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WENDY SAMANTHA ABBOTT
FULL NAME: Wendy Samantha Abbott
NICKNAMES: Wend.
AGE: twenty-four.
SEXUALITY: straight.
STATUS: single
GROUP: citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Wedding planner.
HAIR: Naturally a very deep brown, but Wendy has been playing with dyes for most of her adult life to liven her locks up. She’s kept it long ever since she was a little girl and favours wearing it down in loose curls. She’s not afraid of messy hair either..
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None..
TATTOOS: ”Myself & I” on her right ribs and “Keep Calm” in Japanese characters on her right wrist. Finally she had a Peter Pan hat behind her left ear. She jokes that as Wendy she needed her Peter somewhere.
PIERCINGS: Both her ears the once and then her left tragus. Also, her belly button
PLAY-BY: Shenae Grimes!
LIKES: marathon running, ghost stories, summer, youtube videos, pina colada, happy clients, living alone, glacier cherries, bargain purchases, scarves, the unconventional, unpredictability, orange tiger lilies, hazelnut latte, hair products, her vanity table, being on her balcony, rainstorms, reading, Alexander McQueen, concerts, baseball.
DISLIKES: difficult clients, losing her temper, pulling a muscle, feeling sick, vanilla, calla lilies, bad dates, over the top “lovey-dovey” gestures, bumps in the night, cockroaches, explosive action movies, the news, political campaigns, broken elevators, broken heels, power cuts, wrestling, sloppy people, tanning salons, broken dolls.
FEARS: Cockroaches, broken dolls (especially if their eyes are broken!), suffocating.
SECRETS: Despite being a wedding planning and helping couples pull off amazing events for their special day, Wendy really doesn’t want any of that for her own wedding. It’s not that she’s unromantic, she just doesn’t believe the point of making some huge deal out of it and spending a ridiculous amount of money on what is essentially a piece of paper and a party. Of course, she’s not allowed to say that for the sake of her career and people seem to automatically assume that she wants the big, fancy wedding one day!
PERSONALITY: Wendy is pretty down to earth. She’s not one for letting her head run off with daydreams and foolish wishes. She’s a hard worker and usually won’t stop until she’s put 110% into the task at hand. Dedicated, but with a creative flair, Wendy’s talents are more often found in making things look great and matching patterns that complement each other. It’s why she ended up with the profession she has. She’s a tough cookie who can be stubborn when she wants to be. She’s got a short fuse, but does her best to control her temper, especially around difficult clients, but she can be feisty without needing to be challenged. She’s pretty active finding that running of a morning and evening helps her de-stress and training for the different marathons gives her something to channel her frustrations into. Wendy has been independent for a very long time and that sometimes makes it difficult for her to depend on anyone else or let them do something for her. She’s loyal to the people she calls friends, but it takes a little while for her to really trust people enough to consider them a true friend. Wendy is charming and rather persuasive when she wants to be. A little flirtatious when it works to her advantage, but she’s far from being desperate for love. She’s not romantic or unromantic, but somewhere in between, really. She likes a nice date, but if a guy does something cheap and impersonal then she’s not likely to call him for a second date and the same applies if a guy goes a little too far or over the top. She likes things to be kept casual and let them happen rather than have a five year plan and start talking about how many kids they want when it’s only a month into a relationship. Some might call her a flight risk or assume her to be non-committal, but it’s not the case; Wendy just isn’t too sure of what she wants and doesn’t find it all that easy to stick her heart and feelings on the line.
MOTHER: Natalie Diane Abbott, 48.
FATHER: Christopher Steven Abbott, deceased.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Cordelia Ann Murray, 30, friend and business partner of sorts
PETS: Buddy, a budgerigar.
HOMETOWN: Staten Island, New York.
HISTORY: Natalie and Christopher met through friends and an awkward first date surprisingly led to a second and third. She was a recent college graduate working at the zoo and he was a construction worker. Their romance was almost whirlwind and the second Natalie mentioned her pregnancy, Christopher placed a ring on her finger and promised her the world. They had a small but nice wedding with their family and friends and it seemed like they were truly on their way to a happy little family and a fairytale ending. Natalie went into labour and gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Christopher was over the moon with his little daughter and wouldn’t stop talking about her and showing photos to the guys on the construction site with him. Tragically, when Wendy was two weeks old, Christopher fell victim to a freak accident on the site and a blow to the head ended his life.
Distraught, Natalie fell into a deep despair. Family and friends helped her out as much as they could, but it was clear that she was crushed by the harsh reality she found herself in. Every time she heard the cries of her daughter, it made her worse, longing for her husband to be back. Before Wendy was one, Natalie was admitted to a hospital for treatment for severe depression. The young mother really was in a dark place and everyone who cared about her wanted her to get the help and support that she needed, for the sake of herself and also Wendy. While Natalie was away from the city, Wendy stayed with her maternal grandparents, but they didn’t know if they had bitten off more than they could chew. Natalie had been their miracle baby after almost ten years of trying and they weren’t so young now. When her grandfather took sick with pneumonia in the bitter winter, they had no choice and child services took Wendy out of their care.
