ST PATRICK, Wyatt Daisy

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WYATT DAISY ST PATRICK

FULL NAME: Wyatt Daisy St Patrick.
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: Twenty-two.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Barista waiting on interviews for grad posts! xD

HAIR: Blonde, past her shoulders, and depending on how much time she has affects how she’ll wear it. Sometimes it’ll be left natural or pulled up into a bun out of the way. Other times she’ll put in the effort to curl it, or try something cute and fancy with an updo.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: Her ears once.
PLAY-BY: Skyler Samuels!

LIKES: Spending time with Maisie, picnics in the park, volunteering at the soup kitchen, sky blue, stuffed chicken, baggy hoodies, black shirts, cranberry juice, eyeliner pens, feeding the birds, cop shows, peaches and cream, Shelley’s work, hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows, old black and white movies, candle making, matte lipstick, To Kill A Mockingbird.
DISLIKES: Fizzy drinks, name-calling, headaches, restless nights, feeling stressed, Maisie being upset, gory movies, judgemental people, social media (though she still has her accounts), tiny dresses, aching feet, long days, leaving Maisie with a sitter, bugs, sleazy men, cliffhangers, doing the laundry, falling behind on her to-do list and chores.
FEARS: Any harm coming to Maisie, being stuck in an elevator, garden gnomes.
SECRETS: No one knows who fathered her child, aside from Wyatt and the man himself. She never mentioned his name to a single person, as per his request. She was heartbroken when he paid her off to keep quiet, and she shouldered the burden of the name-calling and the stigma of being a teen mom by herself, despite how much she longed for someone (especially him) to come back and help her out. Now, he’s just a man in her bad dreams, and someone Maisie pines after; every little girl wants her daddy after all, and it breaks Wyatt’s heart all over again.
PERSONALITY: If there’s one word to describe Wyatt it’s hardworking. As a young mother who doesn’t want to waste her life paying the price for her teenage mistakes, she’s slaved and toiled to get what she wants out of life. She’s also caring and dotes on her daughter Maisie more than anything else. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for that little girl; she’s Wyatt’s whole world. A charitable young thing who volunteers each weekend in her neighbourhood soup kitchen, Wyatt has always had time for the needy and the downtrodden. She’s selfless and tends to put others before herself, even if she’s exhausted, hungry and desperate for her own bed. Thick-skinned after the torment and the stigma that came from being a mother at such a young age, Wyatt can withstand a lot before she’ll be knocked down. She can hold her ground and is insanely protective of those closest to her – especially Maisie; it brings out her feisty side of this lioness. Despite the names people have called her, Wyatt is clever and she’ll go to great lengths to prove it. She put in unnecessary effort at college to stand out and show that she was just as good – if not smarter – than kids in her class, and not at a disadvantage just because she was a single mom to a little girl. She’s strong because she has to be after everything the last six years have thrown at her, but there are still plenty of nights when Wyatt falls asleep on a pillow damp with tears, but her bedroom is the only place she’ll let herself cry. She wants nothing more than to be a good role model for her daughter, which is why sensible Wyatt doesn’t act reckless and often says no to things most people her age are doing. After everything that she went through with Maisie’s father and the way he left her heartbroken and alone, Wyatt doesn’t date. She’s never had the chance between high school, college and motherhood, but honestly she’s still devastated by how he treated her. There are plenty of nights when he creeps into her dreams and she wakes up with the pain just as raw as it was the last time that she saw him. Her heart is best kept locked away from anyone who has the potential to destroy her like that. She would rather focus her energy on keeping Maisie happy and safe than worry about if a man is going to come and shatter her heart into a million little pieces again.

MOTHER: Tonya Justine St Patrick, 53.
FATHER: Brad Lionus St Patrick, 55.
SIBLINGS: Robbie Cole St Patrick, 26.
OTHERS: Maisie Summer St Patrick, 5, Daughter.
Arthur Cornelius Van Hope IX, 27, Maisie’s father.
PETS: Bran, tabby cat kitten!
HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New York City.
HISTORY: Tonya and Brad had known each other since high school, but they parted ways at graduation and only met again six years later. It was a chance meeting at a garage when Tonya went in to get her brakes looked at and Brad was there having his car serviced. They got to talking and decided to catch up over drinks. One thing led to another and they started to date. Soon they were planning a wedding and a future together. They had a son, Robbie, and then four years later they had a daughter, Wyatt. She was named after Brad’s grandfather who died suddenly shortly before she was born.

Both Robbie and Wyatt grew up as wonderful children. They knew their manners and respected their elders. At school they impressed their teachers and both sat comfortably in the top percentile of their classes. Their parents impressed upon them the importance of helping others. Robbie often volunteered in local thrift stores as a teenager when he had the time since he was kept busy with the lacrosse team. Wyatt, however, took it more to heart. She was always the first to volunteer for charity drives at school and in the neighbourhood, and from a young age she would help her mother bag up clothes and unwanted items to donate. She always wanted to help people, be it a classmate with their homework or an elderly neighbour with their chores. She was a sweet girl who was liked by most of her classmates, though there were always a few who had a snide comment to say. Wyatt took it in her stride; she had been raised better than to take the bait from them.

Despite the four years between them, Wyatt was close with her brother. They weren’t always the best of pals, but she knew she could turn to him if she needed him and they often spent at least one day a week just hanging out watching movies or hanging out together. When Robbie went to Columbia he called her every week to check in and update her with his own tales of college and drama. He pledged with a fraternity there and seemed to love every minute of it. Wyatt had hopes to follow her brother to the prestigious school and she definitely had the grades and the impressive extracurricular activities to get in.

