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Henrietta "Henri" Emily Reeves.
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
Female.
𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱
December 1st, 1989 (Twenty-Seven).
𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
American. Southerner.
𝓔𝓽𝓱𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂
Caucasian.
𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓲𝓮𝔀𝓼
Southern Baptist.
𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
Mechanic.
Works at Grizzle's Mechanic Shop.
𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
Henrietta Reeves looks like she stepped directly out of
Big Fish – she’s a Southern belle on the surface and tends to look the part. Her jaw is sculpted and defined and her lips perfectly pink and silky, with a strong cupid’s bow and a plump bottom lip. Her cheeks are rosy and her skin glows, sun-kissed and pinkish. Large eyes are framed by long lashes (which may or may not be glued on, but you can’t prove anything!) and are a dull blue-grey color that starkly contrasts with the rest of her. If you would be so kind, please ignore her sloping five-head and Cruella de Vil-esque eyebrows that dash upwards and give her a particularly angry appearance.
Henri is particularly tall, towering over most girls she knows, standing at a height of 5’11”. When she was a kid, she was rather gawky and awkward, not really knowing how to work her height; but, by the time she was in high school, Henri was more confident in her height and adopted a more relaxed and languish gait. Her posture wasn’t lazy or slouched, but she never hurried or looked harried. She’s not very luscious when it comes to certain assets, but she does possess an attractive curve of her hips and strong legs that could squeeze a watermelon into two. Henri is overall toned, from years of cheerleading and gymnastics.
Henri has a wide-range in the style department, not wholly relying on a certain look. Her style can range from pretty scoop necklined dresses that end at her lower thigh with a thin brown belt to blue jeans and flannel. She wears minimal makeup, though she likes to have long lashes and a little bit of lip stain. Her blonde hair is usually in a messy bun and off her neck, but in the rare times its let down, it’s usually wavy and ends below her collarbone.
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Gymnastics. After years of doing cheerleading and gymnastics, Henri has tumbling and flipping and parallel bars down pat. Though she never won a national competition, she brought her team to the competition and that's something considering how small the town is. Henri is very flexible and versatile, able to jump high off the ground and into a herkie. Her specialties are in the gymnastics category, Henri is proficient in all things parallel bars and balance beams!
Mechanics. Growing up, her family was religiously against calling a mechanic to fix their problems. There's nothing like a good slap of duct tape or a rigging of rubber bands to fix that problem right up! In the face of doors unhinged, jacked up plumbing, and malfunctioning heater systems, Henri eventually self-learned the basics of mechanics - and, afterwards, took it upon herself to learn even more through
wikipedia trusty, reliable internet sources and
youtube informative tutorial videos.
Shooting. Though perpetuating Southern stereotypes is the last thing Henri wants to do, she is, reluctantly told, very good with a gun. Well, mostly it is with aiming as she has done well with a bow and with a slingshot, though nothing else. However, her preferred method is a nice hunting rifle. She doesn't really like to hunt animals, but here and there she's okay with taking down a buck and cooking the meat to dip in delicious store-bought honey. Usually, Henri's go-to shooting targets are tin cans and beer bottles (though she cleans it up afterwards, Henri isn't about that littering life).
𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵
Finding things. Henri has the uncanny ability to locate missing things - it's not some supernatural ESP or anything, but rather when she's purposefully looking for something, she becomes particularly observant. Not only that, but she is able to perfectly picture what she has done throughout the day to retrace her steps to find things - as well as deducing where the most logical area for it to be placed. Many friends have called her to look for something missing.
𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮(𝓼) 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷
English, with a Southern twang.
𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
Ignoring problems until they go away is Henri’s favorite hobby. She’s a strong advocate for avoiding responsibility while it’s possible. It certainly shows in her personality – impulsive, carefree, and more than a little
careless. On one hand, Henri’s fun-loving nature is refreshing; but, she also doesn’t think of the consequences of her actions and how it affects others. Perhaps it’s because of her lack of foresight that Henri is more than a little
emotionally manipulative – not in the villain, “oh she’s going to trick you for fun” kind of way, but more so in that she tends to guilt-trip people into doing things with her and is a master at pressuring her peers. Henri has gotten her friends in a lot of trouble after dragging them along into her shenanigans.
