Thread: Delights and Dismissals of the Wild One

Placeholder for pending group game profiles BASIC INFORMATION Full Name Abigail Ella Vance Nicknames Abby. Bee was the affectionate nickname her father used. Her sister did, too. Gender Female Age 32 Ethnicity Caucasian Sexual Orientation Demisexual, bi-curious Occupation Counsellor at White Feather Memorial Hospital PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Face Claim Victoria Pedretti poss. Anne Hathaway Height 5'3 Weight 121 Eye Color Blue Hair Color Brown with an auburn sheen, sometimes highlighted with blonde. Prominent Features or Distinguishing Marks Those big ol' baby blues. If eyes are a window to the soul then she's got it in spades. Kind of hypnotic, really... General Physical Description Abigail is a fair, petite slip of a woman with soft curves, a disarmingly sweet smile, and large expressive eyes framed with feathery brows. Her natural affinity for looking like someone you can confide in is, understandably, a great boon to her career choice. While working she can typically be found sporting a pair of black wire-rimmed glasses. PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION Personality Traits Empathetic Curious, maybe too curious Altruistic with few exceptions Resentful Prideful Likes Oversized sweaters, cats, tea and lattes, a good book, new tastes such a foodie!, rainy days, star gazing, budding interest in the esoteric, alone time. Dislikes Lack of planning disorganization, sudden loud noises, bland food, rudeness. HISTORY Biography Elsie Hudson, a nurse at the old clinic in Dawn Chorus, was swept up in a whirlwind romance with a charismatic salesman named Jesse Vance. They were married quickly but more than five years later Elsie still had no luck getting pregnant, creating a rift between her and Jesse. She went to the chapel at the clinic, to His Holy Tabernacle, and she prayed so damn much to no avail 'til one night on the drive home from her shift she spotted a sign sticking out between the gnarled branches en route reading 'Mama Marguerite - IN' . Well, what could Elsie lose at this point? Eight months later, a bit early but wholly perfect, Abigail arrived. Growing up she lived a comfortable middle class life. Or as middling as you could get in Dawn Chorus. She believed everything was wonderful. Abby's parents doted on their little girl enough to overlook her very... big imagination. Sometimes whimsical but more often a debilitating fear of the dark, shadow people, etc. To cope, Abby was plied with books and crafts and a dusty tabby cat she named Minnie. Elsie often lovingly would cradle Abby up into her arms at bedtime to tell her how she prayed so hard to get her. Time eroded the splendid image she had of her smiling parents. She was too young to remember the first time Molly Black Elk dropped by, only that there was a lot of shouting on the front porch. Molly continued her unannounced visits intermittently through Abigail's childhood, occasionally with a girl in tow around Abby's age with dark haunting eyes. Once when she was eight Abby stayed up after bed to watch her dad hurrying back inside with a slam of the porch door. He knelt down and looked at her intensely, saying, It's not what you think. Think what ? She was only a kid, after all. Jesse Vance was a liar, Elsie said. Unable to take the embarrassment any more, she packed up and moved them way up to Illinois where she got a job in Chicago's Northwestern Memorial working the night shift. Abigail was thirteen when her mother told her everything about Molly Black Elk, about Freya. Despite the bad blood in Dawn Chorus and all the ignored calls, Elsie eventually let Abby visit her father the following summer until she was eighteen. She stopped visiting Jesse once she got into university where, after a cold start at nursing and slogging through degrees, she became a licensed Counsellor. Two years into establishing herself she received a call from White Feather Memorial saying her father passed away. Cirrhosis, apparently. Abigail flew down for a bare bones funeral and to get the meagre estate in order. Jesse left their old house to Abby, along with a letter she won't open out of spite. It's been three months since she returned for the funeral and Abigail is still living at her old house. She couldn't quite drag herself away... Often it can be found with lights on late into the night and wee hours thanks to a sudden recurrence of her childhod fear of the dark. To supplement her