissed off many (and certainly many criminals) with her tactless ways of dealing with them. Part of it isn’t necessarily that she ignores the niceties, but she also doesn’t always realize that she is doing it, as, once again, she isn’t always in tune with what is ‘proper’ in terms of interacting with others. People have pointed it out, certainly, but she can’t change her personality and nor does she want to. Of course, she doesn’t think she should have to use much courtesy when it comes to criminals. After all, they are the ones breaking the laws and it’s something she’s desperately against.

Since her assault, making new friends in general has been difficult for her, but even more so accepting friendships with people who protect the criminals that she is trying to put away. Mostly this is because she knows her own assailant is still on the streets and it is because of a defense attorney that he is there, despite all the evidence against him. She is able to maintain friends she had before her assault, but there can be quite a lot of tension if conversation rolls around to cases.

Many people, especially those who don’t know her well, think she is callous. She can be, certainly, though it is only intentional when it comes to criminals (especially those who try to make excuses for what they’ve done). Aside from that, her apparent insensitivity is unintentional, and merely a consequence of her social ineptitude and her strong desire for justice, plus the fact that she knows everyone has their sob story and she does not think any one is more deserving of sympathy than another. Many times her mind is focused intently on one thing, generally her job that she doesn’t think about the motions attached to it, even though she certainly knows from her own experiences the emotions attached to such things. Part of her knows she’s done this as a defense mechanism as a result of her assault. She fears if she lets herself become sensitive to other people’s emotions, she’ll have to get in touch with her own and then she’ll get too emotional and won’t be able to stop herself. Mordecai isn’t one to enjoy or willingly share her emotions, so she tries to avoid things that will force her to explore that.

The few people who did get to see her emotions are a lucky few. The majority of her close friends are people she’s known for a long time, and nearly all of them are people she knew before her assault. Because of her personality, she’s always been a tough one to get to know, as she isn’t one to party and socialize all that much. Honestly, people do have to try hard to get to know her, or they are the ones that have known her and allowed themselves to figure her out (or as best they can) and so they are able to understand her, at least better than those that don’t know her and see her as a cold and insensitive woman. Even those that she has been close to have been subjected to some changes, particularly the men in her life. For a time, the majority of her friends were male, but she distanced herself slightly from the men in her life, at least for a while. Now that she has given herself some time to deal with what happened to her, things have nearly gone back to the way she once was. However, she can’t tease like she used to. A few years ago, she loved wearing men’s sweaters, because of the scent, but now she has trouble with that (though she can still manage if it is someone she knows will never hurt her).

As for that little thing called love, well it would be nearly impossible for her, or at least that’s how she feels sometimes. She’s never been much of a dater (though she certainly could be considered a looker) and her personality can often turn a guy off who might approach her for a date. Even if they had the guts, for the most part she rejects men for dates, especially if she doesn’t know them as friends first. She’s always thought it was in the cards, but she figured if it were meant to be, it would happen. Now, she’s not sure that she cares about it as much as she did before. As stated before, it’s hard for people to get close to her and dating (particularly the having sex part) sounds like a terrible idea to her.

Clearly, the rape and assault had an effect on her personality, in some ways more than others, both hidden and obvious. One of the more obvious changes is the simplicity it takes to frighten her, particularly if she is not expecting it. She hates being surprised in most ways, but even more so when it is people sneaking up on her. She can appear quite skittish and certainly she would admit she’s easy to scare, when it comes to people approaching her, especially when she’s working, as that is when she is least away of her surroundings. She is somewhat skittish and she is nearly always aware of what’s going on around her, almost to the point that she can get distracted. However, there is one thing that tends to keep her from being aware of her surroundings, and –in case you haven’t guessed already- that’s her job. She can get completely immersed in it, which often leads to a little frightening spell for her. Most people, particularly those she works with and her friends, have learned not to sneak up on her and if she does appear unaware, they might go so far as to stop anyone else from approaching her without warning.. In general,, she doesn’t enjoy being ignorant of what is to happen. She hates horror movies, cases she can’t figure out and gambling.

