Amelia's Profile & Storylines;
The Basics
Name: Amelia Jane Wright
Nickname: Called Amy by many
Birth Date: September 10, 1970.
Age: 38
Occupation: She runs her own veterinarian office, and holds a clinic
and therapy session for sick or traumatized children, using trained dogs.
Salary: $110,000
Character: Goldilocks.
Abilities: None
Tale Status: Amelia has done her best over the years to stay out of the Tale community. She is fairly certain that Goldilocks won't be forgotten in her lifetime. Recently, though, she has started making aquaintances with the Tales of New York City.
Age of Realization: 20
History
Somewhere between January and February, 1970, a young fifteen-year-old and terribly frightened Miss Patience Thorpe came to the conclusion that she was hopelessly pregnant. Unaware of who and where the father of the child might be, she hid the knowledge from her parents and friends with the use of large sweaters and the hope that she would not show. The daughter of a strict, Catholic parents, Patience found herself unable to seek out an illegal abortion, and on September 13, gave birth to her unwanted daughter. Unsure of what to name her, she chose Amelia, after a childhood friend. Two days later, unknown to her parents, Patience put her up for adoption.
After floating through the early foster system for two years, the young Amelia found luck when she was adopted by the perfect American family. Henry Wright, a thirty-nine-year-old lawyer in Vermont’s DA, and Martha Wright , a pleasant thirty-year-old housewife. Six months later, with a new last name and all the legal papers signed, Amelia Wright was moved from Albany, New York to the suburbs of Burlington, Vermont.
It what was considered a miracle when the Wrights had a biological daughter of their own just a year later. Jennifer Wright was born on December 10, 1972, after years of belief that they could not have children of their own. It became evident to Henry and Marty that their two daughters were inseparable, when Amelia chose to share her room with the newest member of the family, and was further proven when Jennifer’s first word was Amelia.
Through the age of eight, Amelia was a fun loving and imaginative girl. The family’s frequent trips to the park close their home were always filled with story telling, hide and seek, and fights over the swings. She colored on the walls, drew pictures in the dirt, and super-glued her hands to anything she found interesting enough to attach herself to. The girl with bouncing brown hair had a penchant for walking unannounced into her neighbor’s house and staying for breakfast, for only they knew how to make her oatmeal right.
On April 27, 1978, Jennifer died, taking most of Amelia’s imagination with it. Henry Wright had been late coming home from work, and though the two young girls had begged her to take them to the park, Martha refused to budge until he got home. Although it was Jennifer’s five-year-old mind that suggested they sneak to the park while their mother cleaned, Amelia blamed herself. Denying her sister’s wide brown eyes and puppy-dog expression was impossible, so she agreed.
A half an hour later, in the middle of a innocent game of Hide and Seek, things took a turn for the worse. In an attempt to catch her sister, Amelia climbed one of the park’s many Oak trees. After securing herself on the same branch as her sister, Amelia did her best to coax her to come down, promising to give her a head start in return. After several minutes of persuasion, Jennifer complied, but with little luck. Amelia, caught in a gust of wind, lost her balance, and thinking she was reaching for a steady branch, knocked her sister out of the tree. The fifteen foot fall proved to be too much for the younger Wright, and she would not wake up, much to the distress of her older sister.
The dreams and sleepwalking started a week later. Her nightly walks would bring her to Jennifer’s room, where she’d nestle under the covers of her sister’s bed and wake there in the morning. Henry and Martha, already distressed over losing one child, refused to lose another. Afraid that nightmares would drive their remaining daughter mad, they chose to send her to a psychologist. Dreams, plagued with storybook bears and little girls, trees, and unhappy endings were merely labeled as feelings of guilt. The doctor believed that somewhere, deep inside, the young girl remembered the years before her adoption and felt that by the death of her younger sister, she had intruded upon their lives.
Later in her life she would rotate between various psychologists, eventually forgoing the visits when she hit her high school years. Sleepwalking grew to sleepless nights, and sleepless nights grew to chronic insomnia, leaving her with the hollow feeling of exhaustion.
