Name: Deborah Judith Babineaux
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Place of Birth: Demaitre
Species: Mortal
Appearance: An attractive young black woman of around one hundred thirty pounds and a dark chocolate tone, Deborah's athletically slender body stands five feet, six inches tall and is built for distance running; she could move at a fast pace for a couple of hours without stopping or outrun most people in a fast sprint. She probably wouldn’t catch a second look from another female, though men certainly tend to notice her 42Ds. She’s got the curves to go with them, too. Her frizzy black hair reaches to the middle of her back and is almost always tightly braided. Her brown eyes do not stand out from the rest of her face, but they are attractive enough to hold a man’s attention should he get close enough to look beyond Deborah's cleavage.
Deborah, when not in uniform, is often seen wearing form-fitting jeans; bikini tops, oversized t-shirts with the sleeves cut off, or strapless corsets; and gold gladiator-style sandals (
Image). Her wardrobe isn't exactly normal, but she does dress up when she thinks the situation calls for it. She doesn't have many dresses and she has no special outfits, however; she hasn't dated much since high school and doesn't really have a 'social life' per se. Rather, her so-called 'social life' keeps her alone at night. She rarely wears jewelry other than her late grandmother’s favorite necklace (see
History).
History: Growing up in Demaitre has been anything but easy for Deborah, whose father was around about three times a year (at best) during her childhood. Her mother became a cokehead when Deborah was twelve, supposedly to deal with the pain of being alone; this in turn led to a career in stripping and hooking. Deborah was ‘saved’ by a young cop who taught her that she wouldn’t have to end up like her mother; she used her no-nonsense, chip-on-the-shoulder attitude to teach Deborah that she had to take care of herself because no one else would. Perhaps that was why she only had one boyfriend during school and one after. Officer Reggie (the cop’s name had been Regina, but everyone called her Reggie) died four nights before Deborah’s high school graduation in a drug bust somewhere near the docks; her partner had been in on it, but his trial yielded only an exoneration that double jeopardy would not let be contested. The biggest (and possibly only) positive influence in Deborah’s life, Reggie was a difficult friend to get over.
Through a dual Bachelor’s in criminal justice and civil law, Deborah went on to write a book (called
Canadian Chocolate) about her life growing up as the daughter of a black couple in a predominantly white neighborhood. It got a lot of attention for a while, but that eventually died down until the publishing of her second book (called
Another Pretty Face, a clearly sarcastic title); this one was about her experiences as a beat cop working the docks and suburban districts of Demaitre. She’s still a beat cop, but she tends to prefer it to the office and paperwork that detectives have to worry about; in short, she’d rather be working the street than kissing politicians’ aged arses.
Mentioned several times in Deb’s first book is the 1954 Irish shilling worn as a choker piece on a leather cord around her neck. The pendant was a gift to her grandmother, Elise Delilah Jericho (maiden name of Williamson), on her thirtieth birthday by an Irish friend of hers; that friend, Michael (“Mike”) O’Connell, later died in service to the I. R. A. (Irish Republican Army). Elise in turn gave the item to her grand-daughter for her fourth birthday. Deb’s grandmother died just ten short months ago, making the choker even more special by far than it already had been. The book also details the very close, personal friendship she had with Reggie (the cop that had been her life-long mentor) and the injustice of the manner in which she’d died.
One of the key points in Deb’s second book was an investigation into a domestic incident when she was twenty-four. Her partner was the first one to notice the hostilities of people coming from the back yard of the house where the domestic incident was taking place; from there, it turned into a shooting match in which her partner was badly wounded. During the incident, another unit showed up and helped to resolve the situation; a third unit was called in to help with the clean-up and to deal with the original reason for Deb’s presence at the house. Despite his injuries, however, James (“Jimmy”) Dent saved Deb’s life that afternoon; his injuries forced him to a desk job for the next couple of years, after which he was promoted to detective, but he remained friends with Deb even in the face of her new partner (William, or “Will”, Georges). Overall, her second book was essentially written to prove that she isn’t “just” a girl with a badge; however, she’ll never admit that publicly.
To this day, Deb’s still fluent in French and German due to her studies throughout school. She’s also quite talented with the flute, which she took up in high school and still practices on occasion (usually when she’s alone and bored). She typically carries a stiletto switch-blade knife and a can of pepper spray with her at all times, whether in uniform or out.
In addition to the above talents, Deborah has read up over the years on classic cars and various hobbies associated with them. She knows enough to fix them up and she’s gotten quite good with detailing, though she’s no expert either as a detailer or as a mechanic. The last two years have seen her fixing up three different cars. Her list of ‘pet’ cars includes a custom-painted 1959 Chevy El Camino; a white 1965 Ford Mustang; a red 1964 Plymouth Barracuda; and a green 1970 Dodge Challenger (see images below). All of her projects were originally funded by her college money (since she was living with her second boyfriend at the time and didn’t go through the entirety of her loan checks for school like some students did, but it was her savings that later enabled her to pick things up where she’d left off (aside from the occasional low-cost part that she could afford on a beat cop’s salary). She does tend to use her El Camino more than any of the other cars if she’s hauling car parts, though she typically throws a tarp down to prevent the vehicle from getting too dirty; smaller car parts (i.e. oil filters) she carts around in one of her other cars unless she’s in the mood to drive the El Camino. Her pride and joy among her cars is the Challenger, but it’s the Barracuda that usually drives when off-duty.
The Garage
1959 Chevrolet El Camino
1965 Ford Mustang
1964 Plymouth Barracuda
1970 Dodge Challenger
