Genevieve Watson
She/Her
39 years old
Typical
50 kg
Personality
Genevieve is an approachable woman - given she was on the front lines of day-to-day healthcare, she is personable and friendly to strangers, without giving away too much about herself. When it comes to subjects she cares about she is vocal and passionate, tending toward obnoxious if she's talking over others. She has confidence in her skills and education, and doesn't brook foolishness where it might endanger life; she is perhaps more critical of medical colleagues than she should be, which can get her into social hot-water. Having little time for social activities until recently, Gene could be construed as somewhat uptight. Being English, she's not prone to resorting to gunfire, but she'll swing an array of sharp nails across the face if she has to - she spent years in London, afterall.
Appearance
At 5'10" with green eyes and long, luscious black hair that was often unruly, Genevieve was a gothic dream-girl; her skin stayed pale from countless hours sequestered in the hospital, hard at work. She seems to prefer practicality over fashion, not bothering with makeup or ostentatious clothing; the only thing she cared for was maintaining her nails, sleek and sharp when not on duty.
Background
Genevieve was born and raised in Cambridge, England. Born to an upper-class family, she was given plenty of opportunities to follow her dreams, whatever those dreams might consist of; spoiled as an only child, given a blank cheque. Summers of random hobbies spanned from painting, car-washing, learning music, LARPing, all the way round to volunteering at a variety of charities, working allotments, or the passions that finally stuck; medicine and science.
South England was a good spot for a woman studying these fields, and she became a doctor in a busy London hospital in good time. Working there gave her access to her other curiosity; assisting in medical research, which was burgeoning in the 80's and early 90's. Working in a hospital brought her down to earth, too; thrown in the deep end, Daddy's money was no shield from the reality of life.
She took an offered opportunity to go to America and assist in the work on anti-retroviral medicines, which resulted in her travelling through a few states and ending up in Louisville, Kentucky. Primarily working in Louisville, she would moonlight in the ER when she was not required elsewhere. Doctor Watson was comfortable on her own salary by this point, which was fortunate - her father's wealth was recouped by the government as proceeds of crime (away from home, Gene was kept in the dark by her parents). Now and then she'd be happy to slip a prescription for medicine someone didn't *necessarily* need... for the right price. She was flexible. It ran in the family.
When shit hit the fan, she was hard at work on the tail end of an eighteen-hour shift, and believed the stories as much as she believed any rambled babble from a patient coming in for a psych hold. Sleeping on staff room couches, she barely had any time to doze, let alone go home. She was shepherded with the others into the underground emergency shelters, and in her sleepy haze began to understand that something more real, and more dangerous, was going on.
She tried to go back to her rented apartment; she was forbidden from leaving, especially as (thus far) an unharmed medical professional. Her patients remained the living, and her skepticism remained steady, for now. She hadn't seen any of this shit herself yet, afterall - and she didn't tend to believe in things she couldn't see with her own eyes.
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