As time moved on, Amelia became oddly introverted. The dreams haunted her nights, and she got stuck in a rut. Amelia spent her high school years studying. She only had two friends to speak of, preferring to be socially inept. At least then she could limit her disconcerting desire for perfection to inanimate objects...not people.
After high school she attended Saint Michaels College in Colchester, Vermont. There she took a premedical program and snatched up a second major in psychology, along with minors in Russian Studies and Sociology. Although her social life did not improve in college, her desire for perfection in others dwindled into a slight longing. Her picky nature and sarcasm at the expense of others only gained her a few friends, but her drive landed her the respect of those who worked with her. It was in her Junior year at St. Michaels that she learned that she was Goldilocks' reincarnation. The news was the last missing piece of a puzzle of her troubled past, it seemed, and the sleepless nights began to disappear, allowing a much needed change in Amelia to occur.
The change was too late, however, to save some aspects of her life. Martha, Amelia’s adoptive mother, had already given up on her daughter, becoming inevitably estranged and unwilling to reconcile differences. With this heavy knowledge, Amelia found herself avoiding her parent’s home in Vermont, much to the despair of Henry, who still loved his daughter. Amelia chose to attend higher education away from her parents, in hopes to make a newer and better life for herself.
After college she attended Auburn University's College of Veterinary Medicine, where she became a veterinarian and met her future husband, Jonathan Shawl. Jonathan, a charming politician in the running for US senator, proved to be oddly compatible with the changing Amelia. Before the wedding, that is. During the next five years of her life, she was exposed to a marriage that was full of faults, discomfort, and a morally crooked and shockingly manipulative husband. Playing her for a fool, Jonathan had multiple affairs, the knack for verbal assault, and the illusion of control. Deciding that she’d had enough, Amelia divorced him, not caring that it was in the middle of his campaign, and happily distanced herself from him permanently.
At thirty-two, and newly divorced, Amelia excused herself from a Veterinary practice she shared with a friend and moved to Albany, New York. On the outskirts of the city, she started her own small, veterinarian practice with hopes that she could just get by. With the support of her new friends, and still loving father, she managed to stabilize her practice and make it flourish. As her office grew, she settled down in Edgewood, Albany, where politics and children ruled.
At thirty-five, with the hopes to help children who had experienced traumatic events and illness, Amelia put her Psychology major to use. In addition to her Veterinary office, she opened a clinic in Albany that used trained animals to help children relax during therapy sessions. Knowing that she would have benefitted from such a program, Amelia settled into the role of a workaholic, spending her Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at the clinic helping the children, all on top of her already hectic work schedule.
Now, at thirty-eight, and by choice single, Amelia continues to live in Edgewood. Another sad chapter of her past has ended with the death of Martha, and as sad as it has made her, Amelia has been able to go on with her life without any new emotional damage.
Always finding time outside of work to be the ‘babysitter’ of the neighborhood children, she claims she might as well still be an insomniac...for surely she does not have time to sleep. But, she is happy, or chooses to live under the pretense of happy, and wouldn't want things to change for the world.
There is one little problem: things are changing. With the newest reincarnation of Papa Bear across the street, Amelia finds herself unable to remain steadfast in her belief to be alone. Her attraction for him, it seems, goes deeper than just a bowl of porridge.
Personality
Amelia’s personality has shifted drastically more than once during the course of her life: from darling little girl, to prideful perfectionist, to a pleasantly sarcastic pretender. There are many excuses for this: her sister's premature death, her marriage, and the realization of her tale.
-The Surface-
Her manner of speech is well paced, witty, and-if provoked-sarcastic. It is clear when speaking to her, that Amelia enjoys a good battle of the wits, often pitting her knowledge against those around her, and her ability to twist the words of those speaking to her. Upon meeting her, one might feel insulted by the way she cleverly snips at the way they act or the way they speak, but most simply see it as an endearing quality, preferring to think of her snark and sarcasm as her form of humor and not anger.