Surprisingly, Mordecai once thoroughly enjoyed gambling. She has quite an addictive personality and gambling certainly feeds into that. Considering her father lost everything from gambling, she has always been wary and alert of her gambling habits, and she is careful to monitor herself (despite strong urges not to). Her father’s consequences are always at the back of her mind, though, so she could never let herself go as much as she would like to. Instead, she has always focused her addictive energy on the other areas of her life- her school work, her job. These two are particularly evident as she was always the top of her class in school, whether high school, or college, no matter what class. She was studying at all moments of the day during high school and college was similar. Her job has always been a huge part of her life and now, more than ever, she dedicates more attention and energy to it. It’s not merely that she’s a workaholic, but she needs something to focus her energy on.

It helps that she is entirely dedicated to her job, and particularly, the fight for justice. Or at least she was. She wholeheartedly believes in justice and is desperate for it to be fulfilled. It stems from a desire for fairness. She’s always been rather practical and fairness is certainly a practical idea. She thinks if you kill someone, you deserve to die, though only after they have been convicted by a jury of their peers. She does not agree with vigilantes and civilians who take the law into their own hands. Rather, it should be the law that punishes those who break it and Mordecai is doing her best to ensure that happens. She hates it when the system fails and hates it even more when people fail ( or rather, destroy) the system. This is what she feels happened with her own assault.

Mordecai isn’t above the law and generally she would despise anyone who broke any sort of law or rule. However, her growing desire for justice has seemed to squelch her once obsession with keeping in line. Mordecai becomes a little more reckless each day, though it isn’t as if she is some sort of vigilante (at least she doesn’t see herself as such), when it concerns the law. She’s simply become more at ease with ignoring a regulation if it helps put a criminal behind bars. If she thinks it is the right thing to do and it will help a victim, she’ll do it. Of course this is only for the smaller things. She isn’t about to start assaulting people because she’s interested in justice.

There is another reason for her desperate search for justice, one that’s more deeply embedded in her and one that’s probably less known to her than some of the others. She’s scared. It’s probably not as unusual as she might think. After all, everyone’s scared of the rising crime rate. After being assaulted, though, she has an even more intense fear of being murder (though perhaps, she’s already had worse done to her). But she also doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. She isn’t exactly naïve. She knows that in the world, people are going to get hurt, but she does think that it is possible for that number to go down and just because it will happen, doesn’t mean she wants to give into it and let it.

Mordecai can appear overly confident, even cocky, particularly when one first meets her. She knows, of course, that she is incredibly intelligent and she doesn’t necessarily think that it is a bad thing for her to show that. However, she simply thinks of herself as confident and even just like every other person when it comes to her self confidence. Once again her social skills, or lack of, come into play here, as she isn’t quite sure where the line between cockiness and confidence is. She isn’t afraid to assert her opinions and in fact, some people think she does this too much. She is rather opinionated. As a prosecutor, in particular, she got used to people listening to what she has to say. Now, she thinks it’s just as important to listen to what she has to say.

Mordecai did have some trouble with her sudden disability (both her finger and her limp) in the beginning. While not a major athlete, she did maintain an active lifestyle, including a few days a week at a gym. Growing up in the city, she’s never been one to do much hiking, fishing or other similar activities, but she’s still always been on that liked getting some sort of exercise. Now the only exercise she can really manage is physical therapy, which, while an intense workout, is not nearly as enjoyable as some of her previous activities. Those are out of the question for her now because she can no longer put that much weight on her leg and must rely heavily on a cane. Every step is a painful one but she was managed to keep going. Her finger- she’s missing the first from her pinky on her right hand- is a little less noticeable but inconvenient all the same. Mordecai grew up right handed, but writing without that finger is something she’s had to get used to. Now she uses both hands to write, trading between the two, though there is a distinct difference between her hand writing now and what it was several years ago. For months after the accident, she had many license checks because people didn’t not believe her signature. It was that different. Mostly Mordecai has gotten used to the physical ramifications of her assault.

She can be friendly, despite all of her other flaws and troubles with being social. It’s best to catch her in periods of time when she is not in the middle of work (which is rare) and she can even appear sociable. She does like spending time with her friends, though it is hard to get into her good graces, particularly since her assault. She certainly is not a club person and she rarely goes to bars (and those are usually more of a professional atmosphere, such as ones that she used to go to as a lawyer). She no longer drinks alcohol, because she is afraid of impairing her judgment or inhibitions. She never was much of a drinker since all of her experiences have been terrible, but she did have a glass or two occasionally, usually with friends or celebrating cases. The night of her assault she had two drinks and she hasn’t touched it since, she hasn’t had even one taste of it.

