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Name: Georgiana “George” Rockwell

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Height: 5′ 6″

Hair: Honey blonde, up in a high ponytail. Side bangs cover a scar on the left side of her forehead.

Eyes: Blue/green/grey depending on her mood

Clothing: Earthy colours. Brown shirt, dark jeans, and a reddish brown leather jacket.

About: George is a homicide detective. She loves her job because then she gets to put the bad guy in jail. She loves puzzles, movies/tv shows, and helping out the troubled youth in her city. She lives in a small flat with her Rottweiler Arthur (a former police dog). Her voice has a slight British accent from all the British movies and TV shows she has watched. The other detectives love her because she always has a fresh batch of cookies to give to someone when they had a bad day at work. She mothers them even though she is the rookie. Her fiancé (a K-9 officer) was killed 2 years ago while on duty. The perfect day for her is a run in the morning with Arthur, then a case solved in the afternoon, giving her enough time to go uptown and buy herself a coffee, maybe buying a meal for someone she meets on the street, then curling up at home with Arthur watching Sherlock.
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George walked up the street and stopped short as she saw the mess the coffee shop was in. A horse was tied up to a lamp post, the door was wide open, letting out the smell of coffee as well as the chaotic noise from within. What is happening here? Her hand went down towards the gun she always carried on her. I just wanted a cup of coffee. 

She slowly made her way into the shop. It was a chaotic as she thought. Someone had spilt coffee all over the place, people were laughing, and there were 3 people on the floor. George sighed inwardly. This is going to be one hell of a day.  She walked over to man behind the counter and showed him her license. “Detective Georgiana Rockwell, PD. What happened here?”