FLETCHER, Dorothy Paige

[Dorothy Paige Fletcher]

DOROTHY PAIGE FLETCHER

FULL NAME: Dorothy Paige Fletcher
NICKNAMES: Dot
AGE: thirty
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Owner of Treasure Trove, a consignment shop.

HAIR: Long blonde hair. She styles it differently each day and enjoys the surprise of how she'll do it herself.
EYES: blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none.
TATTOOS: a cross tattoo on her right pinkie finger, a rose on her left forearm, an arrow on her right forearm, a small earth symbol on the left side of her ribs.
PIERCINGS: ears, three in the lobe and one helix, left ear.
PLAY-BY: Lili Reinhart

LIKES: Throw blankets, hitting the gym, Legally Blonde: The Musical, yoga, dogs, DIY, cold brews, pilates, cooking, art classes, reading, drawing, New York, patio season, clothes, accessories, reality television, drinks with friends, shoes, sleeping in on Sundays, Moulin Rouge, old school rock and roll
DISLIKES: Balloons, crime procedurals, dozens of throw pillows, sleeping in any other day, missing a gym session, black coffee, vanilla milkshakes, cats, most public transportation, action movies, cold tea, doing inventory
FEARS: Treasure Trove being robbed, being mugged, spiders
SECRETS: Dot loves reality television. She will binge it all when she's home.
PERSONALITY: Dot has a caring personality but she is not anywhere as naïve as she appears. She looks so much younger than she is and that makes people believe she's less than she is. But Dot is a brilliant woman with a keen head for business on her shoulders. She enjoys the simple things in life and refuses to sit back and let things happen around her. She's a determined girl with an unwavering sense of right and wrong. She won't take any shit from anyone and isn't afraid to get in someone's face. She's not exactly a fighter but she does stand up for what she believes in. She is a sweet girl who, more often than not, brings in the coffee and danish or muffins in the small shop kitchen every morning. She loves opening up the shop in the mornings and spending the day helping women, and the occasional man, find what they were searching for. Helping people brings a joy to Dot's life that she wouldn't have had if she'd stayed in Boston and continued on the path she'd been on before. She's got a bit of a romantic side to her but it's mostly used on the window displays as there isn't a man in her life, though she wouldn't be opposed to one!

MOTHER: Amelia Fletcher & sixty.
FATHER: Duncan Fletcher & sixty-four.
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Baxter & Boxer Terrier!
HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusetts.
HISTORY: Amelia and Duncan met at work and hit it off well enough. She was just a lowly intern trying to get a foot in the door and he was an associate aiming for a spot on the wall. He wanted to be a partner. Amelia didn't know what she wanted in specifics. She knew she wanted to be a lawyer, she knew she wanted to help people and she knew she wanted to make a lot of money. She'd worked her ass off to get where she was. She grew up in the projects, the worst of the worst neighbourhoods and she wanted out. She worked three jobs on top of school, applied for everything she could think of to get her in school, she even took night classes at the local community college to get ahead. She wanted out of Chicago, which she did. She got herself into Harvard Law and continued to work and study and snagged herself a coveted intern position at one of her professor's firms. It only lasted that term but it gave her a lot. She met Duncan, she found a best friend in Patrick and she figured out what she wanted to do with her law career. She took the bar for Massachusetts, New York and California as she'd gone into entertainment law.

She married Duncan shortly after her twenty seventh birthday and life was finally good. Amelia felt like she could breathe for once in her life. She thought to spend the next five or ten years with Duncan all to herself and working up her clientele but that was not the case. She got three years and surprised Duncan with the birth of their daughter at thirty. They thought long and hard about her name before finally narrowing it down to two; Dorothy and Liberty. Once their baby girl was in Amelia's arms, she knew they needed to keep a family name alive and their sweet girl looked like a Dorothy. She was a precocious girl and preferred to read her little books over playing with her toys. Knowledge seemed to be her love as soon as she could read on her own. As she got older, she ventured out of her comfort zone of other worlds and into the real world that she lived in. Boston was a great city to grow up in and Dorothy wanted a piece of it. She was a brilliant student, top percent of every class, every year but she wasn't interested in the classes so much. She kept up simply because she could and it was the one thing her parents expected of her. Amelia was hardly home, having to travel for her job and Duncan, though he was around more often, only ever shared dinners with his daughter before heading to his office in the house and going back to the work he did for those fortune 500 companies.