That being said she can enjoy time alone as much as she can time with other people, possibly she enjoys being by herself even more. Reading is an intense passion of hers and she always has at least two or three books that she is reading at a time. Her favorite subjects, of course, are law and anthropology, though she also enjoys other books such as philosophy. She has a strange fascination with human tragedies and human rights violations, such as the Holocaust, Darfur or Rwanda. They fascinate her because she doesn’t understand them and she hates not being able to understand anything.

Because of her intelligence, Mordecai is used to understanding and comprehending things. It does aggravate her when there is something that she can’t understand and she becomes quite obsessed with whatever it is. This is certainly clear in her job. If she can’t figure out a case, she can’t put it aside and it might occupy her mind at all times of the day, whether she is at home, at work or with friends. Many times, particularly if with someone familiar with the case, she’ll continue talking about the case, if they want to or not. She loves talking cases out, because she finds it is very easy to see something she missed if she talks it out loud, and it’s always useful having a fresh set of eyes on a case to see something she might have missed. Mordecai can get a little overwhelming. Many people think of her as enthusiastic but overly about her job. Certainly, she doesn’t jump for joy, but she can get animated about her job. She’s very insistent when she knows she has evidence that is important and she’ll attempt to push it on anyone. She can get a little annoying this way, particularly if a cop or prosecutor does not want to help on cases.

Many people who are intelligent tend to have a competitive streak in them, always wanting to outdo each other. They get used to being the smartest person in the room and so when they aren’t, they feel pushed to the background. However, Mordecai is practically the opposite of this. Despite her confidence in her skills, she doesn’t care about who else is smart and how much smarter they are then her. Rather, she’s confident with her abilities and that’s all that she needs. She’d much rather focus on herself and her cases than trying to outdo or upstage another person, particularly if they are trying to help with a case. Once again, her eccentricity is a part of this as she can be oblivious when people are trying to compete with her, but if she does notice, she just doesn’t care and actually, it can be rather irritating (or amusing, depending on her mood) to her. She thinks it is a waste of time to compete when there are more pressing issues at hand.

Part of the reason people are considered eccentric is usually pointed to as strange living or eating habits. Mordecai has both. She eats insanely healthy, so much that her food choices are often very limited, because she is so particular with what goes into her mouth, despite the largeness and variety of London. This isn’t something she would push on others though, merely a personal choice. Like a child, she cannot eat food that has touched the other before she eats it. If her chicken and corn were to touch each other, she would not be able to eat it. Secondly, if one were to enter her home, they would think that she was attempting to sell her loft, as it is always in pristine condition. She has very few personal effects in her flat, aside from a handful of pictures and some art work, but otherwise her loft has little personality to it. Once upon a time, she was somewhat of a pack rat, particularly when it came to books. She would have stacks of them all around her apartment, but now that she has some trouble getting around, she’s gotten used to keeping things tidy, though it’s become more than that. After her assault, she did have somewhat of a mental breakdown in which she purged a lot of things from her home and went into a three day cleaning frenzy, before friends came over to stop her. However, cleaning (the heavier the better) has become a way for her to purge anxiety and so it’s something she does often when she’s particularly tense. Strangely enough, for someone who needs cleanliness, she lives with two ferrets that she lets run around her house. They are trained rather well and both are fantastic companions. Quite often she takes them with her when she leaves the house, as, for some strange reason, they make her feel a little safer.

Most people wouldn’t think of cleaning as a hobby, but Mordecai counts it among her several strange and quirky hobbies. She also collects watches, though she is very particular with her watches. She doesn’t just set them in glasses cases and look at them, but rather she actually does use them, though she takes very good care of them, both on and off of her wrist. She doesn’t really like shopping, and certainly she couldn’t spend an entire day in malls and shopping stores, but she does have a fondness for clothes- particularly vintage clothes. Her style is somewhat simple but still professional. She generally wears button up shirts and she has a slight fetish with vests and jackets, leather ones. She doesn’t, however, enjoy company while shopping as she finds it incredibly distracting and also rather time consuming (After all, she has to try on clothes and then look at everything they’ve picked out). She’d rather find what she likes and get out of there to do something with more value.