There is an introverted air around her that screams of years of isolation. As a very private person, she doesn’t keep a large company and won’t find the time to make new friends. This being said, though, she holds her acquaintances in high regards, dishing out equal amounts of her sarcasm and the occasional ear to rant into.
She appears self confident, shoulders back, back straight, and chin never down. Her eyes are always alert, never downcast, and she wears an amused smirk that can be mistaken for arrogant and smug. Amelia remains dignified in regular talk, refusing to indulge herself in seemingly random outbursts of high spiritedness, and if small talk becomes a full blown discussion, it becomes clear that she has had more schooling than one should ever want.
When she’s angry, it is something completely different. She becomes defensive, bitter, and the use of her sarcasm and twisting of words becomes vicious. Amelia has been known to hurt those arguing with her deeply, bringing up things she has observed about them that they do not want mentioned or acknowledged. When the tables are turned, however, and she is the one being bombarded with angry character analysis, the smug smirk always returns to her face, accompanied by a sardonic laugh and the expression of indifference...usually marking the end of an argument, and on some occasions, a friendship.
-The Truth-
While her love and desire to test the knowledge of others and enjoy a good banter with them is deeply rooted in the truth, Amelia’s sarcasm stems from something else. She has learned through the years, that when acid is applied to words, arguments, and insults to receive laughs, those who hear it frequently simply forget that it is what she really feels. It becomes easy to say what she is feeling with only the slight chance of the person with whom she is speaking to actually take great insult. In fact, she considers herself quite the coward, hiding behind stressed words and a smirk instead of simply telling others how she truly feels.
The solitary air she gives off is a defense mechanism. Through her marriage with John, she had been subjected to media coverage that made her toes curl. It had taken every ounce of her power, every influence she had, and a strong will to keep her unhappy past from being uncovered and given to the voters of New York on a platter. It is a past she does not wish to share with many people, and because of that, she shies away from those who ask too many questions and friends who want to understand her. Instead, she hides behind the thinly veiled lie that she wishes to remain alone, and that her past holds no interesting detail to be spoken of. Such a wish for privacy has made her truly believe the lie and has made her ignore the pang of sadness when, at the end of the day, she returns to an empty house knowing that the only person on Earth who truly understands her might never exist.
Her confidence, so believable and damningly arrogant, is merely a facade. Amelia’s earlier life had been riddled with psychological tests, therapists, insomnia, and depression. With the knowledge that came with being Goldilocks, she was able to convince herself that she had conquered all of her insecurities, put them behind her and moved on. However true that might have been at the time, it did not last. Her marriage to John was horrible at best. As a politician he proved to be charming, wise, and generous to those he wished to sway; but at home he was manipulative, cold, and inevitably...straying. By the time she had woken up and smelled the roses, Amelia’s confidence had dropped to dismal levels, leaving her to pick up the pieces after her particularly nasty divorce. It’s been seven years, but she finds herself facing the anxiety that maybe, just maybe, all the damning things he’d whispered to her at night were true.
And the worst transgression, that sardonic laugh, is something she wished she would have never mastered, but cannot do away with. How else is she to hide the hurt? How else is she to hide the scars? If someone can so easily pinpoint her weaknesses and flaws, how else is she to pretend that they are wrong? The answer is simple: there is not another way, unless she wishes to confide in them. But confidence in another is a scary concept to her, because she’s not completely certain that she knows the entire truth about herself...or if she really wants to...
-The Child-
There is one faucet of her personality where Amelia finds peace, and that is in the childish forgetfulness and ignorance of her Tale. Though she is certain that Goldilocks was the intended villain of a story created long long ago, she believes that the connection to the little girl with curls is the small saving grace of her life [and therefore does not mention it to others].
And how exactly does this connection help her?
Amelia lives in the small but notorious neighborhood of Edgewood in Albany. The street, run by housewives and men with degrees far bigger than their names, is also run by something else. Children. And these children, without giving an explanation, flock to her. Considered the neighborhood babysitter, Amelia gives an hour or two a day of her time to allow herself to be dragged into various games of tag, hide and seek, and kick ball. Why, you might ask?
