Task Six: Putting It All Together In A ProfileName: Abigail Ritz
AKA: Abby, Ritzy
Current Age: 17
Appearance:
Bright red hair. It is not the most defining or noticeable tribute among the sometimes odd appearances the citizens of Delmor are known to have, but it is one of the more noticeable features of one Abigail Ritz. In addition to the eye catching color, her hair is long, down to her back, and mostly manageable. Abby also has large green eyes that can brim with girlish delight or fill with dismay. Her skin is fair and sprinkled with freckles, especially her face, where freckles gather thick on her checks and lighten as they get closer to her nose.
Abby carries herself confidently, standing straight and holding her chin up. The only time she really slouches is when the halls in school get crowded, because she finds it easier to maneuver through a throng of people that way. She smiles at most people, sometimes even muttering out a hello, and tries to at least look approachable and kind.
Her fashion sense mirrors her attitude; laid back and casual. Abby's closet is full of jeans, jackets, and t-shirts of various colors, fabrics, designs, embellishments, and sleeve lengths. She also has a collection of odd hats, such as one that looks like a little octopus on top of her head and a knit cap that has all the phases of the moon around it, though the hats usually never see life beyond the front door because of Abby's fear that someone will try to ruin or steal them. Her wardrobe also includes a couple pairs of comfortable sneakers and accessories such as hairpins and simple jewelry.
Costume: She doesn't really actively fight crime at the moment, so a costume isn't very important to her.
Primary Power: Abigail has an innate ability to basically defy probability. In a rash of gunfire, as long as she moved to avoid getting hit, she would come out clean as a whistle, in terms of bullet holes, at least. If there is a possibility that she will survive something, it is almost guaranteed she will survive it.
Secondary Power(s): If she so chooses, Abigail can temporarily modify the luck of another person, causing either a particularly devastating deficit of luck or a surprising abundance of it. She can also affect the severity and length of this modification, the severity being as low as finding a dollar on the ground to as high as dodging a runaway bus careening down the street.
Weakness: Obviously, her power is limited to actions that are probable. She can't blink her eyes and make a bullet turn into a nice fluffy penguin plush toy, as awesome as it would be. There is no possible way it could happen and thus, no possible way for her to make it happen. Aside from that, the typical things that can fell a normal person will pretty much do the job in dispatching her as well, as long as she doesn't see it coming
Personality: Abigail is laid back and easy going. She tends to go with the flow of things in her life rather than making her life more hectic by stressing over every little thing that she can't change, since she gets enough stress at home. Her attempts to take things in stride have led Abby to develop into someone who is rather disorganized and messy. It doesn't bother her if something isn't exactly spotless or if her schoolwork is perfectly organized. She can usually find what she needs, so she doesn't see much of a problem with her organized mess, as she has dubbed it. The only thing Abby really stresses about is big school projects, such as essays and presentations. She isn't stupid, quite the opposite in fact, but she does get nervous about talking in front of large groups of people and is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to schoolwork.
She doesn't embarrass easily and doesn't really care what people think of her, so she does what she pleases and tries her hardest to be true to herself. She does have enough sense and respect for people to not be purposefully obnoxious or rude, most of the time, but makes fun of things that she thinks are ridiculous, as most people do. While not witty on a regular basis, Abby has had a few moments of ingenious little quips and groan inducing puns, though neither really annoys people, since those moments are usually few and far between.
She is very open with her power, mostly because it's something that usually isn't attributed to her and doesn't get her much attention. After all, people don't have a lucky streak and proclaim that they were smiled upon by some girl with a special power who sits next to them in math class. She also tends to see herself as more of an annoyance to people who like to cause trouble rather than a full blown, crime fighting, justice protecting superhero.
Biography: Abigail Ritz grew up in the southwest, an observer to the chaotic spectacle that was her parents' marriage. They had married young and traveled as they pleased for a while before settling down near some blossoming cities in the desert areas of the country to carve out a life together. She was raised through her early years by her father, David, though his near constant involvement in her childhood affairs was more by his distaste of becoming another pencil pusher in a cubicle than by choice. Her parents were married and her mother, Tiffany, was alive; she was just busy bringing home the bacon for the family as an editor. It was a tolerable way to live. Her mother gave her attention, when she wasn't running around late to work or ready to collapse into bed after dealing with people all day long, and her father was there to be her obligatory hero.
As Abby started grade school, the very odd relationship her parents shared began to dissolve as her mother gave birth to another child, a boy named Scott. Her father pushed to be free, aching to live without being tied down to one place. It took a year, but he eventually flew the coop, a free man once more. He hasn't stopped for very long since then, according to the various postcards, letters, care packages full of souvenirs, and even emails Abigail has received from him over the years. The dust had barely settled from her father's departure when her mother decided a change of scenery was necessary.