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parents:
Catherine, 62- Housewife
Jeremiah, 63- Retired Pilot
siblings:
Genevieve, 32
Casey, 35
other: N/A
family wealth: Upper middle class, at least they were. Her father lost all their wealth when Mordecai was in high school, but they necessarily poor after that.

ethnicity: Welsh, Scottish, Italian.
birthplace: Chicago, IL
hometown: Boston, MA

history: in-depth:

Mordecai was born the last child of three, the second daughter of wealthy parents, Catherine and Jerry. Her name, generally a more masculine name, was indeed intended for a male child. Her father had hoped their last child, their third, would be a boy as he desperately wanted to name a child after his grandfather who passed just before her birth. Of course, a little baby girl seemed to ruin his plan, but rather than changing it, he decided to name her Mordecai after all. Her father was a pilot of an international airline, and so he could provide well for them. However, that meant she didn’t get to see him very much, as he was flying often. Her mother practically raised her and her two siblings on her own, though Mordecai would say she wasn’t much of a mother to herself. Her mother favored her older sister, for reasons still unknown to Mordecai. She was much closer to her brother and the two shared a deep connection. She supposes much of her personality comes from spending so much time with him, not because he was emotionless or even similar in personality to her (quite the contrary in fact), but because he was a boy and so her personality was altered to spend time with boys rather than girls.

Being so close to her brother, Mordecai grew up playing with bugs and dead things they found on the side of the rode. She was five years younger than him and so she often followed after him. Mordecai idolized her brother, to the point that she just might do anything for him. Although he could have, he didn’t necessarily take advantage of it Because of their close bond, he didn’t mind either, even as he grew older and he was teased for it. While she was quiet and somewhat mysterious with her personality, he was casual and easygoing, making up for any of her shortcomings. When he went off to school (their parents sent them to private boarding schools from middle school on), it was difficult for her. All she had was her sister left, and she had always bonded with her mother, so she was certainly the odd girl out.

Because of this, she turned to other means of entertaining herself. Reading was her main source of entertainment. Most of her free time was spent at the library, curled in an arm chair, with a variety of books. She started out with things appropriate for her age, but slowly worked her way around the library to things most parents would never let their children read at such a young ago. Fortunately, Mordecai’s mother didn’t care much what she read, by the time she was nine, she was reading philosophy, medical and law books. She didn’t understand all of it at first, but eventually, she did. She wanted to understand it all and so she forced herself to- that is she would just keep reading until she was able to comprehend what she did. Going into school, Mordecai was rather ahead of her classmates and so she ended up skipping grade three. Turns out that wasn’t much harder for her, so once again she skipped a grade, making it so that she now in the same grade as her older sister. As if the pair needed anymore reason to not have a good relationship, this made Genny deeply resent Mordecai. Mordecai hardly noticed, as she didn’t quite realize what this would mean for her sister, socially. Rather, she was excited that her school was now actually giving her somewhat of a challenge.

It was a little difficult for Mordecai when she reached middle school and went to boarding school. She was used to being at home and being able to escape from socializing, but at a boarding school, she didn’t have many places to go. They had a good library, though it was a little more censored than she was used to. However, if she spent time there, some of the professors would try to get her to socialize more. The other children made fun of her, but she didn’t care about that either. It only made her more determined to focus on things that actually mattered, like her schoolwork. She did have a handful of friends, but they were mostly what one might call ‘study buddies’, other outcasts that didn’t fit in. High school was much of the same, with Mordecai becoming more and more studious and outcasted, her personality quirks becoming more obvious as she cared less and less about those around her and how they felt about her.

Her father lost all of his money when Mordecai was a senior in high school and she suddenly realized how good she had had it. Apparently, he was a gambler and he had lost all their money, all their savings, all the children’s trust funds. Mordecai was sixteen, but she understood what her father had done to their family. He had wasted everything they had worked so hard for. Mordecai had to struggle to find money for college, particularly since it was so last minute, but her intelligence, good grades and the rest of her skills made her an excellent scholarship candidate. It was tough to adjust to, even more so for her sister, who was more spoiled and materialistic than Mordecai.

