DEIRDRE WORTHINGTON
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || They/Them/Their's
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xxxxx|| Age || Twenty-Three (23)
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xxxxx|| Role || The Freelancerxx
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xxxxx|| Birth-place || Stockbridgexx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5' 6"
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xxxxx|| Build || Average, but toned
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xxxxx|| Scars || Deirdre has a long scar that runs along the left side of their neck
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xxxxx|| Piercings || Deirdre has a single septum piercing, and one in their left ear
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xxxxx|| Tattoos || One is on their right forearm, left forearm, top of right forearm, pelvis, and back tattoo
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xxxxx|| Likes || Egregious amounts of alcohol, Getting drunk/testing out new drugs, Mystery movies, Criminology, Forensic science, Photography, Old polaroid cameras, Their 'job', Leather jackets, Hookups, Flirting shamelessly, Animals
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Burnt smell of coffee, Black Liquorice, overtly bright colors, Stereotypes, Mainstream Pop music, Overly long movies, Period Films (can't stand History), People uselessly arguing, Waking up early, Loud and abrassive people, Being bothered, Snobs
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xxxxx|| Quirks || Has a pen that they are often seen clicking when lost in thought, Tends to hum to themself whenever they're preoccupied with something
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xxxxx|| Fears || Arachnaphobia, The overall and general intense fear of spiders. It can be anything small such as the presence of a spider causing a small scare, to the very thought and notion of an arachnid that can result in an irrational response. Deirdre is no different. While their fear of spiders is rather minor, as they wonāt freak out at the thought of at least one, the idea and presence of multiple spiders causes a shiver to go down their spine and on occasion, even make them sick if Deirdre focuses on the prospect for too long. Thantaphobia, The intense fear of death or dying. It's a relatively complicated phobia. Many, if not most, people are afraid of dyingāsome fear being dead while others are afraid of the actual act of oneās life coming to an end. And Deirdre lies within the latter. Deirdre knows death is a course of life, and can accept it. They know one day their life will come to an end, and Deirdre's aware of that. But the thought of them actively having to pass on from this life is one of the few things that genuinely haunts them. Especially if their death is meaningless, and if they didnāt accomplish what Deirdre set out to do in the first place.
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xxxxxAt first glance, Deirdre is oftentimes noted as being distant, awkward, and somewhat cold. As if their very eyes are scanning you over and dictating every little mirco-movement, every way you hold yourself, the way your facial features move and twitch as you speak. Taking into account how one presents themself, Deirdre observes in a skeptical manner. And in truth, that is just the case. Over the years, Deirdre has had to develop a need to study and observe others' actions for their own well being and essentially their survival, at an incredibly young age. Due to this, they have a tendency of coming across as guarded and walled off. Only allowing people to see what Deirdre wants them to see.
And typically, that side of them is the colder, cocky, more arrogant asshole-ish side. The one that is known for quick rebuttals and sly remarks. Who is also willing to shut someoneās shit down and chew them out with no remorse if the right buttons are pressed. Which, oftentimes is the case.
Deirdreās known for looking at things with a logical eye, and an open mind. Often taking into account anything as being possible, which often gets them called insane or crazy. Deirdre knows how others view them, and they aren't shy from stating their views and beliefs, even if it causes some weird looks and judgement from others. They've grown all too accustomed to people judging what they donāt understand. And Deirdre is one who is often misunderstood. Beneath the colder, walled off exterior, lies someone who is just far damaged and hurt by others and past experiences; Deirdreās had no choice but to form walls and harden their heart.
Very few people get to be able to break through it, and get to see the scared and confused person Deirdre actually is. While they are indeed a fighter, and loyal to those they deem necessary, to an absolute fault, Deirdre will not go down easily. Deirdre will do whatever it takes to fight for not only themself, but others. Deirdre is a firm believer not only in the whimsical and supernatural, but the underdogs. You probably wonāt find a more loyal and dependable person to be in your corner. Deirdre may have a sharp tongue and short fuse, but their loyalty knows next to no bounds. But that isnāt to say it canāt be lost. It very easily can, and when it is lost, best of luck regaining it. As Deirdre doesnāt forget anyone who has done them wrong or dirty, and will oftentimes return it right back in full.
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xxxxx|| Puzzle-Solving || Due to their intense memory, Deirdre's ability to piece things together is above the average personās. Some are naturally more difficult than others, but as long as it is an image or text based problem, Deirdre can typically find a way to uncover it in the end.
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xxxxx|| Observation || Even when it seems that they're not paying attention, Deirdre is carefully taking note of everything around them at all times. Even if they are engaged in something else, their ears are usually left on alert, especially when others are speaking.
