F u l l N a m e ? Presley Iris Floyd

N i c k n a m e s ? I've never been given one.

A g e ? Twenty-Three

H o m e T o w n ? Chicago, Illinois

S e x u a l i t y ? Sapiosexual

R o l e ? Worker- Rumor Spreader / Cover job is personal assistant of sorts (like an intern, gets coffee for people, etc)



P e r s o n a l i t y ?
Who is Presley Floyd, the quiet girl who stands in the corner and is very rarely acknowledged? Very few people have cared enough to wonder about this, and fewer still actually know the young woman who seems so easily dismissed. Presley has spent her entire life as a wallflower, the person who has never been bullied because she was never deemed noticeable enough to target. Eventually the young woman came to accept this fact, that she is to forever be blending in with the wallpaper, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she likes it. To begin with the deep and move towards the surface, Presley is secretly terrified of fading away and being completely forgotten by the world around her. Every time someone ignores her, it chips a little bit of her away, and each lack of acknowledgement only cements the fear that she will disappear. To her, people's lives are measured by their interactions with other people- if no one has anything to remember you by when you are gone, then what was the point of ever being alive at all? Of course, that piece may be the atheist inside of her- Presley has never been the sort who could easily believe in higher powers, dismissing such things as tales used to comfort people and give them an excuse for the bad things that happen in the world. It isn't her style to push the blame onto some celestial force which she has never seen, heard, nor otherwise had any indication of their actual presence. Despite this fear of fading away, the girl never reveals a desire to be noticed, acting as though she has completely accepted this stage in life- after all, there are perks to being a wallflower. She sees things that others don't, and understands those things. Given that her interactions with others have been somewhat limited, she has the tendency to use these assets of her station to her advantage. A life of being ignored has instilled in her the belief that one must fend for themselves, because it would be impossible to try and help everyone. If you reach out to save two people who are falling, neither will live- this is a typical phrase that she lives by, knowing that one cannot remain indecisive and still expect some sort of picturesque future for their life. As one may have guessed by now, Presley is a pessimist of sorts as well, rather mistrusting of others and unlikely to reach out for certainty that she will be rejected. The only people who have ever truly acknowledged her are her parents, after all- besides that, no influence has ever taught her to be brave in the face of others, in fact past experiences have only turned her off of the idea of attempting to engage others.

Now, the thing which makes her invisible to others is nearly impossible to pinpoint, for it isn't even due to a particularly shy or demure nature. She is fairly pretty and extremely intelligent, with valid points to make on many subjects. She isn't perfect, by any means, but isn't so mundane as to be deemed as nothing more than a piece of wallpaper. Perhaps she simply lacks that factor which makes someone easily recognized by society, having no obvious distinction that would set her apart from the crowd. Instead, she is completely forgettable. The girl speaks only enough to get by, believing in the conservation of words just as others believe in the conservation of energy or food. Perhaps it is in this that the problem lies. The girl seems to waste nothing, everything she does is efficient and effective, at least typically. She is not mute, and therefore not easily deemed strange, but talks far less than the average person might. If there is nothing to say, she isn't going to try and force herself to continue aimlessly chattering like some mindless person desperate to fill the empty air. Every move and word is calculating and rich in impact, though they are few. The woman herself, afterwards, is incredibly calculating and ambitious as well- she is a very bright girl who can see multiple possibilities as though they were drawn out before her, due to an aptitude for observation. She knows what to say or due in order to make things happen- she just doesn't know what to do in order to get people to notice her, and has stopped trying on that subject. This observational capability does mean that she can be of great help from time to time, not necessarily cruel despite the barriers which she holds up for the sake of protection. If she does help others, it is through small and untraceable actions. If one must tell someone that they did something to feel good about themselves, then what is the point at all? That is her philosophy on acts of kindness, anyway, and so nine times out of ten no one even realizes that she was the one who left a piece of chocolate at the desk of a girl with low blood sugar, or a smiley face button on the locker of the boy who needed to cheer up. Her actions are small and almost cheesy at times, but have a profound impact. That is the benefit of never being seen- the person can fool themselves that the one whom they truly wish had helped them was the one who did it. Of course, Presley isn't particularly warm in the few times when she has become engaged in actual conversation, being atrocious at small talk because she doesn't understand what must be said in order to keep things going. Luckily, people don't usually interact with her, so this flaw goes unnoticed.