According to cheerleading stereotypes, Henri is either a bitch or peppy – she’s the latter. Generally speaking, Henri is very
playful and
blithe. In relation to this cheerfulness, Henri is obviously the glass half full kind of person – ever the optimist, Henri rarely uses her time to think of sad and negative things. Seriousness doesn’t fit her well – whenever there’s a serious matter at hand, Henri tends to feel awkward and would rather avoid such a topic and other deep conversations. Many may think she’s shallow since she would rather keep things light instead of talking about personal, meaningful things. That doesn’t mean Henri is ignorant of other people’s feelings, she is a
sympathetic person and definitely feel for other people when they go through trying times, she just isn’t able to communicate it in a way that doesn’t come off as blasé or dismissive.
When it comes to academics, Henri isn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch – it’s not to say she’s incredibly stupid, because her common sense is perfectly intact, but school-taught subjects confuse her and she can’t quite grasp them. Half of her lack of learning in high school could be attributed to her
hyperactivity that prevents her from concentrating on one thing for more than five seconds, but that’s just speculation. She’s not completely without smarts, as she has a knack for all things mechanical – specifically cars, but it can extend to other things as well. Henri can be witty and sarcastic here and there, but it’s mostly friendly banter and her humor isn’t dry at all. Henri can be rather
resourceful as well and is willing to make do with what she has.
Generally, Henri is a fun time to be around! She’s a
brave one and it manifested in her teenage years as a “wild one” and she still is, in some ways. Jumping off of cliffs, dealing with a rattlesnake, escaping an alligator, taunting a shark – and riding on a unicycle lit on fire – Henri has many tales to tell about her brave stupidity. Her fearlessness is a direct product of her
determination and
bullheadedness. Henri very rarely has turned down a dare, and definitely not a triple dog dare, as she always feels like she has something to prove to her friends. Along the same wave, Henri is very stubborn when she takes a stance on something and seldom can she be talked out of it. Her stubbornness has caused her grandmother many heart attacks in the past. Henri can be very
confrontational and tends to face opposition with aggressiveness and arguments. To say Henri is protective of her friends sounds like something straight out of a mary-sueish novel, but Henri does have a
maternal kick in her bones and is a
ride or die bitch. If her best friend asked her to help her bury a dead body, Henri would – reluctantly and with a lot of questions on her lips – come with a shovel in one hand and gloves in another. Of course, her ride or die attribute has often led Henri down the wrong path when she attempts to help her friends, and she is easily weakened by temptation. Much of her life has been dragged into drugs and other illicit activities because she happened to befriend the wrong people and couldn’t say the word ‘no.’ Though, as much as she might want to blame others, she has no one to blame but herself.
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
It was December 1st, 1989, when she was welcomed into the world and cruelly placed in Maggie Reeves’s arms. The only thing about the moment was John Reeves, Henrietta’s father, brushing back the few strands of hair she had and looking into her identical blue eyes.
Her parents had met purely by chance. Maggie Reeves was a native of Daylily Beach, the birthplace and hometown of Henrietta, while John Reeves was from a much bigger town near the tip of the peninsula. John Reeves’s car broke down when he came through, and it was love at first sight – though Henri had many doubts about her family, she never doubted that. After marrying, John moved into the small town with Maggie.
Despite their many problems, the Reeves family was able to go unnoticed in the community until the resident town asshole, Benjamin Buckett, was shot in his hunting cabin when Henri was three – he was her grandfather, and it caused the family to pop on everybody’s radar. Many then began to whisper about Henri’s “behavioral problems” in daycare and the stressed silver hairs John was prematurely growing. The local gossip-detectives particularly locked-in on Maggie’s struggle with addiction and her incapability of taking care of Henri by herself.
Growing up, Henri mostly had to rely on her father to take care of her. He was the one who got her up in the morning and made sure she was fed, he signed her field trip forms and got her to the dentists, bough presents and threw parties. Meanwhile, Maggie Reeves watched from a distance and Henri always had the distinct feeling that there was a window between them that couldn’t be breached. Part of her resented her mother for it, the other half just wanted some acknowledgment – no matter what she did to get it.
Academic achievements didn’t help much in gaining such attention, so Henri turned to acting out. No matter how much she acted out, though, she never got her mother’s attention – only skipped dinners and time-outs and angry parents over their children’s scraped hands and scuffed knees. Maggie just ate her dinner and watched the TV. Eventually, Henri became too much after accidentally leading to a kid breaking his arm on the playground, and John decided to put Henri in gymnastics class – mostly to give her somewhere to focus her energy, but also to prevent her from going to the playground too much. She ended up liking gymnastics a lot – like
a lot. It became an outlet for her, like most sports are for kids, and she’d use it to let out her anger. After gymnastics, Henri got along much better with kids – but her grades were embarrassingly low.
