A tall woman, coming in at just shy of 6 feet, straight blonde hair that swings past her shoulders, she's a solid built woman, muscles more than anything. Usually wearing jeans and a cotton shirt of some sort as well as a leather jacket despite most weather conditions, and sunglasses to hide hazel eyes. She's borderline offensive at times, and off putting with a gun for a tongue, as the saying goes. If your not a close friend.
Change.
It's a horrible thing.
There are some people, to which change is a four letter word.
Tilly is one of them.
From the early years when her father was a deadbeat dad, leaving her family and making off with some blonde bitch that he knocked up and leaving her with her mother and two brothers in LA, subsequent rebellion in her high school years that got her dragged home at all hours of the night by cops who busted up late night loud parties, she's never liked nor adapted well to change. She did however, get to know the cops pretty well, most on a first name basis. %R%RWhich might be surprising to some that over the years, graduating from highschool, she pursued law enforcement. From a degree in criminal justice, sucked into a low level job with the US Marshal service.
Wasn't long in years before she went from desk jobs to actual training in the field and eventually becoming a full fledged Marshal.
Which brought about the jokes, endless jokes, about US Marshal Marshall. Yes. She loved that. She was bumped to Texas for a bit, tracking down fugitives, escorting prisoners, doing that which Federal Marshals are wont to do when she came across company agents. Call it a sixth sense, she knew something wasn't quite right. Cause that happens, you know, when your fugitive is holding a gun to someone's head without even touching it.
Especially when they whisked away a fugitive right under her nose, flashing paperwork about some other divisions purview. Didn't like it that when she went looking up those names, she came up with bupkiss. Yes, Tilly was an unhappy US Marshal.
She was even more unhappy when much to her surprise they showed up at her front door a few days later, politely informing her that she was special, and they were wondering, if she'd like to take on a different job. Not that she'd have to leave her actual job. In fact, remaining a US Marshal would be to their benefit.
She hated change. But sometimes, change is a necessity. So she transferred, out of Texas and off to Vegas. US Marshal, tracking down fugitives, bumping heads and elbows with locals, bagging and tagging for the company.
Oh, the special part you say? Turns out, they also got a sixth sense for these things. That and when they took an interest in her, it had been years back. Records of when she was injured on the job and the speed with which she recovered, the relative good health she remained in and her propensity for packing away significant amount of calories and not gain a god damned pound. At first they thought that she might just possesses cellular regeneration on a more advanced level.
But some searching, researching, practice, it turned out it was healing. Which was more than a delightful boon to the company, but made her more than a little cranky when it was called upon. The company does like to ensure that their agents are well rounded. So she's been in vegas for nearly 8 years, and hopefully many more.
Restless natives willing.
