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Name: Florence Pearl Montgomery
Nicknames: Flo, Florry
Age: 27
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: White
Current Residence: Cambridge, England
Gender: Female
Education: University Educated: Degree in Classical History - Masters in Archeology with specialism in Mayan history.
Job: Research and personal assistant to Senior Professor at Cambridge University
Role: Scholar

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes: Blue/grey
Hair: Brunette, curly, shoulder length
Skin Tone: Porcelain
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Ever a wallflower, Florence always wears her hair in a loose chignon - several curly mousey strands frame her face. Her face is obstructed with horn rimmed glasses and she wears very little makeup. Her clothing style is modest, and she opts for earth-tones and stays away from bright colours in general. She wears looser fitting clothing, past-knee length skirts, and leather boots. She adds a feminine touch in either jeweled brooches or loose pussybow neck ties.

When she is working in the field, she will wear trousers, a shirt, and sleeveless jacket - usually with a cloche, her glasses are kept on a chain as she has a terrible habit of misplacing them - much to the amusement of her fellow colleagues.

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Shy * Clumsy * Bookish * Kind

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Famously single
Personality: Florence is a shy and reserved individual, speaking mainly when spoken too - and very quietly at that. The only time she really seems to exude any confidence is when she is talking about her work, history, and the things that interest her. When discussing any of those things, she tends to ramble and fumble over her words - getting excited and caught up in it all, her co-workers have affectionately dubbed these "Florry's Flurries".

She is fortunate enough that her shyness has never really held her back much, she has a reputation amongst her peers for being kind and loyal, and a great listening ear. She is someone who lets her actions speak louder than her words. She has a solid work-ethic, and has spent her years studying to the point where she is often the smartest person in the room - she just chooses to hover on the sidelines quietly, letting others speak instead.

Her awkwardness manifests heavily in clumsiness - she frequently misplaces her glasses, pens, books, and tea cups. She has on more than one occasion almost dropped an artifact. Both her quiet nature, and her clumsiness have made her a bit of an oddity at the University - where while she has a stellar reputation for her kindness, she is routinely overlooked for many research projects, for opportunities to do field work, and to advance in her career.

Habits:
Bites her lip when deep in concentration
Cleans her glasses
Taps her fingers/foot often
Hobbies:
Reading
Playing Piano
Studying
Arranging flowers

Fears:

• Arachnophobia
• Acrophobia
• A fear of losing her mind/becoming forgetful

Likes:

• Books
• History
• Cats
• The sound of thunder and rain
• Afternoon Tea

Dislikes:

• Being laughed at
• Alcohol
• Any level of severe weather - overly hot or overly cold.
• Arrogance and closed-minded individuals

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History: Born the daughter of a famed Cambridge Professor, Archimedes Montgomery, and Cartographer, Pearl Esther Montgomery. It would seem that Florence's future was already written for her the moment she arrived as the only child of two incredible minds. Academia was the passion and undoubtedly the oxygen of the Montgomery household. From a young age, Florence loved to hear stories from her mother about classical history - about the myths and legends of Greece and Rome, and the Gods and Goddesses of Egypt. With her father being a Professor of Anthropology at Cambridge, it would seem that Florence had a head start in her academic life. She was destined for Cambridge herself and her father looked forward to seeing his daughter take the University by storm when she came of age.

Sadly his hopes for her were slightly dashed, when it seemed to be that Florence wasn't the confident and charismatic individual that he had hoped she would be. Instead of socialising and networking at his popular events, she would confine herself in their library and read. And read and read and read. He would barely hear a word from her. But yet, she was excelling in school, and she was far surpassing her peers and so he let it slide that she was a wallflower. Her mother was less forgiving of Florence's shortcomings. Often finding it difficult to display her disappointment at Florence, and regularly letting her daughter know she was embarrassed of her clumsiness.

By 15, Florence was helping her father do paperwork and inventory of books and artifacts at the University in the evenings. She found her home at the university indeed, and her father would use his influence to allow her access to the vast library to read on weekends. There was little else she could learn at school now, so eventually her father caved and by 17 she was enrolling in the university - again, her father used his influence to let it happen. She began her degree early in Classical History. As expected, she excelled in her studies, locked herself in the library, and was always seen carrying a book or two (or five) around the campus. Her father would watch her crossing the Cambridge greens with a satchel and arms full of texts, her glasses slipping down her nose, alone. The rest of the students seemed to pair up together and in groups - but Florence was rarely seen with others.

Upon completion of her degree at 20, things seemed to be looking up. Florence had made several friends, and secured work in the University library, she was starting to think about what she might like to take on for her Masters degree when it seemed out of nowhere that her father began to have trouble with his mind. It started with forgetting the odd lecture here and there, and developed into him having erratic mood swings and getting confused over simple procedures. Florence started spending less time at the University and more time at home with her mother, caring for her father after he was asked to step down from his position.

Overnight, his personality changed, and his entire demeanor altered before her eyes. Where once stood a man with an incredible ability to rattle off facts, there was now a frail and weak man unable to tell you the day. The final straw came when one morning, her father asked "who are you?" to his only beloved daughter. It shattered her. She and her mother had to relent, and send their father to a place where he could be cared for full time. 'Losing' her husband in this way took a toll on Florence's mother, and she was never the same after that.

Without the burden of taking care of her father, at 22, Florence went back to Cambridge - this time as a research assistant in the Archeology department. She thrived in this environment - she got to travel to dig sites with the seniors in the field. And boy did she love being in the field. Finally, people looked past the fact that she was quiet and just let her work without judgement. She began to write papers of her own, and publish her own work. She was taking Cambridge by storm at last, in her own unique way. She spent a year in Chiapas, Mexico when she was 25 exploring ruins of the Mayans. She got a taste for adventure here. She did well with translations and collecting artifacts for the University's private collection.

Now at 27, she has been unable to secure a promotion into Senior Professor - despite on paper being one of the best candidates. The people who hold a seat at the table have told her she isn't 'ready' for such a position just yet - in some cases choosing younger and more charismatic candidates, and so she has remained as a research assistant to the Senior Professor of Archeology, Theodore O'Connell, - who has been very unwilling to let her through the gates and into a promotion.

Growing tired and frustrated with the unchanging and overly traditional walls of the University of Cambridge, Florence now daydreams and pours over the pages of adventure novels - wishing for something to change in her life, for a new door to open. She grows restless of knocking at the door of Academia when it seems to never want to unlock for her....

Present
Florence was given a letter, intended to be answered by Theodore O'Connell, sent by the mysterious Baron Thomas Cornack. Professor O'Connell presumed that the Baron simply had another artifact to be collected from his estate to bring back to the University. He gave the letter to his assistant and sent her out to him in his stead.