PARRISH, Utah Maisie

[Utah Maisie Parrish]

UTAH MAISIE PARRISH

FULL NAME: Utah Maisie Parrish
NICKNAMES: None really.
AGE: Twenty Two
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Freshman.
MAJOR: Psychology
JOB OCCUPATION: O'Malley's Barkeep

HAIR: Blonde, varying lengths, usually kept down though she does play from time to time. She's played with colour but likes her natural blonde best
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None with a good enough story to tell.
TATTOOS: a small lady bug on her wrist and "Brave" in Sanskrit on her right ankle
PIERCINGS: Her ears and cartilage of left ear.
PLAY-BY: Brittany Snow!

LIKES: Mixology, alcohol, karaoke nights, chili cheese fries, Lady Bugs, dogs, writing, reading, playing with makeup, high heels, weekend trips, Texas hold 'em, snowboarding, Greek Salads, penguins, fluffy pillows, hats, hot summer days, strong coffee
DISLIKES: long hours in a car, writer's block, cats, rats, bats, needles (She gets the irony), getting black out drunk, having to do mental math, intense workouts, zoning out, the occasional nightmares, spending hours on assignments, breaking a heel, tight winter hats (She likes them slouchy), chipped nail polish, surprise pop quizzes, the smell of lilac, crafting, most DIY
FEARS: waking up one day and finding herself back where she started, someone finding out about her past, clowns.
SECRETS: Utah was raised in a cult. Technically speaking its classified information under the children's protection act or something similar, she doesn't remember the real title. She was given a new identity and was supposed to go into foster care but the agent in charge of her case had taken her home over a weekend and his family fell completely involve with her and her naivety.
PERSONALITY: Utah is a very resilient girl. She’s not really the type to let anything faze her. After the childhood she had, she should be traumatised and scared to leave her own home but she adjusted well and now, to look at her no one would ever be able to guess that she grew up in a cult. But she’d been given a second chance at a young age and she never forgot it. A sweet girl, Utah loves a good time. She’ll party with the best of them and then crawl home to her parents and tell them all about it. She has no secrets from them. But don’t let her appearance fool you, this girl has quite the sarcastic streak in her. She can usually give as good as she gets but she’s also bitten off more than she can chew a few times. Her daddy being FBI, she can definitely take care of herself but it’s nice to know that his entire team, thanks to the circumstances, has her back if she ever needs it. She had quickly become their little mascot. It was nice but it also meant there were a half dozen aunt’s and uncle’s who checked out every man that Utah showed an interest in. She’s not as naive as she used to be but there are still things about Utah that are ridiculously innocent. With the encouragement of a child psychologist, Utah kept a journal and wrote everything she could remember down and eventually, over time took some of her old journal entries and expanded on them, turning them into short stories that she submitted for classes when they were required. She’s very creative but she wants to be an FBI agent, or a psychologist and help those deal with similar situations as herself.

MOTHER: Lydia Parrish & 56.
FATHER: James Parrish & 57.
SIBLINGS: Brett Parrish & 35
Naomi Cartier & 33
Mallory Parrish & 31
OTHERS: There's really too many to name.
PETS: Boston and Frankie, French Bulldogs!
HOMETOWN: Technically Hatch, Utah, or just outside it but she had never been registered with the government or anything so her place of birth on all her records state Los Angeles, California.
HISTORY:
Born just outside Hatch, Utah as Daisy Marie Hewlett, this little girl thought her childhood was completely normal. She thought everyone did all the things she did. She thought church daily, long dresses, basket weaving and candle making and farming and everything they did was how everyone in the world lived. Of course, she also hadn’t known there were other people in the world! Daisy Marie thought it was completely normal to get married at fourteen or fifteen to men often three times her age, having multiple wives. It was all she had ever known. Daisy had no idea there was such things like cars, televisions, electronics. What she didn’t know however, were the seedier details of her “family”. She hadn’t known that in the “adult” barn on the back of the property there were guns, ammo and enough explosives to take out an entire city block, maybe even more. She had no idea the group she was surrounded by daily were extremists, that the man who led church had terrible plans. An older girl told her to hide and Daisy did, in the cupboard under the sink in the house she’d been in, making candles. The other kids had scattered, too but Daisy didn’t see them after she’d shut the cupboard door.

She was terrified of course. She had absolutely no idea what was going on and it scared the daylights out of her. She hoped no one would find her. She didn’t want to be found. She wanted to slink away in a few hours when things went silent and run to hide somewhere else. And then the cupboard door opened and Daisy was scared into silence. She didn’t speak, though she knew how. The man who found her spoke to her softly, told her his name was James Parrish and he was with the FBI. Daisy didn’t know what that meant. She did know that he promised nothing bad would happen to her and she liked that. She didn’t want anything bad to happen so she clung to him, let him drag her out from her hiding spot. She was eight years old and slight for her age and he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and carried her out to the chaos. People in black were crawling all over the place and it terrified Daisy even more. James kept Daisy close, took her to get checked out and when they cleared her, he sat her down in the backseat of a big black machine and drove away after talking to someone outside.

Daisy had never been off the property. And the property was surrounded by trees. She’d never known anything else. Nightmares came quickly and Daisy was enthralled and scared out of her mind at all the new things she was seeing for the first time. Everything was new to her and after about twenty minutes of driving, Daisy was bouncing in her seat asking what everything was. She knew absolutely nothing and it stunned James. He’d never seen anything like it. He drove them into Hatch, to the police station and he gathered as much information as he could. It was getting late and the children were supposed to be taken somewhere for the night but Daisy refused to leave James’ side. She wasn’t leaving the only person she knew. He spoke to his boss, did what all needed to be done and Daisy was on the plane with them, headed back to Los Angeles. James had been part of a joint operation with the Utah office so when the adults were all arrested, he returned home to finish up his paperwork. When they landed, James took Daisy straight to his home. She had tugged at his heart strings ever since he found her wide eyed and scared, hiding under the sink.