The change of scenery took them to Boston, where Tiffany worked her heart out to provide a stable life for her children and to put the past behind her. The quick change was difficult for the entire family. Most of their belongings ended up in a little storage facility while the family of three lived in a little apartment in the middle of the city. To help lighten the burden, Abigail's grandparents did move to the apartment as well, taking care of Scott, since he was still just an infant, and Abby after school. They brought a calm and stability to the home that was so desperately needed. With their help, the family settled in nicely to their new life, and things appeared to be going quite well. When Tiffany was comfortable with sending Scott to a day care center, Grammy and Grampy returned to their little home outside of the city to be visited often by the family.
After two years of working in Boston, Tiffany met Andrew Welsh, a friend of a friend, at a holiday party. It was an instant chemistry and a quick connection between the two. When the holiday hubbub wound down, a few drinks one night turned into a dinner a few nights later which turned into more nights out together every week or so. The next two years was a flurry of dates, introductions, and a slow acceptance of Andrew into their lives. He became the father figure in Abby's and Scott's lives. Two years of dating led to Andrew and Tiffany tying the knot in a little ceremony for the whole family, which included Andrew's son Paul.
About a year later, two more members joined the family; Cody and Courtney, an adorable little pair of babies. However, it became quite noticeable at that time that an apartment was no longer going to cut it. Once both Andrew and Tiffany were back at work and making enough money to allow some savings to be done, the great house search began. That search lasted a whole four years before they found the perfect home on a little islandinsula of Delmor. The adults saw it as a wonderful place to raise their family and still be able to do work, though they wouldn't be commuting every single day.
It was on one of the last days in Massachusetts that changed Abigail's life in a nearly imperceivable but wondrous way. She was at a carnival outside of the city, spending some time with friends before moving. They dared her to go on some spaceship shaped ride that spun around to pin people to the walls. Nauseating, but Abby accepted the dare anyways, figuring she might as well humor her friends for the last time.
It started out pretty normal and was actually kind of exhilarating, until, at the peak of the rides' revolutions and G-force generation, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky and struck the ride... and nothing happened. Through the ensuing commotion of making sure all the riders are okay, officials find that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the equipment of the ride and no one is hurt at all. It's hailed as a miracle, and Abigail leaves Massachusetts without a second thought about the incident.
Shortly after arriving in Delmor, however, she finds things to be a little off. Abby is constantly finding money on the ground, and not just paltry amounts. She finds 20, 50, and even a few 100 dollar bills, just sitting there on the ground on her way to school or walking around the neighborhood. She fell out of a tree a few weeks after settling into their Delmor home, and stood up with barely a scratch. It wasn't hard to realize that something was not right. Testing her luck, Abigail started making dumb bets with her brother. She bet that awful baseball teams would win against a star-studded line up of players. She played craps with him for fun, and could not stop winning. It was almost unreal how lucky she had suddenly become.
In the ultimate test of luck, Abigail took a trip to the mainland with her mother. While her mother was occupied with something, the very fortunate teen decided to test her luck with traffic. If something weird was going on, she would live. If not... well, she hoped someone had very good brakes on their car. Abigail waited for a moment when cars could move, and bolted out onto the street. She dodged cars to her left and right, nearly getting clobbering in the side with rear view mirrors, and getting honked and yelled at like the insane girl she was. However, she made it to the other side, unscathed. From then on, she was untouchable by almost any ill luck. It took her months of experiments to figure out that she could actually project this luck modification onto other people as well, and she's been practicing with her little luck changes ever since then. She tends to imbue her powers upon whoever she feels like helping or debilitating, her decision being based upon the impression said person puts forth. For instance, someone sticking a gun in her face will most definitely not be on her happy good luck list.
Abigail has been in Delmor for two long, crazy years. Her mother is on the mainland most of the time, dealing with business and coming home when she has a day or two of free time, while her stepfather stays home and holds down the house. Andrew works from home in his spare time, not that there is a whole lot of that in a household of four children, five when Paul comes to visit when he feels like it. For reasons quite obvious to anyone who spends more than five minutes in the house, Abigail tends to keep away sometimes. When she's not at school, the high school senior is usually out and about with a few friends, taking advantage of somewhere nice and quiet for homework and thinking, or working in her oh-so-very exciting and glamorous job as a cashier at the Stop&P.
Goals/Motives: At the moment, Abigail just wants to live her life and maybe try to make sense of why she has the silly power that seems basically useless compared to heroic antics from movies, comic books, and even life in Delmor.
Vices: Abigail tends to suck on her hair when she needs to concentrate, no matter where she is. She'll often have a lock of hair tucked between her lips during an entirety of an exam in school. Telltale signs of nervousness with her are constant nail picking and lip nibbling, even a bit of deep breathed sighing and a little talking to herself under her breath.
Other: She has a large, orange and white short hair tabby cat named Todd, and she often talks to him when she's in her room and no one is, hopefully, listening. Abby is also terrified of heights. The mere thought of them makes her knees turn to gelatin.
DONE!
I CAN SLEEP! >.> I told myself I wasn't going to sleep until I finished the profile today... of course, I didn't realize that it would take as long as it did...
Probably shouldn't have played Pokemon for those few hours...