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[color=blue][b][big]Madison Thomas[/big][/b][/color] - [color=white][b]Pocket sized detective.[/b][/color]
[indent][i][color=white][b]Original character| Detective.[/b][/color][/i][/indent]


[indent][i][color=white]"Elementary!"[/color][/i][/indent]
[indent][i][color=white]" Occam's razor is infal.. infalli...It's hard to disprove!"[/color][/i][/indent]
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[big]M[/big] adison had an average childhood, no different from most. She grew up in a common middle class setting, her father a busy and hard worker as a machinist, and her mother as a simple home maker. When she was little she often played with the boys who lived near her, to find any adventure and trouble that could be found. Their day and time together always ended when the street lamps came on and it was time for dinner.

Those long hours of play and pretend helped shape Madison's interests and form her vivid imagination too. One particular game of pretend quickly became her favourite over all others, that being detectives. Typically they knocked on neighbours doors, and asked if they had anything that needed to be solved. Most adults asked them to do menial things such as helping them find their cat that was set out for the night, help them find an object they misplaced, or even deliver important "evidence" (which turned out to actually just be their mail). It became a small obsession of hers, she was absolutely enamoured over the idea of detectives. A hero of logic, and a person who always solved the issues of others and always caught the culprit. At one point she even forced her father to read her bed time stories about Sherlock Holmes, who later became a large inspiration to her

One day, her days of pretend detective brushed close with reality. A neighbour was recently robbed in the dead of night, the victim of petty theft at best. When the children came upon the crime scene, they nearly harassed the detectives and officers until they shared what they knew. It seemed they had most of the pieces placed together, but they were stumped over one aspect. A window had broken at the side of the house, and there was a large puddle under it from the recent rain. Obviously this had to be the entry point for the thief, except there wasn't a trace of muddy prints in the house. It was then that Madison spoke up, perhaps all those hours of reading and pretending to be a detective making her quite astute. "That can't be right mister!" she exclaimed while pointing to the puddle in front of the broken window, a shimmer of reflected light hinting her to the glass in laid in the mud. "If the bad guy broke in, then the glass would be inside and not outside! There's paving stones at the back too, he could have hopped along them and tried not to touch the ground. it's like a fun game I play all the time!" she said to them. Much to their surprise, her logic made sense and gave them a new light to look at things in. After another inspection, what seemed bizarre became all too clear after another piece of evidence came to light; a reversed lock. The logical conclusion was that in the dead of night, the thief entered through the back door by hopping along the stones in the back to avoid any mud getting on their shoes. The reversed lock made it easy to enter for any prospective robber, but hard to get out. After they took their stolen goods and tried to exit, they became stuck in the very house they robbed, their only exit a window that they took out in their haste. A few days after the case was solved, she received an honorary private eye badge as thanks for her assistance, making her the envy of every boy she knew for sometime.

It was that very inciting moment that she knew what she wanted to be, she had her first taste of real detective work. The thrill and pride after solving a mystery was exhilarating to her, and something she wanted to feel again. Yet it was here that Madison encountered her first hurdle, growing up her grades were never great. In police academy, this trend seemed to follow her, she did not particularly excel; yet she didn't do horribly either. As her instructor said about her once to another "She doesn't inspire much confidence at times, but, there are strikes of lightning with her. That girl has an astute eye". Though determination and hard work she was able to hone that astute eye and fine tune her logical deductions; All these skills needed for her to become a detective. It took years of hard work, but at graduation, she was able to proudly call herself a detective.

Being a beginner detective is hard, even if she hasn't lost that youthful determination she can still be deterred. Harder yet, she decided to open a private detective office by renting an office with the little money she saved over time. Its seldom that any very big cases come to her private firm. For this beginner detective, its mostly collecting evidence or even a thorough print dusting. Seeing as these kinds of jobs are rather menial, they hardly pay much and leave her slightly impoverished. Though, who knows, perhaps one day that seemingly menial job that she was brought in for will turn in to a case where she was once more called the hero like in her youth.

[color=blue][b][big]Personality[/big][/b][/color]

As her instructor once said about her, Madison isn't one that inspires confidence in her field. She can do the tasks that her work requires, such as dusting for fingerprints, or combing a scene for evidence well. Rather, it is her personalty that makes others doubt her. That youthful belief of "anything is possible" still very much alive with in her and making her rather naive at times even for her own age. She's bubbly and hyperactive, many say it seems like her mind is moving too fast for her mouth to ever keep up. Often speaking in fragments, her sentences have strange links that connect them together. Truthfully, it makes her look rather foolish at times, her saving grace that astute eye she has. Yet that hasn't always been very consistent. Socially, she can be rather friendly and has been known to approach strangers to herself to talk to. The hours of talking to witnesses making her very comfortable doing so. It's known she can be impulsive as well, often doing things on a whim or merely because they seemed interesting at the time. In the end, she seems like a woman who's childhood never really left her.


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[collapse=Abilities]Madison is far from perfect, and nor should she be perfect. She can not guess the culprit at first based on evidence she'd just gathered. Often she'll also need eye witness accounts to help her piece an idea in her mind and link all the seemingly random evidence together. After she has that idea, she slowly works it in her head. Using the process of elimination and her rapid fire thinking brain to narrow possibilities based on what she knows, until she has the most reasonable solution she can think of. At times it's correct, other times it's incorrect and she needs to go back over her notes and ideas. There is one edge she has, honed just like a blade with years of practice. Madison is rather astute, and can pick up small changes. Whether it be a person's behavior or something that deviates from the norm[/collapse]
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[b]Steamer trunk:[/b] A large trunk on wheels, with brass corners and decorative slats of wood adoring the flat top and sides. Its perhaps Madison's most iconic item, she's seldom seen with out it in her investigations and travels. There's a good reason for this, as the idiom goes you "live out of a suitcase" when you travel; her career often requiring her to do so. The phrase is something she takes rather literally. Seeing as work is seldom for her, she does not have the money to take such luxuries like a plane, or even the lower classes of locomotive travel. A work around to this was a rather simple solution as she noticed, it's much cheaper to send a piece of luggage than it is to send a person to a location. Thus Madison will often pack herself in to her trunk to travel

[b]Notepad and pen:[/b] Her livelihood. Every thought, idea, and evidence is recorded in this small little notepad. For good measure too, with her rapid fire thinking, its best if she didn't leave everything to her memory. She'll even write down conversations held with witness or suspects. This little pad of paper has helped her solve many cases before

[b]Fingerprint dusting kit:[/b] A culprit always leaves behind something, and nothing can be more incriminating than fingerprints. After all, no two people share the same set of fingerprints. Her kit consists of lycopodium power which adheres to the oils commonly left by a fingerprint, and a small fine brush to apply it.

[b]Magnifying glass:[/b] "never overlook the smallest piece. Everything in a crime scene is one elaborate set you must deconstruct" - wise words she once read from another detective. Using this, she can often see things in finer detail and astutely inspect most objects.
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