When she was sixteen, she made plans to visit her brother one weekend. He had promised to show her around Columbia’s campus and let her have a peek at all the things the school had to offer. Wyatt had already been through a gruelling week of girl fights between her friends and she was just looking forward to a weekend with her big brother. Robbie, however, seemed to have forgotten that Beta Theta Pi were throwing one of their parties that weekend and he simply couldn’t miss it. There was a girl from a sorority who he was mooning over and she had promised to come along, so he needed to be there. Wyatt was left sitting on the stairs in the frat house. She had tried to stay upstairs, but Robbie had come crashing into his room with the girl hanging off him, so Wyatt had been left with no choice but to leave. She didn’t want to be in the middle of a party. They weren’t her scene and she wasn’t comfortable surrounded by all these older students drunk and groping each other. And then walked over Arthur Cornelius Van Hope the fourth. He was much older than Wyatt, but that didn’t stop the teenager falling for him over time. He was her first love, and ultimately her first heart break.

It was a rainy Saturday when she found out she was pregnant, and she called Artie five times before she made the trip to see him at the school. She knew he thought she was older than what she truly was and she had never told him the truth because she was scared of losing him. Wyatt truly thought she was crazy about Artie. She was shaking when she broke the news to him, but never in all of her life did she imagine what happened next. He offered her money; an extortionate amount in fact, if she kept his name out of things. She stood there, mortified, while he rattled on about how this pregnancy could run his family, and how he couldn’t be a part of this. In the end, all Wyatt could bring herself to do was ask him how she was expected to do this alone when she was just sixteen. She left with the money – a choice she’s never quite been able to stomach – and a broken heart.

Artie got to keep his precious reputation because Wyatt still thought she loved the man. Meanwhile, she got to watch as hers crumbled before her very eyes. Her family were aghast when she told them the news. Her father never quite looked at her the same again, and her mother was forever telling her about the gossiping of the neighbours and the people she saw daily. Even Robbie was shocked at his little sister, although out of everyone he stuck by her the most. Friends abandoned her and the kids at school threw the cruellest of names her way. Wyatt hung her head in shame and lied to the world, insisting she didn’t know who the father was; he was just some guy. It angered her parents, disgusted so many, and broke her even more when the people she loved shut her out when she needed them the most. Gone was her good girl image and instantly she was seen as cheap and trashy.

There was no question about keeping the baby. Wyatt wanted to more than anything else, despite how scared she was. Her father disagreed with her decision more than anyone else. He softened just a little after Wyatt gave birth to a daughter; Maisie, but she knew that he was still ashamed of her for getting pregnant like she did. Wyatt couldn’t stand to stay around all the negativity and the reminders of what had been, so once she turned eighteen she touched Artie’s money for the first time and bought an apartment for herself and Maisie. It was a nice place in a reasonable part of town. She didn’t want anything too flashy, but she didn’t want to be in a bad spot either. When her parents asked questions she told them it was an arrangement she found through student lettings and not that she owned the place.

Wyatt still had dreams of her own. She wanted to go to college and ultimately work with charities. She loathed touching the money Artie had given her to get rid of her, but it was the key to a future for herself and Maisie. She didn’t want to be the stereotypical single mom waiting on tables while her little girl grew up in a tiny apartment. She lied about student loans when in fact she paid for college outright, choosing to study accountancy and finance. Maisie took a job at Starbucks to earn her own independence, and hired a sitter to look after Maisie when she needed her. Wyatt loved spending time with her daughter, hated it when she had to leave her with someone else for a few hours, but she wanted to give Maisie the best possible life she could. It got a little easier once Maisie was at pre-school since the timing meant Wyatt could drop her off before class and usually pick her up afterwards, as well as schedule her shifts around half days and weekends when Maisie would be with Robbie or her parents.

While that got easier though, things also got harder. Wyatt could never forget about Artie, not when Maisie looked a lot like him. All she had from Wyatt were her blue eyes and high cheekbones, but the rest was all Artie. Wyatt had dreams – or she thought of them as nightmares – about him, and she’d wake up confused and hurting. Maisie, getting older, would ask where her daddy was, and though Wyatt tried to keep it vague by saying he couldn’t be with them, her daughter pressed on for answers, never happy with what Wyatt said. She didn’t want to break her daughter’s heart with the truth. Wyatt remembered the pain of it all herself, and she lived through it over and over again whenever Maisie asked about him. Too many nights Wyatt cried herself to sleep thinking she wasn’t good enough because Maisie wanted her daddy, and she was angry at the man who threw away the most precious little girl Wyatt had ever held. She hated Artie for everything, but at the same time a part of her was thankful to him for giving her Maisie.

Wyatt slaved to prove that she wasn’t as terrible as her final high school reputation made her out to be. Her professors always praised her work and she graduated near the top of her class from NYU. It wasn’t Columbia, but that was not a place she wanted to step foot on ever again. Wyatt had found who she wanted to be in the four years of college. She was tough, independent and kind. She helped those in need and didn’t let anyone knock her down again. Enough of that had happened in her past and she wasn’t going to stand for it again now. After graduation, Wyatt set about looking for a new job, something that she could build a career out of. It was time to start setting a future for herself and Maisie. She wanted to give her daughter the life she deserved, and that would begin with a job interview…

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In my head.
SAMPLE:

Puhlease!

[kim]