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Name: Amelia "Amy" Thompson Age: 21 Gender: Female Ethnicity/Nationality: White/American Skillset: Acting- Amy has a real talent for it, being able to talk or 'act' her way out or in to most situations. Athletic - Having played sports Amy has a good concept of more complex motor skills Stealing- Learned from being forced to work the streets and alleys of Vandermere, seems to have a natural talent for it.

Displayed on a missing persons flyer was a happy woman with bright green eyes and chocolate mousse colored hair, this visage was splayed all over the town. After all who wouldn't notice the town's idol missing. Amelia, Amy as her friends would call her, was born in your average middle of nowhere township. Hillcrest, a little slice of heaven, at least thats what the residents thought of their small suburbia. It existed on the far outskirts of Vandermere, a large sprawling metropolis, along the western shoreboard. It had a quaint little atmosphere with its blue awnings over the shops on main street, flyers for the Hillcrest Raiders football team plastered up on ever corner, the manicured lawns and white picket fences surrounding the clandestine houses made it seem picturesque. Yet by the time Alice was 16 the town began to feel to small for her, her bored gaze often fell upon the rows of trophies and banners decorating her walls. Achievements that matched her parents, after all who would expect less then perfect from the mayor's daughter. Her tall psychic made her a natural at most sports, standing at 5'6" coupled with a lithe build gave her the requirements needed to meet her father's standards. Feeling trapt within the mundane life of sports, the thrill from the adrenaline and trips wore off long ago; Amy turned to a different outlet, one she had glanced at from afar watching the actors protrude across the stage with an air of confidence so different from that of the alpha jocks who ran the high school. Timid at first, often letting her bright green eyes trail the floor as she played with her hair nervous energy pooling in her stomach. Amy took a leap of faith and auditioned. The raptured look on the audience faces as she recited Shakespeare and Wilde was something new, a new thrill, a new craving, too see how far she could go, how far this would take her away from this town. It hadn't hit her how much she disdained her hometown until she started acting. To see actors on TV, to see the glamorous life they lead, not trapt in a dead end town, whete the most exciting thing was marrying your high-school sweetheart. There was a flyer. A bright yellow and blue flyer, sticking out from the mundane black and white of the rest cluttering the town's newsboard. It advertised an audition, Magik Studios was searching for new talent, and next weekend the audition would come to Vandermere. It was a way out, grabbing the flyer Amy hurried home, her eyes scanning the paper, her ticket out, over and over again absorbing every detailz memorizing the times and location. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she raced up the steps to her house. It's stature larger and more elegant then most of the town's homes, another perk of being the mayor's daughter. The slamming of a door echoed throughout the house as Amelia stormed into her room, launching herself onto the bed as she started up at the ceiling, replaying the hours last events in her mind. The hopeful wishing as she showed her parents the flyer asking if she could go, the shock and hurt when they shoot it down completely saying that no child of theirs was going to be some pompous freeloader on society doing nothing but recite pretty word for a camera. The hot tears welling in her eyes falling down to splatter on the flyer still clenched in her hand. She was going to go, there was little that would stop her, strengthening her resolve Amy packed her duffel bag with clothes and a few mementos, and quietly slipped out the window, making her way down to the busstop. A few months later, and a few failed auditions, she was too clean cut they said, too generic niet like the town she grew up in. Amy found herself in a downward spiral, going through stints of begging, abusive boyfriends, girlfriends, anyone that would give her a place to sleep. Her pride demanding that she'd stay in the city and make a name for herself; convinced that if she had enough money she could buy her way to stardom, she started working odds and ends jobs waitressing, singing in bars, stripping in bars, till she finally started to date Ricky Salon, a small time drug lord aiming to take over the underbelly of the city. Ricky was everything she could never get at home, dangerous, wild, cruel, controlling it wasn't long before she became addicted to him as much as she was to the drugs he sold, they were a ticket to her happy place. A relief from the wreck and failure her life had turned into always holding on to the promise that if she had the money it would be better, but all the money she earned went towards the drugs she needed and to paying for Ricky's gambling habits afraid he would leave her for someone else if she couldn't keep him happy. It wasn't long before he found a new toy and she experienced the cruel reality of heart break and the fickleness of men, finding comfort in a needle and the bottle, falling fast into a fatal spiral. She wouldve died in some back alley if not for Alexander White, the son of Don Tieri, currently ruling family of the city, also a prominent lawyer for the city. He took pity on the broken girl, saying he liked the look in her eyes, and nursed her back to help. Part of it was for information on Ricky, someone he was preparing to neatly sweep away under the rug of the judicial system. She knew that but still felt devotion to him, slowly trying to learn and find ways to be useful, whether it was gathering information or simply filing reports and papers for him. By the time she was twenty she had long since figured out that acting helpless and easy made for easier marks, often lifting men's wallets when they would help themselves to her drugs and her bed. It wasn't as bad as it used to be, no longer scared and looking towards Ricky for coddling and guidance, she had turned into a powerful young woman in her own right having several stakes in the prosperity of the Tieri Family, having slowly climb her way up the chain of command claiming stake over the gambling and whoring branch of the family. She's still searching for away to fame, wanting to do it with her own money not that gained through thievery and cheap tricks.

Psychological Profile: What was once a happy wishful girl was taken and completely contorted into another lost soul of the city then warped into a pawn for a power play before being cast back into the city scum then giving the chance to crawl back up has taken a heavy toll on Army's mental health. Several cracks have started to form in the wall of her learned happy-go-lucky mentality letting slip a cruel, cold almost curious persona as if shes searching for how far she can break someone before they crumble completely. In a sense testing to see how far along she is in that process. She still clings to the hope that by earning enough money she can become famous, that she can grace stages all over the country with her presence or else everything she's done and gone through has been pointless, and to face that reality would quite possibly destroy her very person leaving a hollow shell fueled only by the desire to pay back the Family for giving her a new lease on live. Severally loyal almost to a fault, she's not one to question higher ups unless there's a power gain possible, besides that Alexander's word is law to her, happily jumping to do his bidding, knowing that he has no real care for her but too entwined with the notion that he rescued her to care. Generally she comes across as a good natured person, seemingly honest and straightforward, she also carries a desire to help those that remind her of her naive youth.

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