[hider=Zoey Frye || The Woman Who's Trying][center][h2][color=B31212][img]https://i.imgur.com/O5xiHck.png[/img][/color][/h2]
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[sub][color=B31212][b]Faceclaim: Sadie Soverall // Color Code: B31212[/b][/color][/sub]
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[sub][color=B31212][b]Full Name:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Zoey May Frye[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Nickname(s):[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][b]Trouble[/b]: In her youth, many an adult could be heard saying "That girl is Trouble". It didn't stick[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Age:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]24. Born in August. Just before school started up after summer break.[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Gender:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Could maybe date another woman. But can only see herself getting serious with a member of the opposite sex.[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Occupation:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Waitress at Waffle House. Has worked overnight. Disappointed she hasn't gotten in a brawl. Gives extra portions to customers that aren't assholes.[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Place of Residence:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][url=https://i.imgur.com/HTSxMiY.jpeg]515 Miner Street[/url][/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Family and Close Connections:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][url=https://i.imgur.com/tbSVWjC.jpeg]Martin Frye[/url] - Grandfather and Legal Guardian | Worked the mines from a young age. Married young. Provided.| FC: Chris Cooper

[url=https://i.imgur.com/0TV6bzX.jpeg]Constance 'Connie' Frye[/url] - Grandmother | Still remembers when Magnolia's Salon opened. For now. Memory can be...a tricky thing. | FC: Laurie Metcalf

Zachary Frye - Father | Deceased. Drunk accident. He was the one behind the wheel. Lived in Kentucky. 

Katie Leigh - Mother | Divorced after half a year of marriage. Estranged is putting it nicely. As good as dead to Zoey. [/indent]

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[sub][color=B31212][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][/sub]
[list][*][color=B31212]Height:[/color] 5'5"
[*][color=B31212]Hair:[/color] Rusty auburn, under certain light it almost looks red. When working she keeps it in a low bun. Outside of work she keeps it medium length, between her shoulder blades. It is not uncommon to see her wearing a [url=https://i.imgur.com/mp3wth1.png]Cincinnati Reds hat[/url]
[*][color=B31212]Eyes:[/color] Dark Brown 
[*][color=B31212]Body Type:[/color] Zoey is on the lanky side with a slender physique and an awkward gait to her step that lacks grace. She's a heavy walker despite her frame and though she's not clumsy, she did break a fair number of plates at work before she learned how to carry plates. Her arms, while not the arms of someone who actively lifts, have the obvious signs of someone who knows how to throw a punch.
[*][color=B31212]Clothing Style:[/color] Zoey dresses like she still lives in the era of Cobain and Vedder. A lot of flannel jackets over t-shirts with faded images and jeans that have holes and discoloration from use. Her use of makeup comes across like someone who didn't know what concealer or lip gloss was until she was nineteen and even now barely could tell you the difference between liner and shadow and once thought mascara was "like that cheese right?" She's gotten better but it's low priority. She doesn't dress to impress nor does she particularly care to go hunting at boutique's outside of town for ways to be fashionable. Zoey is rarely seen without her Cincinnati Reds hat when out and about. She's had it ever since she was a kid. 
[*][color=B31212]Body Markings:[/color] No tattoos or piercings, but she does have a scar that didn't quite heal right on her face, just across her right cheek. She's had numerous black eyes and bruises on her knees. Her left arm has a burn scar that she tends to keep covered thanks to the long sleeves of her flannel jacket.
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[sub][color=B31212][b]Personality:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Zoey fucking hates her lot in life and though she tries not to show it in her day to day, it's written on her tired, bored face. Small town life is all she's ever known even before her moving to Pines Holler, but it's a lot easier to amuse yourself as a child when going down to the creek or running through the woods was an adventure on the level of the Fellowship of the Ring. Perhaps that's why Zoey has always been known as a restless, rambunctious soul. But that was then, when she was younger and could get away with things with a stern talking to and the folly of youth. 

Zoey is frustrated and aimless and has entered adulthood without much in the way of a clue or a goal. She'd always just had her grandparents to rely on and even now she still lives with them, but her lack of passion and drive has made her exhausted and confused and bottling everything up to force a smile as she takes orders and makes small talk with people who think Waffle House is the highlight of their day. She'll cuss and bluster and wonder how it is she's in the prime of her life but it feels like she's treading water. Imposter syndrome has been a part of Zoey since her arrival and it's only continued to fester. She stood out as a kid and is only now trying to blend in just because it keeps her going. Zoey will listen to the problems of others and repeat advice picked up over the years thinking it helps; after all, an ear listening and pretending to be friendly was better than nothing, right? 

