Become the Beast {Key-Tokki&EvenEcho}

[EvenEcho]

 

Basic Information

Name: Quincy Payne

Age: 34

Race: Human

Occupation: Forensic Pathologist

Birth date: March 19th

Physical Description

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 147 lbs

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Olive Green

Appearance: With his brilliant olive green eyes that are hidden behind dull glasses and obscured by messy brown hair, Quincy often wears a flannel shirt and something over it whether it be a sweater or a coat, jacket or a vest, he doesn’t like going anywhere without layers. His knuckles are exaggerated by their sharp and protruding bones that pop out as if he’s repeatedly broken his knuckles when in reality his hands have always looked broken but they are quite precise in their movements despite it.

Background

Family: Sharon Payne nee Adams (mother); James Payne (father)

History: Quincy started out as a young boy, who like most young children, wanted to be something like an astronaut or a firefighter. It came quickly however that he didn’t want to be something like that, no, upon getting ahold of his mother’s nursing books, he decided he wanted to be a pathologist, a forensic pathologist so he could help fight crime and save the world. Of course his views have changed from his early teen years but he believes that what he does is still fighting the good fight no matter how the cases actually go. He thinks of it as recognizing and giving an identity to these victims who were, usually, dehumanized to fill in the sick fantasies of others.

Personality: There is a lot that Quincy would like to do, that he is too anxious to commit and follow through with. He is an atheist but studied religion and the philosophy of religion in college, so he knows and understands a few of the more prominent religions that are practiced. He sometimes thinks things like how he would have killed the bodies he examines in order to get away, he thinks this when he sits in court ready to testify. How stupid, he will think regarding the offender, I could have gotten away with that. With the knowledge he has, he likely could get away with murder. He has macabre thoughts and sometimes he can’t shake them away which only leaves him unrested (when his thoughts come to him in the form of nightmares) or nervous (when they flash like a movie before his eyes almost as if he were there, doing the crimes himself.

Likes: his job, animals, philosophy, science (especially biology and biochemistry), learning new things

Dislikes: sudden loud noises, uncouth guffawing of his co workers, people who have the potential to be educated but waste their free education and are stupid because of it

Quirks: There isn’t a single pen on his desk that hasn’t been chewed to high heaven

Flaws: Probably his anxiety disorder, which is near crippling at times, he is also addicted to benzos because of it

 

 

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Quincy had a difficult time putting the pieces of the latest victim back together again. He had helped comb through the crime scene for particles and little pieces of the latest person but he still didn't understand. The evidence pointed to her missing organs, but he had no idea what the psychological perspective was. Quincy rarely doubted their team's profiler, but at times like this, he was curious if the man's predictions were based on fact of just pulled from thin air because most of the time, nothing seemed to match up. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before his hands slid through his hair. He was so confused. He replaced his glasses and stared at the body on the metal table. Who are you? What did you do that made someone want to eviscerate you? He thought wryly, as if the body could respond. He chuckled to himself without realizing anyone else was in the room. His assistant made himself known with a quick quip about how creepy it was that the coroner was laughing over a corpse.

 

"I'm not a coroner, I'm a forensic pathologist or a medical examiner. Coroner's are police with an egregious duty," Quincy corrected him with a dainty smile and an outstretched hand waiting for the reports on the last bodies that came in all with missing organs and/or body parts. Quincy looked over the last few reports and quickly started to outline and draw on the diagram on his computer. He lit the more important information with a yellow and pink highlighter but in the end he was still drawing a blank. His assistant made a joke, "What if he was eating them," he laughed, his whole body shaking with the force of his cachinnating until it clicked in Quincy's mind. He snapped. "Wait!" He said, causing the assistant to freeze. "What if he was eating them? Like the whole Lecter deal? I mean, all the organs he took were technically edible, I mean, he even left the liver alone like a smart cannibal!" He paused, thinking over the term 'smart cannibal' and frowning at himself. He looked at his phone while his assistant ran outside to puke up his carne asada big burrito he had just eaten, and he dialed up the number of the head of their team and the other investigators and forensics.