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[center][color=#ade384][h1][b]Abigail Harlow[/b][/h1][/color]
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[h3]"Every now and again you run into a brick fucking wall."[/h3]
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[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Abigail Harlow[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Nickname} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Abi[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]18ish? She lost count.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Sexuality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Standing tall at five-foot nothing with a shit-eating grin, a mane of messy blonde hair and inquisitive periwinkle eyes is Abigail Harlow. She is scattered with little scars, nicks, scrapes and bruises that seem to shift about on a daily basis. Spends most of her time outdoors but suntans seem to fade away the moment she steps inside - not even a freckle she could boast about, making her look a bit like a shut-in when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Her physique is best described as ‘gangly’ - packs of muscle here and there but skinny as a twig regardless of whatever she eats. No piercings, no tattoos; she knows she’ll mess them up eventually. A few of her toes are bent at a funny angle after she broke them and didn’t get them set properly.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Clothing Style} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Thrift-store fashionable. Everything is second hand, torn up, patched up and washed out. It might not be necessarily due to the fact that money’s tight but more because she’s always ruining her outfits that she never really bothers to buy anything that could vaguely be considered ‘high quality’. All her money goes into a good pair of trainers - she owns several, each at various stages of use.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Likes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Running around.
Climbing things (it makes her feel tall).
Wry, sarcastic humour.
Trying to do new, exciting and probably dangerous things.
Plasters, but particularly the colourful ones.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Dislikes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]The A&E, or Brimstone’s equivalent - she is well acquainted with the staff in there. A bit of a regular. She hates every minute of it.
Being bored, staying still, or anything to do with idleness.
Assholes that aren’t charismatic.
Alcohol and drugs.
The cold.
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[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Fears} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Drowning.
Being alone/abandoned.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before.

She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is younger, weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most.

You'd think that someone as sociable and friendly as Abigail would be a model student, but it's far from the truth. The best way to describe it is that she's inadvertently bad; she tries so, so hard to be the loveable rascal of the town and most of the time she pulls it off, but there's just this indiscernible something that's been ingrained into her psyche and she constantly fights it. It's the reason she won't touch drugs, the reason why she becomes so ruthless when she's drunk. It's why her temper is so short and it's why she'll cross the line every so often with her insults. It makes her big smile seem fake sometimes and it gives her the unnerving, almost predatory gaze of a hardened criminal even though she claims she's never done anything worse than shoplifting.

With this hindrance, it's no wonder that Abigail shies away from trusting others and keeps closer to her uncle instead. It's why everyone is just friends with Abigail and nothing more. It's almost ironic; most kids her age are busy trying to rebel against the system and live a free, uninhibited life; Abigail's doing her damnedest to be a good neighbor. She just doesn't have the part in her brain that should mention when something's a bad idea before it becomes a retrospective thought.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {History} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Abigail’s time before Brimstone is kept reasonably vague for privacy purposes, but from what the rumour mill has managed to scrounge up she left the city in a hurry. She showed up with Brooks Lockwood from ‘the big city’ when she was around 16 years old and very clearly kept whatever happened between her and Brooks. It took her a while to settle in but when she did, she immediately made friends and surrounded herself with people. She knew everyone, and everyone knew her; but when it came down to it, nobody was really her confidante, her best friend above all else.

School was a difficult transitioning period - she was the asshole that always called our inappropriate things in class but also sucked up to the teachers. Even then, she hardly got a good grade because she couldn’t stand taking the time to actually study. She went out a lot instead and her recklessness was the cause of many an accident as she grew up. The only ‘odd’ part of her school life were the occasional ‘long weekends’ that she and Brooks would take for vacation, always coming back in a solemn and (in Abigail’s case) openly hostile mood.

As her antics started to burn a hole in her allowance, Abigail took scattered night shifts at  the Drunken Skunk as a waitress. When she isn’t at work, cramming homework or snatching some sleep she’ll wander around town and help out the locals, or get herself into trouble with friends. Whichever happened first.[/indent]

[color=#ade384][b]|[u] {Other} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Abigail doesn’t know how to swim.
Abigail doesn’t drink, smoke, or take drugs. When subjected to intense peer pressure, she explained that it’s better for everyone if she kept it that way.[/indent]