College wasn’t very difficult for Mordecai, at least academic wise, despite the fact that she was only sixteen. It was precisely that fact, though, that made other areas hard for her. Some of the other students resented her for being so smart, particularly when she would outdo them in classes. It wasn’t an intentional thing, surely. Mordecai just wanted to do well in her classes and get her degree. The jealousy on the part of her classmates and her own inexperience led to the worse event in her college career (and probably second in her entire life). She was invited to a party at a fraternity house, a first for her. As such, she was very excited, and very surprised. When she arrived there, several of the fraternity members began to sweet talk her, feeding her drinks. She ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning after her newfound ‘friends’ left her at the hospital. It was the true start to her current personality, at least most of it.

Her studies were the only thing important to her, her last couple years of college. She had a few friends, and she did enjoy spending time with them, but her studies always came first. She wanted to get them done, because she wanted to start her career, rather than continue being at college, where people seemed so juvenile. Law was something she had always been interested in, since she was a child, sitting in a library. She wanted to put her skills into practice. However, her second degree became more of her passion while she was in college. She wasn’t the perfect candidate to be a prosecutor- she could appear unlikable, emotionless and callous- she had many traits most lawyers would kill for- determined, the ability to convince, a good eye for small important details. But this is what made her think that she would be much better served going into the investigation part of things- anthropology. She went on to get her Masters and doctorate in physical anthropology, her specialty biological anthropology. It was easy for her to get a job after college, with a little help from connections she had made over the years (or at least, people she had met who saw her mind and skills as useful). She was the graduate student of the next closest forensic anthropologist at the Smithsonian in Washington, DC, but it wasn’t long before she surpassed her mentor. She moved on from there, travelling across the sea to work for a short time in London at the British Museum. There the crime was high and for her it seemed that none of the people in the lab cared about what they were doing.

Mordecai got tired and fed up that nobody seemed to care about the bodies. She decided to return to the States, where she had been offered a job and her own team at Harvard University. She had only been there a few months when she began to get requests from the FBI. She wanted to help them, because that’s what she had wanted to do while she was in London. She agreed to help them and became involved heavily in criminal investigation. She was known for never stepping back, never stopping, no matter how much violence was threatened against her. There was one case that the violence became more than just a threat, one criminal that she saw more than once, but who kept getting away. She vowed to get this criminal even after her second strike out with him, but she hoped the third time would be the charm and justice would finally be seen. However, the criminal didn’t like the idea that she wasn’t ‘learning her lesson’ and one of his cronies attacked her while she was in her office. She was left severely beaten, raped and on the fringe of death. While still in the hospital, she did stop working on cases, despite the constant pressure from friends, family and coworkers for her to take some time off and allow herself to heal. Mordecai couldn’t let them win, by shutting her down, so she couldn’t stop. Of course this made recovery more difficult for her, it took longer, according to her doctors, but it was worth it when she returned, though she didn’t feel as ready as she should have been.

Something else made her life more difficult, stemming from this attack. Her tibial nerve, the one affecting movement and sensation to the calf and foot, was badly damaged, leaving her with a severe limp and the reliance on a cane. Then there was the emotional damage of the rape and attack. While, she was strong when it came to continuing work, her nerves were rattled. She went, only a little unwilling, to therapy, but as she delved herself more into her work, the less she went. Soon after her official return, leads were discovered that the criminal who attacked her was involved in a mob. Since then, Mordecai has become more intent on finding who attacked her, who ordered it and just how close she had gotten to finding something big.




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Sweat glistened against Delphine’s tan skin as she lifted the large sack of flour from the pile. She carried it carefully inside to the kitchen and set it upon the counter. The cook, Tila, looked at her with a vaguely appreciative look, but Delphine didn’t respond to it. She was doing her job, not a favor. Delphine was already weary of this life, the life of being a slave. Delphine’s people, the Hyksos, had once ruled Egypt. Delphine’s family had been rich, though not royalty. Then she was reduced to a slave for a royal official, one who seemed to think that she was dirt just for being a Hyksos. Her ‘master’, though Delphine knew she belonged to no man, also enjoyed putting his hands on her in ways she did not like. Even though it was dangerous, she made it clear she was not interested in being his bedmate. Since she was royal property, he could not kill her, so she was not afraid of refusing him. He would never bring charges against her, because he was a weak, foolish man. It was only an added incentive to keep quiet that he was married to someone above his own rank. “You may be dismissed,” Tila said and Delphine resisted the urge to make a face at the older woman, who seemed to think that she was above Delphine, though, from what Delphine heard, she hadn’t been much more of a slave before she was brought to Egypt. However, she was not about to argue with being able to leave, so she quickly turned and exited the building.

