Temperance Brennan, Ph.D.
Forensic Anthropologist
Forensic Anthropologist
Twisted Rogues member since 1/10/13
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I was born on June 3rd, 1979 to the Mario and Angelica Brennan of Lynchburg, Virginia. I grew up in a modest home with two older brothers, Scott and Matthew. Both made sure growing up that I was ‘watched out for” but all that meant was I wasn’t allowed to do anything unsupervised. My parents and my brothers always made sure I was happy, had everything I wanted and was safe. But I can’t complain they took good care of me. Growing up I never had anything to really ‘worry’ about but then when I graduated, valedictorian of course I had choices to make.
I decided to go to college at Northwestern University in Chicago, Illinois. I was going for a PH.D. in Forensic Anthropology. Nerd, yes that was me. But when you are fascinated by something and it’s your “calling”, you go with it. My brother Matthew moved up to Chicago with me since his job at Weisburg & Associates, a Criminal Defense Law Firm had a branch there. This way I didn’t have to stay on campus and become corrupted as my parents say. Things went smoothly. I managed to keep my 4.0, make friends, when they could keep up with my intellect and be a college kid. I hardly ever saw Matthew but that was nothing new. Between his work, my classes, study group and volunteering at the local hospital there wasn’t much to do. People used to look at me and my friends as if we were freaks. So I worked in a morgue. At least a corpse doesn’t annoy you. After graduation and yes I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a straight 4.0 average. A high achievement for most but it was something that thankfully came to me naturally. I worked for the state coroner until I decided for sure where to go. I had so many offers tossed at me even before I graduated. That job was cut too short all too soon with the tragic deaths of my parents and my brother Scott. They said it was a murder suicide but there was no way. Scott would not do that. Not in a million years. Matty and I moved back to our hometown to see if we could salvage our memories there and put our family to rest. After their funerals we tried to move on with our lives. I started working at the Coroner's office there. I had to find out what really happened to them. After weeks of going through evidence I found what I needed to find but it was something I could not explain. My parents were killed as was Scott but not by the gunshot wounds as believed. Scotts blood had a strange strain of bacteria in it around the shotgun blast to the side of his neck and head. Once it was sent off for an analysis. A few days later I was escorted out of the office by the FBI. All I was told at first was it was in regards to my parents and brothers case. I was taken to the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. There I met with a group of people, called The Coalition. There I was told what I had come across that day with my brother’s body. To say my mind was trying to wrap around the fact that my brother had been bitten by a werewolf didn’t sit well. I called them all delusion nutcases. Said there was no way that kind of thing was possible…. well that was when I was proven wrong. Me. I was wrong. I was escorted down to the basement to see Dr. Hugh house, M.D.. There I was shown the body of a man. But it wasn’t a man… it was.. a werewolf. A half man, half beast body. I still said they were crazy. I demanded proof, other than this mockery before me. I was “allowed” to watch the autopsy, even had a hand in helping. That day changed my life even more than the deaths of my family members. It showed me just what was out there in this God forsaken world. The things that defy nature. The things that go bump in the night. Today I am the lead forensic investigator on the Coalition team. I work alongside Dr. House and together we make what is real disappear and keep the knowledge that we have of the Supernatural away from the public. It is a full time job, but one I have grown to love. It gives me a purpose I thought I had once lost. |