Abigail Harlow, wrongly referred to as Abigail Lockwood

17

Female

High school student - Part time waitdress at the Salem Diner (Weekdays:Evening Shift)

A short, scrawny woman with pale blonde hair which reaches a little ways down her spine. Abigail’s nose is small and tilted upwards a little; she has dark blonde eyebrows, flawless teeth and thin lips to give her a bright and dazzling smile. Her eyes are the most notable feature - deep blue, exuding warmth. Abigail’s body is frail and flat - she has pale skin, bony wrists and small extremities. She’s almost entirely flat-chested - an A cup on a good day - and she has a multitude of faint nicks and scratches along her elbows, knees, hands, ankles, and feet. Standing at 5’2, she’s hardly an imposing figure.

The predominant trait that Abigail has is undeniably her energy. There isn’t a single movement that isn’t lively and animated; she exaggerates, yells, gesticulates, skips, jumps and fidgets her way through life. She has this childish playfulness and a very optimistic outlook on life that allows her to rarely take things seriously and compels her to do what she wants regardless of what other people may think of her. Couple this with a painfully short attention span and it becomes obvious why Abigail seems to always be the one neck-deep in trouble.

Perhaps it’s this natural flair for being at the receiving end of a good scolding that’s made her into a sympathetic individual, capable of understanding the underdog and every so often pausing to lend a hand here and there, but don’t get lured in by these moments of kindness - her default mode is ‘asshole’, and she learnt it from her asshole friends. She’s thick-skinned and takes an insult by throwing another, nastier insult in return or just generally getting pissed off. You’d have to do a lot to make her cry, even more to make her cry in public - which brings us on to her next charming trait. She’s dogmatic, stubborn to the point of making that pretty little face of hers seem temptingly punchable. Once she has an idea in mind there are very few who have the ability to make her stop and consider her actions.

Of course, it would be a bit too foolish to think Abigail hasn’t learnt anything from her mistakes; she’s a deceitful, disingenuous little shit too. She keeps what she knows to herself and hoards just as much gossip as she does freshly-polished cutlery, using those tidbits of information for blackmail material, insult ammunition or components in whatever devious scheme she happens to be planning at the moment. When she needs to be, she can be serious and she certainly doesn’t boast about her cunning, often masking it up with a generous helping of jokes and playfulness.

In short, a very cheery, upbeat and mildly eccentric kid who’s learnt enough in the back-alleys of the city to hold her own when she needs to.

Two legs and a dick.

Her memories start with one of those cheap toys you get out of a cereal box, the smell of stale cigarette smoke, and the TV running the 24hr news in the dark. Abigail grew up in a shitty apartment and her early childhood consisted of fuzzy impressions and the general feeling of apprehension and uncertainty; she doesn’t dwell over what happened aged 0 to 9. Late one evening in November, her life suddenly burst into colour and sound as the police sirens pulled up outside her door and the men in blue ripped through her home and arrested her parents. She offered one of them her cereal box prize.

Life got way more interesting after that. Abigail started talking with some of the cops who took her parents; she trailed around after one of them in particular as he sorted out the papers for her to move to a cleaner (but still undeniably shitty) foster home nearby. The official sentence on her biological parents was the possession of illicit substances, and Abigail got used to the reality she probably wouldn’t see them for a long time fairly quickly. Besides, the foster home was much bigger than her old place and she met a load of kids she hadn’t seen at school before. The first couple of years  sliding across the linoleum in her socks and getting to watch proper cartoons in this bigger, better living space were pretty enjoyable...but the allure faded pretty quickly. What was the point of staying cooped up in another building 24/7 when there was so much more that she could explore?

After being shunted into a government foster home, Abigail drifted through her life. She failed her classes, went out past curfew and hung out with people she should’ve avoided. After being put into juvenile detention for 6 months due to shoplifting, A close relative decided to privately foster her in his home. Even with the extra guidance, Abigail continued to struggle in school and couldn’t hold down a part-time job.

Verona was a last-ditch effort. The move wasn’t permanent, but the city held too much power over Abigail and she needed to be completely cut off from her old life if she had any chance in succeeding academically. It took longer for her to make real friends and she got a job in the diner as a waitress, but she still harbours a sense of alienation when she goes out past curfew. It wasn’t HER life, the kids here felt too sheltered. Too middle-class. It felt like she was on holiday for a very long time.

All she had to do was pass her exams and get an internship somewhere. Easy enough, right? Even though she was a bit of a trouble-magnet, Abigail was certain nothing exciting was going to happen in the small-town capital of the middle of nowhere.

Poor kid hasn’t even realised she’s got a superpower yet.

Unoticeability

Mastermind

The ability to shift a person’s perception so they are unable to register Abigail’s presence.

CCTV/infrared or any other forms of technology will be able to detect her. Her thoughts are not masked. At present, loud noises that she makes are easy to detect, and she can only consciously go unnoticed for a short period of time.