income she continues virtual sessions with existing clients as well as taking a position at White Feather Memorial Hospital. Notable Relationships Elspeth Elsie Vance, ne Hudson - Night nurse at Northwestern Memorial Jesse Vance - Father - Deceased Freya Black - Half-sister Minnie - Does a cat count? Abby swears the little grey tabby's gotta be over twenty years old by now but still acts spry. BASIC INFORMATION Full Name Freya Black Nicknames None that stuck Gender Female Age 33 Ethnicity Caucasian Cherokee Sexual Orientation Pansexual Occupation Odd jobs between Hopewell and Dawn Chorus, mostly supplying the Mothlight and Blue Rose. PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Face Claim Julia Jones Height 5'7 Weight 135 Eye Color Hazel Hair Color Dark brown Prominent Features or Distinguishing Marks Moon phase tattoo down the back of her neck. General Physical Description Freya strikes a tall and imposing figure with cheekbones that cut like her tongue. She has a lean muscled frame highlighted by smooth skin that's almost always in a radiant state of olive glory, like she's glowing from the inside. Despite her initially rough mannerisms and semi-permanent furrowed brow, there's something deeply emotive in her warm eyes. Freya loves wearing jeans and flannel coupled with her favourite leather jacket . PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION Personality Traits Observant no bullshit will fly under her radar Distrustful Sassy Brusque Sweet... if you get to know her Likes Baking, jerky snacks in general, sage, the great outdoors, her one and only leather jacket, chilly mornings, black coffee, Spotify. Dislikes Restrictive clothing, obnoxious assholes, prejudice, laziness, facades, moonless nights. HISTORY Biography Freya was used to getting the short end of the stick, hence the chip on her shoulder. Her mother, Molly, was perpetually between jobs and had a hard time scraping by enough for them to live on. Even then, they were holed up with her Gran', Sisi Black Elk, in a cramped bungalow on the outskirts of Hopewell, a small town east of Dead Horse National Park with a predominant Cherokee population. It was her grandmother who spent most of her time raising temperamental Freya in her youth while Molly was out working. From Gran, Freya learned to appreciate nature, old rituals and pride of self. Most notably, a healthy respect for all things supernatural, including whatever lived in Dead Horse. Her fondest memories were of Gran' smelling like sage and wild bergamot which to this day still lingers around years after her passing. From a young age Freya tried to work with her mother so they could make ends meet, apart from a scant envelope of money her mother would stuff into her purse after a visit to Jesse Vance. Freya recalled he had a wide smile that never quite reached his red-rimmed eyes. Then again, he had a hard time looking at her when she would be dragged out to his place or on the even rarer visits he made to Hopewell. Entering high school, everyone knew about her deadbeat father living a life of luxury the next town over with a pretty blonde wife and daughter. Freya never really gave a shit. She had her mom, her gran, and that was more than enough for her. As luck would have it she ended up meeting her half-sister around this time. During the third summer Abigail came to stay with Jesse, Molly ran errands in town and the girls would inevitably cross paths. To Jesse's surprise and Molly's chagrin, Abby and Freya didn't hate each other. They become something like friends. Yet when those summer visits were over their friendship faded too, until it dwindled to nothing over the decade Abigail hadn't come around. One of the many jobs during her teenage years involved working in the kitchen of a bakery. It was there she discovered her love and talent for cooking but sans the opportunity to apprentice - do you ever really leave small town life behind? - it amounted to nothing. She indulges her hobby on the side instead. Now Freya makes a decent wage with flexible hours by splitting her time between guided hikes around the Five Caves and Dead Horse National Park, and currying supplies to nearby establishments from Hopewell to Dawn Chorus. Notable Relationships Molly Black Elk - Mother Hiawasee Sisi Black Elk - Grandmother - Deceased Abigail Vance - Half-sister Jesse Vance - Father - Deceased Alan Cooper - One of the few people in Dawn Chorus she tolerates. Dare she say... a friend? Last edited Jan 19, 2022