Amelia “Lee” GravesEthnicity:
Divorced. She thinks.Previous (Or current) Profession:
Con woman/Card shark
Amelia wears glasses, though she doesn’t need them. She often finds that people are more trusting of a bespectacled woman. All of her tattoos are on her lower body because they can be easily covered up by leggings or pants. Besides, most people aren’t looking at her legs anyway. A successful con is all about being forgettable.
Competitive to the core, to Amelia, there’s nothing more intoxicating than the spirit of competition. Brazen and thrill-seeking, she’s in constant need of excitement, the sort to go looking for trouble if it doesn’t find her first. She doesn’t drink, though, not anymore. She prefers to lose her inhibitions on her own, somewhat levelheaded, terms.
A nomad, Lee doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long. Her career choice doesn’t really allow for putting down roots, so forming bonds and lifelong attachments isn’t on her To-Do List. Her first rule of thumb: never get serious. It applies to any situation. Don’t be baited or riled up by the smart mouth cop. Don’t start dreaming about the cream-colored house on the corner with the picket fence. Don’t ask that hunky construction worker out for coffee.
She’d never describe herself as selfish, but a girl’s got to eat, and her hazy morals aren’t above swindling some poor sap out of his gas money to grab a burger.Background:
Being born to a set of grifter parents is never a good sign and, more often than not, it’s an accident. Amelia came to terms a long time ago that she wasn’t planned, but it was just like her parents to adapt to any situation and turn it into another way to make money. People were always more willing to help out a starving child than a starving adult.
But she never starved. She never went hungry. Not a day in her life. The ragged clothes that hung off her frame, drowning her in dingy fabric, were bought that way. Three sizes too big. Her mother cut them up. Her father dragged them through mud and grease. Lee learned how to play a role at an early age and now, coming up on thirty, she isn’t quite sure if she knows how to just be herself. Where does the acting stop and Amelia Graves begin?
At eighteen, she did what any girl usually does. She fell in love. Had a shotgun wedding at the local town hall and marital bliss ensued for a few months. He’d started off as a con, needing a bit of extra cash to make it the East Coast. It didn’t last long. Amelia started to get the itch. Her then-husband made enough for the both of them; it wasn’t as if Amelia had any applicable job skills anyway. But the domesticated life wasn’t for her. She took off in the middle of the night and sent her husband papers the next week. To her knowledge, they were signed and stamped. Truthfully, she never bothered to check up on them, but out of sight, out of mind.
Amelia hadn’t planned on staying very long in Glenside, just a couple months to put some significant cash away, but it had been that time of year where the flu season starts. Being sick meant she couldn’t work. You can’t charm the pants of a man…or woman, if your wet cough could be heard down the block. She stopped in and got her yearly shot. Her parents had always been adamant about keeping up with one’s health, even if they were criminals.
Simply put, that shot knocked her on her ass. Lee couldn’t remember the last time she felt so awful after a flu shot. Cold sweats, fatigue, and she was reasonably certain that she started hearing things. Almost a week later, she was fine, though the voices still echoed in her ears. They were disjointed and different. A man’s voice reminding himself to pick up dry cleaning. A woman’s voice ranting about her boyfriend’s failed anniversary plans.
At this rate, Amelia might be tempted to have herself committed. Symptoms:
Telepathy: SL - 1 - Ability to hear snippets of thoughts randomlyHobbies and Interests:
Games of any sort, whether watching or observing. Crowds and social activities; Amelia thrives on the energy of others and it’s always fun to people-watch. She’s also a collector of tokens, specifically symbols of luck and, more often than not, she always has one on her. OOC Ons and Offs:
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