Her earliest memory is of a foster home. It was a place that housed three other kids with a couple who were polite and kind to look at, but held a strict nature with the children. If they didn’t come on the first call, they had to have a good answer, speak properly or be ignored and have the upmost respect for everyone. Looking back now, Wendy says it just broke into the top five and she was relieved when her mom was deemed fit to have her again. Of course, child services kept a close eye on the little girl. She ended up in foster homes a few more times throughout her childhood, some worse than others. There were nice places, nice families, but Wendy just wanted to go home and be with her mom, who she was reminded was very sick. Natalie never quite got over Christopher’s death and there seemed to be one too many things that caused her to fall back into the dark depression. It was mainly the milestones in Wendy’s life, but she would never blame her daughter for her sickness. Despite having to fight to be around her and care for her, Natalie did love her daughter.
In school, Wendy had a reputation for losing her cool. She didn’t take kids teasing her mom or the families she was staying with and it wasn’t very long before she answered their taunts with fists and angry outbursts. She had counselling sessions and anger management throughout high school to try and control her temper. Away from her outbursts, she was capable of making decent grades and doing pretty well. It really was just her short fuse and bad temper that let her down. Luckily, before she graduated high school, she had her anger under control, channelling the frustrations into sports; primarily running. She was on the high school cross country team since sophomore year and the staff did notice how it helped her, and how the bad days seemed to only fuel her to do better. Of course, just because she stopped throwing punches and getting angry, it didn’t mean she lost her sharp tongue or her sass. If the bullies still tried to taunt her then she had plenty of comebacks to keep them at bay and show them up in front of the rest of her class. A few did land her in detention, but she still thinks everything was worth it.
Wendy was never the kind of girl to have a grand plan. She didn’t know what she was going to do with her life and whenever her teachers pressured her about decisions and choices she just used to say that she doubted her parents’ grand plan included death, psychiatric hospitals and foster homes. Wendy could still be a difficult teenager without her temper pushing her over the edge. By the time high school graduation came around, Wendy was living back with her mom, but she was very much taking care of herself. She knew Natalie tried her best, but Wendy just wanted her mom to be healthy and well so tried to keep out of her way. Natalie was a hell of a lot better than she had been during Wendy’s early years, but there were still low days and feelings of regret.
After a bit of persuasion from her favourite high school teacher, Wendy applied to college and found herself studying marketing at a New York college. With her mom moving into specialised housing at Wendy’s request, Wendy found herself a place in student housing for the bulk of her college education. She got herself a job at a department store and eventually had money to find a place of her own in the city. A small, slightly shabby apartment was her first real place of her own, but Wendy was just glad to have it. She preferred living independently without worrying or nagging anyone else.
Her college years were pretty regular. She partied, made mistakes and attended class with big sunglasses to hide the signs of a hangover. She graduated with her marketing diploma, but Wendy still had no clue what she planned on doing with her life and most of the jobs she read about just sounded like they were going to put her to sleep. So, she stayed at the department store and just switched departments from kids to bridal, where there were more hours available.
Couples preparing for their big day often came into the department for various things and Wendy sometimes wondered if they were for real. One day, she intervened, probably crossing a line with her employment, but she couldn’t let the couple pick the things they were picking. Everything clashed, things were terrible and the groom was not interested in the panicking bride’s choices. It would’ve been cruel not to step in. What Wendy didn’t know was that on the other side of the department was a wedding planner with another couple. She caught sight of Wendy helping out and Wendy even surprised herself when she led the confused couple over to a table and helped them go through everything they had come here to do, fixing their choices and showing them visually how things would complement their colour scheme and the sets they were picking for their gift registry. When the couple were sorted out and the bride looked a little less like she was about to have a meltdown, Wendy was shocked to find her hand taken by a woman and a business card practically thrust at her. The wedding planner who had been in was looking to expand her small business. She had started out on her own, but had been having more and more clients turning to her and not enough time to handle them all. Truthfully, she had no idea where she was supposed to find an employee or partner, but she had seen something in Wendy.
At first Wendy thought ‘no way’. It was only a few days later when she couldn’t get the idea or the offer out of her head that she picked up the phone and called her back, enquiring about the job. It was pretty much a case of sharing an office and working together, but at the same time working alone. Wendy wasn’t the greatest team player, so it sounded like it would suit her perfectly. When she finally learnt the woman’s name, Cordelia, Wendy accepted her offer and handed her notice in at the department store the very next day. Her first clients were a simple couple who just needed pointers and someone who knew the ropes. Wendy didn’t, but she could pretend, and with Cordelia’s contacts in the planner, she managed to help pull off the modest event. It wasn’t long before she didn’t need to take Cordelia’s hand-me-downs, getting referrals of her own coming in. Some were surprised that she was only twenty-four, but Wendy just joked that she had seen enough disasters working in the department store that she knew what to avoid; plus, most of these clients had attended weddings she had put her name to, so they knew she was reliable.
With a more permanent idea of a career, Wendy was able to upgrade to a nicer apartment on Staten Island and she kept living a good life. She had her own contacts forming for her professional career and even spent time with some of them away from the wedding scene. Cordelia was a loyal friend and kind of like a big sister to Wendy, which was nice, even if Wendy would never admit it. They laughed over their disasters, moaned about difficult clients and often got through half a bar when they didn’t have early starts and cake tasting to go to. It was not a life that Wendy had ever envisioned for herself, but she was happy, loved her job and made great friends because of it. In New York things didn’t exactly get much better, as far as she was concerned, but fate always has room for more!
YOUR ALIAS: KIM.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the night sky.
SAMPLE:Pssh!