At the end of the day, Zoey, like anyone else, wants something to come home to, be it acceptance or love or just a cold beer and the radio to listen to the Reds game. [/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]History:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Born in a small Kentucky town not terribly far from Louisville with a population barely over one thousand, Zoey spent a lot of her childhood going down to the creek and going frog giggin' and kicking leaves. She didn't have much, her father being a single parent working an underpaying job didn't afford her that luxury, but she didn't mind. But she also didn't realize the bottles in the bin kept adding up over time. Didn't realize the sickness in her daddy's eyes. But then, how could she? 

After the cops knocked on her door and told her, Zoey just froze up. The only thing she had to remind her of her dad was the baseball cap that he bought her on the only vacation they ever took. Of course, it wasn't a vacation for her father, it was an attempt to reconnect with his ex-wife who had moved to Ohio, but to Zoey it was a core experience. A little road trip capped off with a baseball game. She even had ice cream. After the death of her father, her grandparents took her in and she moved to Pines Holler. It wasn't like Kentucky. It seemed similar, but it wasn't. 

Almost as soon as she got settled, Zoey was causing trouble. With little to do, Zoey began making her own fun. Throwing rocks at windows to houses she thought abandoned only to find that, no, the houses were occupied and just in a state of disrepair. Getting into fights with boys and girls at the park because they wouldn't let her play or because she tagged them too hard. Stealing from the shop because she wanted candy or soda or beer. Things that started off minor only ever escalated and by the time she was a teenager, Zoey was familiar with the cops in Pines Holler and had, on more than one instance, had to apologize at a community meeting at the behest of her grandparents. Her grandparents had always been pillars of the community but any sympathy they had towards Zoey and her situation was lost shortly after her twentieth case of vandalism and destruction of property. 

It wasn't all bad for Zoey growing up. When she wasn't throwing rocks and spraying obscenities on walls she enjoyed foraging in the woods. It reminded her of home, only with less stabbing of frogs and more identifying mushrooms and enjoying the sound of leaves under her shoes. As she entered adulthood and the health of her grandmother began to get worse, the consequences of over a decade of being a menace in the Pines caught up with her. While members of the community were more than willing to look after her grandmother, many were far less charitable to Zoey which, of course, led her to seeking employment with a non-local establishment. She's tried to make up for her youthful transgressions, but bad gas travels fast in a small town and even now, three years since her last fight and destruction of property, she still gets the side eye from people. 

Waffle House is not her career, at least she doesn't want it to be, but it's all she has. And she's at a point in life where she might have to decide if Pines Holler is worth trying to stick around for. It hasn't been good to her but...neither has she been good to it. But she's trying. And that's all she can do.[/indent]

[sub][color=B31212][b]Extra Facts // Headcannons:[/b][/color][/sub]
[list][*]When it comes to the growth of Pines Holler, Zoey is upfront about the fact that she thinks it's a good thing. She doesn't seem to care about the history or customs that expansion runs the risk of eradicating; for her the only thing that matters is that growth means more opportunity and isn't the country supposed to be the land of opportunity? Her grandparents vehemently disagree with her and they've had arguments about it. Fewer these days, what with her grandmother's illness and all, but part of her would be more than a little sad if her grandparents house, her house, the house her father grew up in, was torn down. It's...complicated. But Zoey, for now, seems to welcome the idea of growth, thinking it can only benefit the town. 
[*]Is a bit of an amateur mycologist in that she can identify the types of mushrooms around Pines Holler. 
[*]Orders her hash browns at Waffle House smothered, chunked, and capped
[*]Is an avid fan of the Cincinnati Reds and if she can't watch a game during the season, she'll listen to it on the radio.
[*]Doesn't smoke, does drink but only beer.
[*]The worst thing she ever did in her troubled youth involved fire. No one died but scars linger.
[*]Tries not to swear while working. Emphasis on tries. 
[*]She's embarrassed to admit it, but she's never gone on a date, let alone been kissed. She blames the whole...'fighting and breaking shit and being a little shit' thing.
[*]Her grandmother is quite sick and Zoey just wants her to be comfortable.
[*]Has zero desire to find or patch things up with her mother. [/list][/hider]