Looks good! I hope you don't mind, been working on a sheet these past few days:

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Name: Abigail Flint

Appearance: 
Abigail is a lean, flat sort of woman with a short bob of blonde hair. Her features are angular and she's a fan of high waisted trousers. When she's out on errands, she'll wear any old thrift shop attire and has a collection of grubby clothes for exercising. Her eyes are a pale blue shade that makes them look wide and piercing, giving the woman an eerie intensity. She has a few scars scattered all over from a rambunctious youth.
 
Age: 26

Occupation/ Cover: Police Deputy

Public Goals: Abigail is looking to settle into rural life. She's hoping to get by and do some good in the town, carve out a decent living for herself and maybe find herself a nice man while she's at it.

Private Goals: Abigail's loyal to the ex-detective. She doesn't give a crap for O'Connor county and wants to wrestle her way out of the sticks and back up the career ladder.

Personal History: 
Abigail grew up as a bright and ambitious child. She had high hopes for her future; her sights set on judicial law and becoming an attorney. Unfortunately life doesn't always go the way you planned and academia wasn't her sort of thing. Growing up in and around Illinois, she moved to Chicago when she was around thirteen and found the change in atmosphere to be a bit overwhelming. Money grew tight and the accountancy firm her dad worked in was starting to go under, leaving her mother stressed and dismissive to Abigail's achievements. The kid couldn't keep up and, anxious to avoid breaking her parents' bank account, was quick to take on any sort of work she could qualify for. Thankfully she took up a job as a cop when she graduated high school and helped save up enough money for a cheap apartment closer to the station, bringing the family cat with her for company.

Her first few months were spent as a glorified receptionist. She was ridiculed and belittled for being a woman and so fresh to the force. It was a demeaning change of pace from what she had imagined and left her dispirited and alienated from her peers. She often considered calling it all in and taking a job as a clerk or something similar...until she started to notice discrepancies between the salaries of her co-workers and the shiny new toys they could afford. Ever the little sleuth, Abigail started trying to inch her way into the boy's club and unearthed the corruption within - bribery, taking cuts from organised criminal families in the city, looking the other way during suspicious shipment of cargo. Before she could even begin to think about how to dismantle this apparent failing of the system, she was promptly requested for by Detective Boscom.

Boscom had kept Abigail under close surveillance when at work and made sure she made it home okay in the evenings. His stern command left her little wriggle room to address the growing corruption of the police force and for a while she was convinced this was some sort of deterrent to keep her out of the way. As she started to get to know her fellow deputies and through her conversations and performance reviews with her boss, she was gradually convinced that the Detective had reassigned her for her own safety. Indignant at the patronising treatment and still blissfully naïve to the dangers of her job, Abigail grew frigid towards her superior and kept stubbornly digging into the involvement of the Mafia. The more she tried to investigate, the shorter the leash became - soon she was essentially a personal assistant to the detective and worked right outside of his office. She'd catch him once or twice, leering at her through the blinds. Making sure she fell in line. In defiance of her circumstances, she persisted.

During her third year in the force, Boscom relented. He started to give Abigail field training and pointed the little do-gooder out on patrol with some of the other officers. Abigail took well to the legwork and enjoyed feeling like an actual cop, even though her first instances of assault and violence rattled her. When she started bringing in felons with drug possession charges Boscom actually started listening to her. What started off as a rocky and strictly professional relationship was now turning into something a bit less formal. He began advising her on how to behave, who to talk to, who to avoid both in the force and out of it. Within a couple more years he was asking for her council. It turned out that Boscom was an honest man in a dishonest job, toeing the line between puppet of the Mafia and protector of the people. Abigail learnt that things weren't so black and white. She, too, learnt not to kick up a fuss when a known murderer walked free within the week. There were plenty of times where she could have stopped, protecting herself and her family. She felt like she was at least making a difference as a cop - especially when she took a look at trials in the courthouse and the dealings of lawyers. She made friends with her co-workers and had a healthy social life beyond work. Her visits home were scarce due to the hours and the pressures of the job. 

Eventually Abigail was becoming too sharp for her own good. Being an accessory (and an instigator) to Boscom's tampering with confidential information, she was transferred to O'Connor county at a moment's notice alongside the detective. This threw her off guard; she barely had enough time to stop her lease, move her belongings back to her parents' house and figure out what to pack. The houses out in the country were above the miserable pay she was going to get - no doubt a move to try and separate the protégé from the mentor. Vindicated after years of the mob pushing her around, Abigail agreed to pay cheap rent at the house her boss had lined up just to keep working her way back up the ladder.

Notes: Abigail's history is recoverable through the Chicago Mafia, though she wasn't exactly a person of note. She's known for her efficiency and energy, often working late hours to get things done. Too sceptical and astute for her own good from time to time. She likes to rollerskate.
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