Erica Simonson grew up in New Orleans. Her dad had been a cop on the force here and her mother had worked as a clerk here when they met.

At first he hadn't wanted her to join up, but in her usual stubborn way, she made it clear to him that he didn't have much choice. He could help or hurt.  She conceded enough to go to college first and then armed with a criminology degree she joined up.  Having good connections, brains and yes looks didn't hurt her any and she moved up pretty quickly in the ranks now serving as Lieutenant for a special division.


Her hair was the colour of cardinal's wings and cascaded like a waterfall down her back, reaching almost to her waist, but inevitably she wore it a french braid.  The color though was no more striking than her eyes which were like sapphires set symmetrically into her almost pale face.  Her eyes held an intent, always watchful look within them, yet seemed to scan her surroundings with purpose.  Her complexion held a golden blush from her time outside and the dotting of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her figure was like a slender hourglass, time in the gym lending her a sturdy but elegant quality. With every step, there was an awareness, her steps light like a tigress ready to strike her prey.