A lot changed for Henri after her twelfth birthday, three months afterwards to be specific, March 17th to be even more so. That was the day Henri received the news that her dad had gotten into a bad car wreck and he was in critical condition. John Reeves died a week later.
To make up for the absence of her father, Henri threw herself into gymnastics and cheerleading. When she wasn’t at school or tumbling, Henri took care of the house: getting up, making her mother was still alive, cooking breakfast, making sure her mother was still alive, going to school, walking home, making her sure her mother was still alive, etcetera etcetera. The usual childhood tribulations, heavy sarcasm applied. Though, most of her hard work in keeping her mother went to waste, since her mom robbed a liquor store and shot the cashier after her finger clenched due to nervous trembles. She was thrown in jail, officially locked up, and Henri was hauled to her strict grandmother’s house at the edge of Daylily where she spent her days hanging with an old dog named after booze.
Really, it’s a marvel Henri made it into high school. And, when she did, she became the stereotypical small town blonde cheerleader that everybody knew and was on the more popular side. Minus the queen bee stereotype bitchiness that Hollywood teen comedies made up, of course. Her high school career ended pretty quickly when she was impregnated by James Naxer, an underachieving kid that lived next door to Henri since she moved in with her grandmother and was her subsequent high school sweetheart. When she was sixteen, she pushed out a girl who she named Daisy and dropped out of high school to take care of her.
Ironically, after dropping out, taking care of Daisy was the last thing she did. Of course, the first year was spent with Daisy – though most of the work fell onto her grandmother’s shoulders – and with her beau, James. However, it wasn’t long before James shirked his parenting duties, or whatever of it he was doing, and cheated on Henri with some girl at his school. Heartbroken isn’t the greatest excuse for packing up her clothes and running off to Miami in the middle of the night, but it’s the excuse Henri gave in the letter she left with her grandmother and, subsequently, her kid. In truth, Henri wasn’t as heartbroken as she believed, just overdramatic and young and stupid.
In Miami, Henri descended into the last person she wanted to be – just like her mom, her life became enraptured with drugs and alcohol. When drugs are mentioned, it is not just marijuana that Henri had consumed in some shape or form – she did the hard stuff too: cocaine, heroin, acid, but never meth. Eventually, Henri lost the small apartment she bought with money made from fixing cars and waitressing, and she moved in with a couple of friends in a trap house. Those unfamiliar, a trap house is where drugs are sold and profit is turned. Henri’s life had become one of addiction.
It wasn’t a lonely life, though, as Henri found a friend in one of her roommates, Star Monroe – a very obvious nickname to a very obvious runaway at the time. She was younger than Henri and Henri was rather protective of her when it came to douchebag lovers and asshole co-workers. Every now and then, Henri would send a letter to her Mawmaw and Daisy, though she never got a letter back, and Henri supposed she never would.
Henri made a big mistake.
Henri had been dating a drug dealer, named – hilariously – Eugene, but mostly known as Gene. It was a terrible relationship that was possessive and they both treated each other like trash. And maybe that’s why, one night, Henri waited until he was asleep and stole a shit load of his cocaine and ran away with it. She ended up turning it for a profit – but when news came to her that he was coming after her, Henri freaked. Somehow, having your life put in danger because of drugs and money, Henri realized the shitshow of it all and entered rehab, knowing it would be safe from Gene for the while and she’d get clean in the process. However, she couldn’t hide in rehab forever.
Henri finally went home, after ten or so years, once she was released from rehab and (hopefully) far enough away from Gene. She moved in with her grandmother and is in the midst of trying to reconnect with her eleven-year-old daughter, and failing. To be able to show her grandmother she’s trying, Henri has gotten a job as a mechanic at Grizzle’s and is attempting to take up responsibilities around the house.
And, among all this, as if the world hates her, Henri has been getting letters from her mom asking for forgiveness as the end of her prison sentence reaches closer and closer across the calendar.
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𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓼
- Henri is trying to re-assimilate into Daylily Beach and earn her daughter's affection despite not knowing her, as well as avoid her baby daddy as long as possible.
- Henri attempts to help Star Monroe get into rehab and get her shit together.
- Henri must avoid the wrath of Gene as long as she can and keep her family out of harm.
- There's also the pressing matter of her mother getting out of prison soon and the recent letters about wanting to reconnect.
𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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