Hello, visitors! How are you all? Well, I hope!
Here I come again with another weekend post. I’m trying to be serious about this, so let’s do the thing!
Today I come here with another character profile. I promise the next post will be different, don’t worry!
Today, as I did last weekend, I’ll post the profile of one of my favorite characters. Since I can’t post all of them here (I would love to, but my memory is not all that great, and I’ve had many over the years), I’ll select the ones I love the most and share them with you all.
Content warning: This story deals with loss, mental illness, possible incest and (attempted) sexual abuse. You have been warned, proceed at your own risk.
Name: Abigail Thames
Age: 28 years old
Appearance: I tend to use Sienna Miller as her representation. I once wrote a younger version of her, and the depiction for this one was Kirsten Prout.
Personality: While my previous character is very private and kept to herself, this one is as open as one can be. She’s gregarious, generous, and always looking out for other people. Her main goal in life is to support others – family, friends, strangers, it doesn’t matter. If anyone needs help (or if she has decided that they do), she’s willing to offer it.
Family: Parents (deceased), adoptive brother, Yakim Thames, alive, had an unborn daughter last time I played her.
Significant other: Currently none, since she’s not being written. On her last installment, she was involved with her adoptive brother.
Abigail was born into a wealthy (old money) family. Her father spent most of his time traveling for work, and her mother stayed at home with her, even though this was not the life she wanted, and it showed. From an early age, Abigail knew not to bother her mother, and became very self-sufficient early on in her life.
When Abby was six, her father brought a baby home from one of his trips. He had named the child Yakim, upon request by the boy’s mother, who had died in childbirth. He told his wife and daughter that they would take the baby in and raise him as their own.
The reactions were vastly different. Abby’s mother was upset, while Abby was delighted, and fell in love with the baby right away, promising she would take care of his every need.
And that she did, as her mother was basically indifferent to the baby. Despite being so young, Abby managed to care for her new little brother. She would feed him, keep him clean to the best of her ability, and keep him with her whenever she was not in school.
As she became older, and so did he, she taught yer little brother how to walk, taught him how to talk (his first word being an attempt at her name), and kept on protecting him as much as she could.
Her time with her brother wouldn’t be too long, though. When Yakim was six, Abby’s father took him to study in his mother’s home country, where he could be educated as she had planned. As there was a great distance between them, communication for the following years was only through letters, and then phone calls when the boy became older.
That was the state of affairs for the next twelve years. Both of Abby’s parents passed away (her father in suspicious circumstances, and her mother killed herself not long after), and she tried to move on as well as possible with her life, going to college, and then devoting her life to taking care of her home and helping others who needed her services – with out without payment.
Keeping such a busy life, Abigail hadn’t properly forgotten all about her brother, but he had become just a thought in her mind, until he came back home, now as a man.
She tried to love him as she had before – with the pure love a sister would offer. But things got derailed quickly into a different kind of love. She was still interested in keeping him happy and safe, but there was no pretending he was still that little boy.
Once their relationship solidified, and he moved away into a ranch for work, she moved with him, as it wouldn’t make any sense for her to stay in a different home all the time. The ranch was big enough, near enough to the city that she could drive there, and there was plenty for her to do.
Life in the ranch was happy and peaceful until a young man was taken in. He was injured, and didn’t have a home to go to, so Abby automatically fell into her usual maternal role. She fed the boy, helped him get cleaned up and showed him to a bedroom where he could sleep, as she was the one in charge at the moment.
Being alone with her in the house, the boy started getting ideas. He broke into her bedroom – her lover wasn’t in the house at the moment – and tried at first to convince her to sleep with him. As she didn’t want to – obviously -, the attempt turned into a chase through the property, ending in a river somewhat far from the house, where he tried to drown her into submission.
Things were on that point (note: this was probably the most difficult scene I have ever written, to the point where I had to go to bed feeling ill after it – no regrets, though) when her lover, coming back from somewhere and – thank her lucky stars – passing nearby, heard her scream for help.
The next scene was also a pretty tense one, as the two men ended up battling it out to the (boy’s) death, which, obviously, created a mountain of legal problems, trauma for everyone involved, and just a huge mess (physically and metaphorically) to be cleaned up.
The legal mess was still being cleaned up, and Abby had shortly found out the baby she got pregnant with not too long after the event was a girl, but, sadly, the roleplay fizzled out and died before the whole situation could be fixed.
Oof, that was a long one. I think I may have gotten a little carried away, but Abby is one of my favorite characters, if not my all time favorite. She’s just got such a great personality, and is so open and bright, even after all she had been through in life. I really miss writing her, but, sadly, my latest attempts haven’t been successful.
Who knows, I might get lucky one day. Or, with the amount of emotional weight this lady carries, she might be better off as a sweet memory.
Oh, well. I think I’ve written enough for a day, eh? If WordPress is not lying, I have hit over 1,100 words. That’s well enough for a post, so I guess I should wrap this up here.
Before I go, though: if you have any questions, suggestions, or want to tell me I’m insane (who knows?), the comments are here for that!
Many blessings, and see you on the next post!