Oh, boy! It's another character, and she's a lady!
Nurse Leslie "Hot Lips" Hatchet
Age: 32
Plucked from: Melbourne, Australia, 1932 AD
First thing's first: Leslie is borderline psychotic. After growing up on her family's koala farm and spending much of her childhood as a medic for the fuzzy little guys, she decided to leave home for Melbourne and become a fighter in the city's underground women's boxing league. For years, Leslie thrived in the ring, but after some dude at a costume party told her how hot she looked in her nurse outfit, she realized her fate was sealed within the world of medicine.
Then came World War I, and Leslie proved herself an outstanding nurse. She didn't lose a single patient, including a handful that had been declared legally dead by the time they made it to her tent. Following a particularly brutal battle, Leslie found that all of her scalpels were in use, and successfully operated on a soldier using a fire axe. (To be clear, this was not an amputation, but a stress-fueled bout of appendicitis.)
After the war, she was easily able to find a job at a hospital, but she soon grew dissatisfied with effortlessly saving people's lives. In order to satisfy her blood lust, she started to let a few of the most despicable of her patients die. Essentially, she got her kicks from playing God. Enter Solomon.
Among the team, she probably has the most outgoing personality. In other words, she scares the shit out of everyone. After all, she's been exposed to violence and injury all her life, and has been completely hardened to it. Actually, she kind of likes it. A lot. Almost as much as we like her!
Up next: I haven't planned that far ahead. Enjoy your barbecues and fireworks tomorrow, fellow Americans. Non-fellow Americans, enjoy your regular, unworthy-of-celebration Monday.
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