She was lucky to not have to stay at the house at all times. When she had arrived they had already had several slaves that were always there, and so they didn’t need another, despite how much her ‘master’ had wanted her to be around at all times. Instead, she was allowed to return to the slave encampments, where she shared a hut with several other slaves that were in similar positions as she was. Even if she was a slave, she was lucky. In the six months since the Egyptians had retaken control of Egypt, she had learned what to be thankful for, even if she wasn’t intending on being in such a position for the rest of her life. Many of the other slaves had decided to get used to their position, to embrace it and be satisfied with settling into that position for the rest of their lives. Delphine was not one of those people. She was going to get away from this, or, at the very least, find a better position for herself. She could not be satisfied with settling into her low position in slavery.

Delphine always took a different path through the slave encampment and there was a very particularly reason for this. She hadn’t seen her family since she had been taken here and she hoped that they might be in this encampment, somewhere. In reality, she wasn’t sure if they were even alive, but she had hope. Her parents, she figured, were probably deceased. They had been elderly, and wealthy, neither of which was a good incentive to keep them alive. Their possessions were easier to keep if they were dead, and the elderly were useless when it came to hard labor. Still, she hoped that she might find them, or her several siblings, one day. Today, it seemed, would not be that day, as she got through the encampment, without seeing a familiar face, at least not one that was family. She reached her own small hut without stopping. Delphine stopped suddenly outside when she heard of a gentle sobbing coming from just inside.

“Mirah,” Delphine whispered as she entered the small hut. The petite brunette, one of the few people she knew from her own city, looked up at her with her wide eyes. Delphine kneeled on the ground beside her, and gently stroked her hair. Both of the young woman’s eyes were black and she could barely open one of them. Immediately, Delphine knew what had happened to her. The overseer liked to beat them, liked to hurt them. All of them knew that he liked to abuse the young women and Delphine suspected that it was more of a fantasy than a fetish. It was the pretty ones that he hit, the ones that he would never be able to attain. An overseer was a low job, barely above them as slaves. Delphine looked tenderly at her friend and a tear escaped Mirah’s eye. She leaned into Delphine’s arms and she squeezed tightly, allowing the woman to cry against her shoulder for several moments. Carefully, Delphine pried Mirah away from her and looked into her eyes. “Let me go to the prince for you.”

Immediately Mirah nodded. “Yes,” she said. “He would not want to see me like this. He does not like his servants to be…damaged. He would not approve of me being there.” They both knew that it could even be dangerous for her. If the prince did not approve of his servants…well, he could do anything he wanted with them. Delphine found it despicable. If they were not in good shape, they were rejected, even if it was by his own people’s hands that Mirah was in such a state. For a moment, she wondered if she would be able to follow through with her plans. Would she be able to tolerate him enough? Honestly, she had never met the prince, but she had heard the rumors, the stories that the other girls returned with.

He was a lecherous man, they said, one after only his own desires. Delphine supposed she could empathize with that, in a different way. She did what she had to, in order to get what she wanted. It was another reason she did not sleep with her own ‘master’. He could not get her anywhere and so using him, and letting him use her, was useless. She didn’t object to using sex and affections to obtain more freedoms or gifts, because that was all she had left now. She was an attractive woman, though not the jewel of her people, which is the reason she became a slave of an official, rather than a labor slave. A full head of thick, wavy hair of a light chestnut color; large, almost black eyes that smoldered; full, dark pink lips; bronze, smooth skin; a small waist but curvy figure; and her pert chest all made her the object of some desires. She hoped that the prince might want her.

It helped that she knew how to enhance her features. Although she was no longer wealthy and allowed to wallow in the lap of luxury, she had learned how to make herself appear more attractive, in hopes of gaining the attentions of someone worth it. Most of the royals liked the slaves to be well adorned and so they were given jewelry and other trinkets to drape over themselves, before tending to their work, especially for those higher in the hierarchy. Delphine pawed through the small woven basket in the corner of the room, that Mirah and the other higher class royal slaves used. She found a pretty necklace with gold coins hanging off of it and she quickly wrapped that around her neck. Another gold trinket went around her ankle and she pulled her hair back from her face, tying it up, tightly, though her bangs fell across her forehead. Quickly, she used a cloth to run over her body to wipe away the sweat that she had accumulated through her work that day. It wasn’t exactly the ideal washing before she saw the prince, but it would have to do. Delphine hoped that this would help with her current plan. While not enjoying the fact that her friend was being hurt, this gave her the perfect chance to force herself into the prince’s orbit. She could only hope that her efforts would pay off.