Because, she can simply forget to pretend.
And that, she hopes, is enough.
Goldilocks
Amelia finds it interesting how discovering she was the reincarnation of Goldilocks set her emotions straight. It explained the dreams that plagued her as a child and helped put an end to them, making her greatful for the knowledge.
In the past she distanced herself from everything fairy tale, though, and strove to never make contact with those who shared her own, afraid of how they would treat her. Recently, however, the truth about how Tales are disappearing has made her curious. As well as her own origins and how they seem to play such a large roll in her life.
While striding in to other's homes, eating their porridge and sleeping in their beds in not an every day desire, Amelia finds herself prone on fraying other mortal and Tale nerves. This art of driving people crazy use to be fun for her as a young adult, but now that she has matured, she tries her best to play nice.
Like the true Goldilocks, when caught in the process of doing something she ought not, Amelia runs. In her past lives this meant robberies, kidnappings, and if she thinks hard enough, several occasions where intruding actually paid off for the other person. In this lifetime, though, her intrusiveness is caring. Whether it be for the animals she is housing or for the people she argues constantly with, she cares a little for everyone. If caught, questioned, or ridiculed for such acts, the first thing she does is pull away, hide in her shell, and run like she's dodging three angry bears.
Appearance
Height: Roughly 5'8"
Weight: 130
Build: Slender with healthy curves.
Hair color: Dark brown and long.
Eyes: Dark Blue
Style: Amelia’s style is laid back. She loves a good pair of blue jeans
or corduroy pants with a plain black or red fitted shirt. On the job she’s
seen with a lab coat, professional wear, and a smile.
Misc
Likes: Apples, oatmeal, warm water, the perfect fit, blue eyes, clocks, Autumn, Winter, chocolate chip cookies, children, hazelnut coffee, old book smell, fountain pens, lavenders, foggy glass, rain, wild flowers, bubbles, cheesecake, sheet music.
Dislikes: Decaf, hot tea, cold oatmeal, cereal, rocking chairs, palm trees, weeds, long nails, coconut, sand, eggs, Tide, white clothes, bleach, weddings.
Turn ons: Wit, intelligence, dry humor, warm/dry hands, muscle, honesty, codependency, blue and green eyes, stuble, practicality, discretion, persistence.
Turn offs: Lewd humor, cruelty, manipulation, wide-eyed wonder, strong cologne, beards, indifference, stick men.
Status: Single and divorced.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Speech: Unaccented and intelligent.
Soundtrack
Storylines
A Poison Tree open. m/f
This is the one Tale that Amelia doesn't get along with, and doesn't wish to.
Years have made them bitter foes. They could easily ignore one another,
but find that continuing the row is simply more...enjoyable.
You Fit Into Me open. m
It seems that Amelia has an admirer, although she'd prefer not to.
This charming man is rather better as a friend, a distant friend, one
who doesn't bother her. The thought of 'seeing' him makes her cringe.
Daylight Robbery multiple openings. f/m
Neil McLaughlin
In the jumbled mess of life and Tales, Amelia allows herself
the company of a few friends. For nights out on the town, phone calls,
dinners and chats.
Surrendering
David Fisher
This lifetime's Papa Bear lives just across the street from her, and while there
are no desires to barge into his house and eat his breakfast foods, Amelia finds
herself undeniably attracted to him. But not all aspects of their Tale have been
forgotten...with the scorn of her past marriage and David's political work, Amelia
is giving David a good chase, willing for whatever relations he poses but not unwary.
Hide and Seek
Layne Hebron
Proof that fate can really be so cruel. Currently unknown to her,
Layne is her half brother, son of the mother that gave her up for adoption.
Through odd circumstances and his desire to find her, they will
become quite the pair, between bickering, pranks, and making up for lost time...
but, of course, that will come in the future, along with the truth of his fading,
and the fact that she will ultimately have to bury a second sibling.
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