[b]Abigail Dent[/b] Age: 23 Occupation: Photographer/Reporter for Gotham Gazette Appearance--- [hider=][img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32200000/HilaryDuff-hilary-duff-32288358-500-209.gif[/img][/hider] [hider=][IMG]http://38.media.tumblr.com/4be8e3c697c7f6f32463ce8545e1edb8/tumblr_mmlrizgU7y1qfzzfco1_500.gif[/IMG][/hider] [hider=][IMG]http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfuhbQifc1qi6nfco1_500.gif[/IMG][/hider] Biography – Everyone loves to think that they have a normal life; my life growing up wasn’t too bad. My father was disfigured in a horrible accident and my mother died in child birth. My father wears a mask over the left side of his face, saying that he doesn’t want his precious angel to have to see him in such a state and would rather her remember him for being the loving father than the damage the accident had caused. My father loves me and what more can I say than I’m ‘daddy’s little girl’. I’m far from broke. My dad makes a [i]lot[/i] of money and loves to let me have access to credit cards that he gives me money to pay off. So far the price has never been too big for him to not want to purchase me something. I’ve traveled the world, seen many things, know a few different languages and even learned some hand to hand combat skills from my time overseas! But nothing is better than coming home and settling back down. Don’t get me wrong, the parties people throw around here are amazing and mingling with people is SO fun but at the same time; I’d get too bored if I didn’t find something to pass my time with. You’d never know that the girl in converse with an oversized sweatshirt walking the streets of Gotham was a multi-millionaire but she was. I like to stay simple and keep things easy on me by not drawing attention to myself when I have to. I even got a job… right how often do you hear of someone rich having a job job? Anyway I’m a photographer for the Gotham Gazette, and they’ve even let me start writing some stories. Nothing fancy, just some things here and there but it’s good honest work and I don’t feel like I’m relying too much on my father at this point. The biggest news buzzing around the Gazette is Wayne Industries finally has an heir to its business and fortune. I may be new to the reporting scene, and I may not be a well-known rich person but that doesn’t stop me from having access to the rich and powerful. If anyone’s going to find out who is taking over Wayne Industries first it’s going to be me… how you ask? Well some new face as got to show up to the rich parties sooner or later. Maybe it’s time to put daddy’s credit card to use once again and throw a party of my own. A lavish party with music, dancing, drinks and good food; plus beautiful people who can help make connections, who wouldn’t want to be there? The life of the wealthy is all about the connections and let’s face it, a couple shots of the party is nearly front page news anyway to see who’s talking to who… See, I’m more intelligent than people give my blonde hair credit for (I get it from my dad) and my caramel colored eyes from my mom. I’m not too tall, only five foot five inches but I work hard to keep myself in shape. I won’t lie, I like the rich things in life; shopping, eating at fancy delicious places, lavish houses and amazing cars… but dressing up in a simple outfit and going out to do simple things is nice too. Dad’s been very clear though, if I’m going to go out at night he expects me to call this cab company he runs. I humor him by doing do. He’s a good man and it’s obvious he loves me. What does he do for a job… well I don’t know actually… never asked. But he loves me, makes lots of money and when I see him, he seems happy; so I don’t really care what he does… Should I care…