Character Intro. of Dr. Evelyn Forsyth

The esteemed Dr. Evelyn Forsyth was not a person who tolerated things out of their place. Dr. Forsyth had seen the benefits of minimalism and considered the aesthetic before promptly dismissing it out of hand. The doctor had spent her formative years traveling the world, picking up bits and pieces of every place she had visited. Her walls were covered in kabuki masks from Japan, pressed tulips from the Netherlands, and an ornate but clumsy iron sword that she had forged herself during her time in Toledo. A replica of the Globe Theater sat on a bookshelf surrounded by shells from every island in the Caribbean and a few from the Aegean just in case. Those same shelves brimmed with reference books for whatever hare-brained project Evelyn was working on, glossy books full of replicas of every worthwhile Renaissance painter and a few who weren’t, maps of everything from the whole world to single stretches of a valley in South Africa that dated back to the early 1400s. Even the furniture in the room could be attributed to some jaunt across the seas or a months long restoration project that Eve had taken up, all the way down to the gaudy bead lamp that produced a shockingly decent amount of light. The esteemed Dr. Evelyn Forsyth’s office may not have had a comprehensive history of the woman herself contained in it, but it came pretty close to approximating that of the world at large. 

A clock ticked somewhere far away.