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Name: [i]Analise Lombardi[/i]

Age: [i]35[/i]

Gender: [i]Female[/i]

Role: [i]The Spiritual Medium[/i]

Personality: [i]Patient. Selfless. Independent. Loyal to her co-workers, family, and friends (living and deceased).[/i]

Description: [i]Growing up in the coastal city of Pozzuoli, Italy, Ana never once had dreams outside her quiet life. Her father humbly made a living as a fisherman, and her mother spent her time raising Analise and her several siblings. It wasn't until Analise was sixteen years old that she met the man she would now call her husband, her one love. He was different than most boys, he had goals, ambitions, and plans. Despite her mother's warnings, the two would sneak away to their own hiding place and talk to one another until the sun went down and rose the next day. When he smiled, it gave her heart a reason to beat. When he spoke, her ears only had reason to listen to his voice. When he held her, she knew not what a life without him was.

If you couldn't guess, it wasn't long before the two were wed. Alas Ana's husband did not see how life in their small coastal town could give them a better chance. Sure, he was happy here with his bride, but he wanted more for them. He wanted more. Within months, the two were packed up and on a boat to London. Dreams supposedly came true here, their life together started here. 

Voices had always haunted Analise's thoughts and dreams. She figured it was just a 'quirk' of being a young woman with a lot to say. She dared not speak about it to her husband nor anyone else for that matter though. They would think she was insane. They would think she would need to be locked up and the key thrown into the ocean. Life was hard enough as it was, being encased within a cell would not help anything.

It wasn't until 18 years later at the grisly murder of her husband that everything from the voices in her head to the chaos that followed it came into full swing. It was from then on Analise knew her duty. 

Knocking on George Lakeview's home in the middle of the night, she broke down in tears. "I have something I must share with you detective, but I beg of you to not be alarmed." she sobbed, taking the man's free hand gently, her eyes rolled back into her head. She spoke of what her deceased husband told her, details of what happened that faithful night. The detective was shocked, and his faith a bit shaken. Analise as she came to- assured him, that she meant no harm by this act, and pleaded for him to let her help the team and put a stop to this barrage of deaths. She knew it all seemed ridiculous, but all the answers she had given were correct, how could it be a charade?

He agreed, and Analise has been a part of the team ever since.[/i]

Alignment: [i]Chaotic Good.[/i] 
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