The entire drive he talked to her about where they were, where they were going and who she was going to meet. He told her about his children, his wife, he told her about how they had a couple dogs. His daughter’s took to Daisy like a moth to flame and Daisy was the same. James and Lydia spoke for hours into the night. They couldn’t let Daisy leave them. But she was technically being put into witness protection. Some of the adults had escaped, not many but a handful. And there were plenty of the kids who weren’t yet eighteen who were very vocal about it all. It would be safer for all the children to be given new names, new homes and new lives. The next morning, James left Daisy in the capable hands of his family to get the papers he would need. They were going to give Daisy a new home; theirs. And when he got back, James and Lydia sat down with Daisy and talked to her. She may have been eight but they still thought it best to talk to her, let her make the choices. They were letting her change her name and she got to pick what she would be called. It was exciting and scary. But Daisy was more excited about it. She was a surprisingly resilient child.

After a lot of time thinking about it, Daisy picked a somewhat strange but somehow perfect choice. And James finished up the paperwork. Once the final i was dotted and the last t was crossed, Daisy Marie Hewlett stopped existing. From that moment she would only answer to Utah Maisie Parrish. It took a little bit longer to have the adoption papers filed but definitely not as long as the years it normally took. A couple months and Utah was officially James’ and Lydia’s third daughter and fourth child. She didn’t want to forget where she came from, remind herself every time she had to use her name of the places she never wanted to find herself once again; even so young she knew it had been so bad. That was the real reason she picked the state she’d been born in as a name. James said she could always change it, she wasn’t likely to ever forget the life she’d been raised in but she had loved it the moment she’d thought it up. Whenever anyone asked, the entire family told the same story. To strangers, the kids picked the name, to their friends and family, they adopted her under unusual circumstances. There was nothing more and nothing less; because there couldn’t be.

Technically speaking, everything about Utah before she adopted was classified information under the children’s protection act or something to that extent; Utah couldn’t actually remember what it was called and she really didn’t care either. As far as any of them were concerned, she was James’ and Lydia’s daughter. And she found her feet quickly. Lydia signed Utah up for all sorts of classes and lessons, trying to see what she was interested in. She spent eight years not really knowing anything at all so it was all so exciting for the eight year old. She found she loved soccer and she loved dancing so Lydia kept those going for Utah. And she found she loved school. The socialising was something she’d had but hadn’t really had at the same time before. Once again it was thrilling and exciting but it was also problematic because she’d never went to proper school before. The only thing she’d learned was the leader’s version of the bible; which was as questionable as the original version.

Utah was thrown into school just like she’d been thrown into all the other classes and lessons but she loved it. She knew absolutely nothing about anything. It was impressive she could read. But then that had been really all they’d taught on the compound. Reading and the fake bible the leader had been reciting from. Her reading skills surpassed where the should have been but everything else was severely lacking. She couldn’t count, she knew absolutely nothing at all about the world, science was just another word with no meaning. She was a mess but Lydia and James put Utah in a private school with one on one classes in some cases, like Utah’s. For her school, grades didn’t exactly matter because she was at a college level in readying but clueless about everything else. It wasn’t until she had a good grasp on everything that she finally asked what her grade would be if she had grades. She was sixteen and still only at a grade eight level but that was so much better than where she’d started. In eight years, that was miracle work. That same year, James was offered a job at the New York office and after a long discussion, he couldn’t turn it down. So the family, what was left of them, uprooted. Utah was the only one left in the house while Brett had his own place in New York, Mallory had a place with a couple friends in LA and Naomi was in Atlanta with an internship.

They found a school similar to the one in California and Utah excelled in her new surroundings. She really came out of her shell. Utah made all sorts of friends, she found a part time job at a little clothing boutique, kept up with her school work and even found a new dance studio that she liked well enough to keep up with those classes, too. Life was good and a normal that was actually normal. She finally finished up her classes but she was twenty and although she wasn’t embarrassed by that fact, she found college and university a daunting next step. She was ready to prove she was worth all the trouble but at the same time, she’s wasn’t over confident in her abilities. She did agree to community college classes though, and at twenty three, finally registered at NYU. She figured out in those extra years what she wanted to do. She wanted to help people like her father helped her. So she was attacking university with everything she had, knowing in four years, she would walk away from it with a degree in criminal psychology and that would be when she applied for Quantico. She wanted to be just like her daddy and that meant becoming an FBI agent.

To look at Utah now, no one would ever believe she’d been born and raised in a cult environment. She is so well adjusted, despite the fact that she probably should have had some sort of PTSD. But she’d been one of the lucky ones. She’d been adopted into a damn good family; a family that gave her every opportunity and she took every last one of them to make herself better. She found another job at twenty one at O’Malley’s pub and loved it from the first night she worked. It was a fun crowd, comical even and Utah always returned home with a good story to tell her parents. She knew eventually she would move out but for the time being, it was cheaper to live at home and attend school than it was to find housing as well. Plus, with the childhood that she had, they actually liked it better than she was home, they felt better and Utah wasn’t really interesting in upsetting them, though like any child, she had a dozen times or more since becoming a teenager! Now she’s having some fun and figuring out how she’s going to fake her course assignments before giving up and asking her parents for help. She tries so they don’t mind. They love her after all and she couldn’t be happier they’d chosen her.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali!
RULE WORDS: I AM THE RULES!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Behind the bar.
SAMPLE:

In your dreams!

 

[Cali]