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xxxxx|| Mechanic-Work || Deirdre has spent a large portion of their life working under the hood of a car, and due to that, they are rather skilled with a set of steady hands & sharp mind.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Loyal, Deirdre is undyingly loyal to those they see fit and have even got into otherwise unsavory situations due to it. Quick-Thinking, Deirdre is always thinking ten steps ahead of things, and thus they typically have a back-up plan, or two.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Short temper, Deirdre always had a short fuse for people's bullshit. And will easily chew them out with little provocation. Oftentimes needing to be physically pulled back before things become physical. Morally-Obtuse, Deirdre's ways of handling things can be considered morally grey and questionable at the best of times. They have little issue with having to resort to morally darker things to get what Deirdre wants or needs. Especially if it ensures their and otherās survival.
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But as the years went on, things became worse. Especially after their mother, Carmin died when the twins were only seven years old. No one knew exactly what the sickness was, some sort of respiratory sickness that came in the swiftness of night, and after a few months, she was gone. Deirdre and Ezra were then looked after by their father. Who gave the twins nothing more than a roof over their heads. They had to fend for themselves in practically every way. But in a small town like Stockbridge, things were looked over and dismissed. And that was all they knew. Deirdre took the responsibility as the older twin all too seriously, looking after Ezra more than themself, giving him theirportions and rations of food because he needed it more than Deirdre did. And it went on for years.
Deirdre was the older twin, it was their job to be the protector and one to keep things in order. Much to their brotherās annoyance at times. Deirdre was always more of a fighter than him anyway, just about anyone knew that. From the school fights on the school grounds with bullies or just the typical asshole. Deirdre would come back from school with ripped clothes, a few bumps and bruises. And occasionally a broken bone or hand. But theyād be damned if they let people walk over them or their brother, just cuz they were seen as less due to where they came from. As it wasnāt exactly private knowledge of their home life being broken. And from what friends the twins did have, they were few and far between. Mainly due to Deirdre's protective, guarded, and somewhat jaded persona they had formed over the years.
For years, Deirdre did what they could to keep their brother and themself looked after, but as time went on, things became all too clear. They needed out. Out of Stockbridge and of the life they were living. Little did anyone know what their plans were, but one day, the Worthington twins were just gone, and their father, Xavier, was declared dead by the county sheriff. No culprit was ever apprehended, but the cops did have their suspicions.
A possible break-in went wrong, that left the father dead, the kids had been kidnapped. At least that was their theory. But, the law enforcement didnāt know what actually happened that night. Deirdre had come home from a late shift at the local mechanical shop, to see their father passed out drunk. They made a snide comment just in time for him to have woken up and heard it all. An argument broke out between them, like it always did. Things were thrown and people were pushed. Deirdre didnāt exactly understand what happened at first, all they remembered was that they were pinned against the wall by her father and there was yelling. And suddenly it all stopped as they felt something warm spray across their face. Everything was in a blur after that. Deirdre remembered Ezra saying something about having to leave. They quickly got what they could take with them on foot, and left. Never to be seen again. Taking the truth of what happened with them that night.
They spent the next few years traveling, using the train routes and train tracks to keep on a set trail. Knowing as long as they stayed among the trails, theyād eventually find a town. As the years went on, more people began to join the group. It started out as just two, and ended with five. They were a family of train hoppers who relied on each other for survival. It was them against the world, and it was the most free Deirdre ever felt. But it wasnāt easy. Living out amongst the wilderness with no set direction made life incredibly dangerous, especially for a group of young people, but they made it work. And things did work, as over time, members of the group found proper work. Deirdre and one of the others, Aaron, had started working in an auto shop in one of the towns they ended up, where one other member of the group, Shiloh, worked as a waitress in a diner. Meanwhile Ezra and Shilohās brother, Colby, did freelance work. The group continued to stay together, and life was looking up for them, until tragedy struck.
"There was a terrible car-accident that took place outside of a small town known as Lowell that left four out of five young adults dead, and one badly injured." is what the papers read anyway. But what Deirdre had seen out there, it wasn't just an accident, like the papers reported. They weren't there and they didn't know what Deirdre witnessed that night, and the only other ones who did, were all dead. Why was Deirdre still alive, yet their brother and friends weren't? That's what led them coming back to the small town of Stockbridge. Deirdre needed time away from things, and what better way and place to disapear, than Stockbridge? No one bothers anyone there and you could do as one pleased.
Deirdre had been slowly restabalizing their life within the past two years since they arrived back in town. Only a handful of people genuinely know who they are, and that they used to actually live in this small town. Especially since it had been so long, Deirdre appears to be rather different than they used to, more mature and aged, and they've been keeping their head low and out of most public eye. At least that was before the night where they spent the night binging at the bar, only to find most of the town gone. Which has only left Deirdre having not only regrets about coming back to Stockbridge, but now more questions than they ever had before...
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