At sixteen, Dot found herself with a part-time job in a little boutique and adored it. Her boss, Harriet gave her an extreme discount for their clothes and accessories, what better way to advertise, and she slowly worked up an impressive wardrobe. She had her close friends but most people either saw the brain or the expensive wardrobe and thought she was something she wasn't when in fact she could be found in the park, climbing trees and getting dirty, playing soccer with her friends and enjoying her young life. She received an early acceptance to Harvard Business school because she wasn't concerned with becoming a lawyer like her parents. She still wanted to have a life that didn't include wining and dining her clients. She landed an internship at one of those Fortune 500 companies and found herself being offered a job at the end of it. She had graduated a semester early and her internship gave her that foot in the door she'd needed. Over the following five years, she worked her way up the ladder until she was quite near the top, making a ridiculous amount of money when she was asked to look the other way on a business transaction.

Unable to do so, Dorothy very quietly made a few inquiries and found this was something that happened fairly regularly at her company and she couldn't in good conscience continue on as one of their employees in any form. She said as much to the CEO, a man she'd considered a friend at her level and offered him her notice. He swore all the business was above board, and it very well might have been, though she had waited to talk to her father about it. As it turned out, it was above board but Dorothy couldn't stand the business practice and decided her notice was exactly what it was and left. She had a good head for business and figures but she was also of the mindset that business should be fair and the company did quite a bit of shady dealings. Dot felt like she needed to get away from Boston but loved the city life. She was a city girl and so she settled for New York for her new home. She took a train to New York to speak with a realtor, looked at a couple places and decided on an adorable apartment which she put the deposit on within two days of viewing it. Dot returned to Boston, packed up her adorable little apartment and hired herself a moving truck to take her things to their new home. She didn't want to go back into the business world in the same way and instead took some time to New York to see what would interest her. As it turned out, she wanted to go back to her basics and fell for a little shop front just off the busiest of New York's streets.

It was quaint and perfect for what she'd had in mind. As quickly as she saw it, she rang up the same realtor she'd spoken to about her apartment and booked herself an appointment to view the space. Within the next six months, she had contractors and painters in the shop, which she purchased after having talked the previous owners into selling it instead of leasing it. Dot didn't want to rent a space, she wanted to own it. She hired a couple girls as sales clerks, another manager and watched the social media and advertisements bring in the clientele. She started Treasure Trove as a little boutique with all new products that quickly turned a profit. It was a sort of consignment shop as local designers brought their clothes in and she sold them with a small percentage kept for herself. It might not have all been one of a kind but it was enough originality that kept customers returning. More slowly, she took to rehabbing the two apartments above the shop herself, taking pride in the DIY. She'd made friends with the group that had been helping her bring her vision to life and had expressed an interest in doing some work herself. She wanted to get her hands dirty. Myles agreed to teach her in his free time to fix up little things. She obviously couldn't do the wiring or the plumbing but most everything else she could at least try. And as long as he was supervising, he could fix whatever mistakes she made. It took a long time but eventually she did rent out the two apartments, one to one of the girls working for her in desperate needs of an apartment. Dot didn't need the money so she gave her an incredible deal and was pleased over the course of the next year to see her find herself. She'd been hit with hard times and Dot was happy to see her getting her swing back again. Now at thirty, life is pretty grand for Dot. She's thinking about opening up another shop, something different as she enjoys all aspects of creative life. Perhaps if she saw the right space, she would know immediately what she'd like to put there. For now, she's happy to have a social life, a business she can be proud of and a dog that loves her unconditionally.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: I have these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Saw it in an advert.
SAMPLE:

You can shove your sample you know where!

 

[Cali]