“You should go,” Mirah spoke and Delphine turned to look at her. She returned to Mirah’s side, her hand sliding along her friend’s shoulder. “Thank you.” Delphine should have felt bad that there was more to her intentions than just helping a friend, but she didn’t. This world was about surviving and doing whatever it took. It would be more dangerous to be close to the prince, but it would also offer more protection, more perks. Delphine needed that and she would do what it took to get it. Perhaps, she could even protect her friend while she seduced the prince. It would be a precarious thing to ask for the prince to step in when it came to an overseer, but Delphine was beginning to see that Mirah might be the only family she had. She might need protection, but she also needed people she could trust and confide in. Mirah had become that in the past six months.

“I shall see you tonight,” Delphine said. Mirah offered a tiny smile, one of her normal shy ones. She was very different than Delphine. Mirah was quiet, somewhat shy, and particularly modest (though Delphine didn’t know how she kept it, considering the prince’s proclivities). Delphine had always been independent and sassy. She was, she admitted, spoiled, being the only daughter and her father’s favorite child. He had given her what she wanted. If something wasn’t given to her, she would find a way to take it. She was rather manipulative and very smart, thought most men didn’t use that word to describe any woman. Delphine certainly deserved it though.

“Maybe,” Mirah said, pointedly. Delphine nodded, slowly, knowing what her friend was implying. She didn’t mind though, because she was only hoping that she would end up in his bed. Had she been anything other than a slave, she might have used desire to keep him interested, not giving into what he might want from her. Considering her status, she didn’t have that choice, so she would find something else that kept his attention. She would have to be more than any other woman he had had. Delphine wasn’t sure, but she was fairly confident that she could figure something out. It would be a start, but she was looking for more. She wanted him to fall in love with her, or at least she wanted to be able to hold his attentions for longer than bedmates usually held it. Giving Mirah one last sympathetic look, Delphine turned and headed out of the hut. The gold around her neck jangled as she took quick, light steps through the slave quarters, this time towards the palace. They were given leniency, but it wasn’t because they were trusted. Rather, escapes meant someone would pay, perhaps not the person who did escape, but someone they cared about. Sometimes that didn’t even matter. The mass murders were known to be attempts to keep them in check. Most didn’t want that on their conscience.

“State your purpose, woman,” one of the guards said as she approached the palace. She bowed her head, showing a false sense of shyness and respect.

“I am here to serve the prince,” she said in a tiny voice that was unlike how she normally spoke. Delphine felt his scrutinizing gaze on her and she had to resist the urge to look back up at him. After several moments, he prodded her with his staff and she was escorted inside. She was led into the kitchen, where a tray was waiting. A rather frazzled look cook looked up at her with a nasty look.

“The tray. Take it and hurry before it gets cold. Then we’ll both have to pay,” he spat at her. He was Egyptian and she could tell he was like many of the others, thinking a Hyksos scum of the earth. She found it funny that these people could think that, but be willing to use their skills, or their bodies, for themselves. Delphine had had servants, but never slaves, and they were respected in their own way. Her king had, of course, had slaves, but that didn’t mean Delphine agreed with it. That didn’t matter, though. She picked up the tray as the cook swatted at her with a spoon and turned, being led upstairs. The guard left her at the door. Suddenly, she felt nervous, her heart pounding in her chest. This was dangerous and she wasn’t sure if she would come out alive, but she couldn’t turn back. Lightly, she knocked on the door and then entered.

Upon entering his room, she immediately slid her body into a bow, on her knees, her back bent. She wouldn’t stand until he gave her permission to do so and she wouldn’t speak unless she was told to. It was difficult for her to do. Delphine had always been rather independent, rather opinionated and rather proud. Subjecting herself to such indignities was very difficult to her. She guessed she should get used to it. Who knows what she would have to do to keep his attention.



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