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The Hunter
Name: Paige Lee Emerson
Nicknames: -
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Category: Mist

Personality:
Paige is a pretty normal young woman. She doesn't have a lot of hang-ups. Paige has very little shame and doesn't embarrass easily. She can be a little loud and a little obnoxious at times, but she generally means pretty well. You only live once, and Paige intends to live her life without a single regret. She doesn't mind people being in her space - what's Paige's is everyone's, and on the other side of the coin, what belongs to someone else also belongs to Paige. She kind of gets off on the rush of adrenaline and never really feels the need to explain to anyone why she likes any particular thing - and if she's put in a situation where she's forced to really explain herself, Paige doesn't react well. Paige can also come off as being more than a little lazy which might be funny considering the do-all division she's a part of. Paige is, overall, incredibly friendly to everyone she meets, and she likes to make decisions regarding different people on her own time.

Paige can be something of a pacifist in her own right, but if someone or something she cares about is challenged or bullied, she will stick to her ******** guns until the cows come home.

Hometown: Chicago, IL
Profession: Cashier at a Convenience Store

Paige's dad died when she was little, and her mother had a constant chain of boyfriends after he was gone. It didn't bother Paige that much, they always left her alone, but Paige was left to her own devices more often than not. As a kid, she lived on s**t food, s**t tv, and s**t company. She understood what sex was when she was real young, and she found herself pregnant real young, too. The baby (a boy, they told her) was taken away (a choice she'd made, by herself, on her own), and they promised her they'd give him a real good home. Paige had little interest in what happened to the baby - she was only fifteen, after all.

It wasn't until a few years later that she started seeing s**t.

s**t that wasn't really scary, but s**t that was off. s**t that guilted her real, real bad. She couldn't sleep, and when she went to the doctor, nothing they gave her helped. She was still seeing things, but s**t was getting scarier and scarier, and more and more violent as the weeks passed.

You gave him away they'd whisper, you gave him away and now look what's happened.

She'd try and tell herself that it was guilt, and that guilt was natural, even after five years. The more time went on, the more she'd start thinking about her son - where was he, how was he doing, what did he look like, what was his favorite food, did he smile when he woke up, could he read yet, what did his hair smell like.

She got a visit one night from the police. They served her with a restraining order. The adopted parents of her son were accusing her of harassing them. She didn't know where they lived, had never even sought them out. They'd caught her on tape - and when she heard that, Paige demanded to see the tapes they'd claimed to have.

She was on tape - but it wasn't her. The face, that ******** face was hers, but it wasn't.

Two weeks later, Paige was arrested for breaking the restraining order. Nobody believed her when she told them that it wasn't her. They slapped her with thirty days of jail time and a fine, and told her that it would be longer if it happened again.

When she returned home, there were people in white coats waiting for her. The problem had been 'eradicated' they'd told her, and she joined up with Deus Ex Machina so that she could make a better world for her son - and all the other kids living ******** up lives like she had.