Character: Missy Kinsel Species: Human Age: 27 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Occupation: Sheriff By: Open
Biography
People say that Southern California is filled with a majority of liberals; they forget that it has some of the most conservative counties in the US. Missy grew up in one of said counties, spoon fed traditional values that had grown stale with time, never realizing that the world had moved past them. She knew, from a child, that she wanted to be police. The idea of keeping order, keeping people safe, it always appealed to her. Her family didn’t entirely approve of her taking such an active job as woman, constant questions about what about a family, what about a husband, things Missy always thought she would figure out later in life. To say she was nice about it would be a vast understatement. In her mind, she had to be faster, stronger than everyone else. She had to prove herself at every opportunity, no matter who she kicked down to get ahead of them. She was a shark in the police academy, and didn’t get any better once she got her badge. Years turned her hard, and keeping the peace became a little more about keeping people in their place. It was a slow fade, a change in thought process that came on so gradually she hardly realized it had happened. Only in the recent climate of the world has she started to shift her thinking. In the vast divides of opinions and politics, the familiar ‘us against them’ line began to blur. Like waking up, Missy began to see just what kind of damage was being inflicted through people like her. It all came to head when she was called out to a protest. The protest was peaceful, the cops she was with were not. Things didn’t take long to turn violent and Missy was caught up in the middle of it. The protest became its own little pocket of violence, the red haze of it seeming to trap them all in. Her actions that day were nothing she was proud of for the most part, until she found her partner cornering a protestor. Details too difficult to describe, the encounter ended with her shooting her partner with a rubber bullet. Not enough to kill him, but enough to get herself dismissed. Kicked from the system she had spent practically her entire life in, Missy was forced to take a step back and re-evaluate. Everything she knew had to be reconsidered, broken down and rebuilt in the new light of civilian life. She didn’t want to go back to being a cop, but it was all she knew. When she got an offer from a tiny town in Texas, she thought it might be a good place to rebuild. A small town had to be different from a city.