H i s t o r y ?
Chicago is a city of millions of people, all rushing here or there, though it is not so famous as New York in regards to business. The city has a culture to it which cannot be forgotten, and a spark all its own, that windy city. There are book fairs and festivals such as 'the Taste of Greece', and schools which may vary from fantastic to completely miserable, all based on the area and the children, though no rules can be completely applied to anything. This is the city in which Presley Iris Floyd was born, born to parents who were always very vocal and opinionated, and yet completely devoted to each other despite regular debates on many different topics. If one never argues, after all, tension will only grow until it blows up and destroys the marriage. Yes, Presley's life was one of normalcy, born into a middle class family in the suburban part of Chicago, zoned for an average elementary school. Her parents were rather loud, and so she took a turn for the opposite, ending up being a rather quiet child in order to level out the volume of their medium-sized apartment. Despite not being particularly vocal, the young girl was very intelligent, something noticed by her parents early on. Her mother made the decision to start Presley's education early, as she was still too young to enroll in public school, and eventually this continued as a homeschool life for the first half of her young life, taught by her parents. There weren't very many children on her block, and they were all much older than Presley, so she didn't really get much of that crucial interaction in the beginning of her life. It didn't help much that her parents had only recently moved to the area, and therefore didn't have any friends, let alone friends with kids. Presley really only ever knew her parents and one or two children from the viola lessons she took, which eventually went on to be playing in a children's orchestra. She didn't really see a problem with not knowing many kids, of course, but her parents did begin to worry when they realized that their daughter only really had one or two friends, and even then wasn't incredibly close with them. Deciding that a public school environment would do the young girl well, they enrolled her into the local public school about half way through the sixth grade year. The school had already formed cliques, and it wasn't the type in which new kids were an anomaly. Instead, she ended up kind of knowing people, but not being easily noticed. She sat slightly off-middle in each of her classes, not called on because she was in the front but not supervised because she was in the back. Even the teachers didn't always remember her, for the girl had a slightly soft voice and didn't talk a lot anyway.

At first this transparent nature terrified Presley, who had this childish fear that she was going to simply fade into the background until she was a 2D girl, like the Flat Stanley she had read about. There was a group of girls whom she kind of hung around, therefore not considered a complete loner and therefore not notable, but they hardly knew her. It was strange in that way, for Presley could identify things about most of her classmates, yet they continued to mess up when trying to remember her name. At best, she was someone who could be counted on to let others switch out with her so that they could be with their friends, at worst completely nonexistent. Eventually, she did something which was incredibly sad and incredibly hopeless- she stopped trying to be noticed. She still feared greatly that she may disappear, but the young woman also knew that nothing she did would change anything or get people to notice, and so she began to focus more on her studies and her viola. It was a lot easier to pretend that everyone was okay, and the only sign otherwise was her development of kleptomania. She never told anyone she was stealing anything, and was never caught, so the problem was never brought to light in a way which may reveal her secret desire for attention. However, that is most likely why the issue developed- a silent problem, just like everything else about the forgettable girl. Because she had little else better to do, Presley simply studied, practiced or read when she got home. Because of this, her grades were quite good, and she earned valedictorian. Of course, when she went up to make a speech, a murmur passed through the crowd. Who is she? She's the one who beat out Richard for the title? I think she is in my Physics class. Was she always smart? I don't remember. That last line was the most common and, had she heard it, would have probably hurt the most. But Presley gave a speech that was surprisingly brilliant, sharing in all of the experiences and hills of high school years. Everyone was shocked at how much they could relate, with the exception to Presley. For those stories were not hers, that joke or that emotion wasn't something which she had really taken part in. It was theirs. And that is what made the speech so brilliant- her lack of experience allowed herself to write the speech for everyone else, based upon what everyone else did and said. No one would remember who told that speech, but in future rememberings of graduation, they will stop and think of the speech itself, reaching out blindly to try and guess who said it, though only to fail, filling in names that don't quite match.

Honestly, university went rather similar for the young woman, who went for a double major in journalism and advertisement, two subjects which she had always been fascinated by. A life of watching had given Presley an interest in how things work, people or otherwise. Journalism was a way to combine both the observation and expression of human psyche, and so she chose it over psychology, while advertising was a hidden talent of hers.. After receiving her degree and going through four years of anonymity, the girl received an entry level job as an assistant at a promotional firm in California. At some point, a director came to the firm to promote his new show and briefly mentioned a secondary show within it, commenting that they needed people to stir things around. Presley applied under the guise of furthering her skills in the subjects she had studied, but perhaps just wants to be near these people who leak charisma and practically force people to notice them, in the hopes that some of them may rub off on her. Not that the quiet but calculating girl would ever realize, let alone admit, this.