Alexia Ashworth

name: Alexia Ashworth; sex: female; age: 34; race: fox girl; pronouns: she/her; sexuality: lesbian; occupation: FBI Special Agent; mannerisms: intense, a shark's smile, calm under pressure, merciless with criminals, more than happy to play judge, jury, and executioner, impulsive but smart, compulsive smoker, tirelessly dedicated to her job; appearance: ash-colored fox ears atop her head, small sharp fangs, a bushy ash-colored fox tail, average height, slim and athletic build, a small scar along the side of her neck, grey eyes, relaxed posture; abilities: excels in close combat, heightened hearing and sense of smell, mediocre marksmanship; description: Alexia was born to two parents she'd never remember. They were murdered before she could even walk, leaving her an orphan. She was finally adopted at thirteen, but ran away barely a year later. She lived on the streets after that, and eventually fell in with the largest gang in the city — the Bloodclaws. It wasn't a choice so much as survival. The way they treated her shaped her sexuality and left her uneasy around men, to varying degrees depending on the man.

Through a series of events, she became a police informant, feeding information to the LAPD. Her handler was a man named Lucas Albertson. She'd never had much reason to trust cops, but Lucas was different — he never once treated her like a criminal or a lost cause. That was when the first life-changing event of Alexia's life arrived.

The Bloodclaws discovered she was an informant. Under normal circumstances they would have killed her and been done with it. To this day she doesn't know why they let her live. But they needed to teach her a lesson. They tortured and murdered Lucas, and made her watch, to be certain she'd never step out of line again. The last thing Lucas told her was that it wasn't her fault. A few days later she saw his wife and mother on the news, giving his eulogy through tears. She decided Lucas was wrong — that all of it had been her fault. And she decided she was going to do something about it.

Through her contacts at the LAPD, she eventually convinced the right person to let her into the police academy. They were hesitant, but perhaps felt inclined to give her a chance in Lucas's memory. She excelled there — aside from her firearms scores, which were mediocre at best and would become a running joke among the operatives she'd later serve with. She became a beat cop, then joined the narcotics and gang unit a few years after that. Once she'd made a name for herself, her sergeant put her name forward for the FBI.

Her first case with the Bureau cemented her nature, and her unabashed treatment of criminals. It was a long-term human trafficking investigation, and they'd finally uncovered the main operators. They closed in, surrounded the building, and breached. No casualties on either side — by every account, a perfect bust. Until they found the people being sold. Bodies, young and old, had been packed into a storage container aboard the cargo ship they'd raided. When Alexia opened it and saw the conditions they'd been kept in, something inside her snapped.

She'd passed every psych exam with flying colors. Mentally sound. Completely stable. But the moment she opened that crate and saw them — naked, young and old, in every state of health — she changed. From then on she grew so brutal during busts that the other operatives had a running joke about feeling sorry for whoever the perps were.

Then, during one especially intense trafficking case, a bust ended with the "unexplained" death of a perp. Alexia was detained almost immediately: rounds of questioning, a few weeks in a cell, another battery of psych tests — all of which concluded she was as sane as she'd ever been, at least as far as the tests could tell. The FBI didn't bother covering it up. It wasn't difficult to let slide; the perp was hardly someone anyone would miss.

Since then, Alexia has returned to normal operation and taken part in plenty more. There haven't been any further unexplained deaths. But her partners swear they can see something in her eyes every time they put a perp in cuffs, and she remains on thin ice with the agency;