Name: Wylie Elizabeth Parker
Age: FORMER- 20, NOW- 23
Gender: Female
Former Occupation: Macy's store clerk
Appearance: FORMER- Perky dark blonde hair with streaks of light brown, razored and layered so the shortest strands were eye-length with the longest pieces reaching her chin and flipping out. Her eyes are a brilliant green and her pink lips are always smiling. At work she wore the customary attire of black slacks, black shoes (ballet flats are her choice), and a solid color three-quarter length blouse (red or green during Christmas season). She also enjoyed silver, dangly earrings. Wylie enjoyed being stylish and tried hard to remain looking nice even in the tightest months.
NOW- Through her circumstances, Wylie's hair color has reversed. Her base color is a light brown, darkened from a lack of interest in dye products, with blonde highlights from her time spent out of doors. She tries her best to keep her hair a manageable length, but has neither the talent or energy to do more than a quick slice to keep it shoulder-length and shove it into a bun. Having long ago ditched her colored lenses, the only green her eyes now hold are small specks in among her natural brown. Her lips, still pink but paler, rarely smile now. Nor does Wylie concern herself with style. Her options change predictably with the seasons- light and airy during the summer, bundled and severe during the winter- but two constants are some form of multi-pocketed coat and her heavy brown hiking boots.
Personality: FORMER: Before The Day, Wylie had been a normal New York young adult-- a bit scatterbrained, a little too carefree, and somewhat selfish and egotistical. She enjoyed her job in Macy's as a floor worker in the misses' outerwear department (uncomfortably close to the sportswear- skinny exercise freaks beware- and lingerie- despite being a girl, intimate apparel and the people in them always freaked her out a little- but close enough to the shoe department for a lunch break daydream) but always wished for her shot as.. you name it. Author, actress, singer, Broadway dancer, the dream changed every week, but she wanted to BE somebody. She wasn't terrible close to her own family, but loved the idea of being married and raising kids. Once a year to celebrate the anniversary of arriving in NYC, Wyliewould splurge and take herself to Broadway. Her favorite movies were anything with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks and she loved to visit the observation deck of the Empire State Building. On the weekends Wylie would go window-shopping in all the glamorous stores far out of her league and think "what if". As mentioned, she was a bit scatterbrained, leaving things lying around, forgetting appointments, not locking doors, etc. She lived with the mindset of immortal youth that nothing wrong could ever happen. Nothing, from global warming to the near daily fatal traffic crashes in the city, phased her.
NOW: Wyliehas grown up in a startling fashion. She is still necessary because it is essential to survival, but with no one else on the planet it's a bit of a moot point. Long ago she learned the dangers of being too scatterbrained or carefree and is now best described as wary, cautious, and prepared. The empty echoes of the city she loved for its life still frightens her, and nostalgia when she passes by Broadway still twinges. Though she misses her family, she would be overwhelmed to see any sign of sane human, anyone to talk to. Fun activities are out of the question as she is on constant alert for danger in any form. Yet despite her situation, Wylie has retained a small sense of humor. In her hideaway next to her cot is a decorated volleyball she calls Wilson after the "character" in Castaway.
History: Born the eldest child of John and Margaret Parker, Wylie was supposed to be the first and last. Maggie had wanted a son she could name after her maiden name, but was told by the doctor that she could have no more after her daughter's birth. So, the little pink bundle was dubbed Wylie Parker, much to her dismay later in life. But when Wylie was seven, a surprise came to the Parker family, a little boy named Jonah. Two years later, when Wylie was eight, her parents divorced and her father quickly remarried. Wylie's father and stepmother fought with Wylie's mother over Jonah, the desired little boy, and Wylie was often neglected. The girl quickly grew out of touch with her father, caring little for his new wife or the vague whispers of mistresses around his marriage that everyone but the stepmother seemed to notice. Wylie earned her AA at a community college and moved to New York, hoping for a change. She settled in a small, beaten down but "cozy" apartment on the out skirts of town and was hired at Macy's. She made acquaintances and went on dates but had stronger ties to the city itself than with its people.
After The Day: Everything changed. Wylie had to teach herself how to survive and live smart. Slightly packrat-ish before, Wylie learned to stockpile like mad and scattered those piles in little pockets throughout the city. She grew to fear and respect the dark and the dangers it brought. Things that seemed so important before fell by the wayside. And little things that may have seemed silly before took on a new importance as she struggled to keep her sanity in an empty world. Batteries and unspoiled food were the greatest commodity, but one year and fifty-six days after the incident, she found a crossbow in an apartment and began to practice. It was soon her priceless weapon and she used it both for hunting and protection. Learning from Castaway, Robinson Crusoe, and other such things, she began to make do with what she had as civilization crumbled around her.
Misc: Though many things are important to her, Wylie would list her most prized possessions as follows, in no particular order: her trench, Wilson, the crossbow, her batteries, her photo albums, her diary, Fort Knox, her hiking boots, the binoculars, the Fourth Street Library.
Age: FORMER- 20, NOW- 23
Gender: Female
Former Occupation: Macy's store clerk
Appearance: FORMER- Perky dark blonde hair with streaks of light brown, razored and layered so the shortest strands were eye-length with the longest pieces reaching her chin and flipping out. Her eyes are a brilliant green and her pink lips are always smiling. At work she wore the customary attire of black slacks, black shoes (ballet flats are her choice), and a solid color three-quarter length blouse (red or green during Christmas season). She also enjoyed silver, dangly earrings. Wylie enjoyed being stylish and tried hard to remain looking nice even in the tightest months.
NOW- Through her circumstances, Wylie's hair color has reversed. Her base color is a light brown, darkened from a lack of interest in dye products, with blonde highlights from her time spent out of doors. She tries her best to keep her hair a manageable length, but has neither the talent or energy to do more than a quick slice to keep it shoulder-length and shove it into a bun. Having long ago ditched her colored lenses, the only green her eyes now hold are small specks in among her natural brown. Her lips, still pink but paler, rarely smile now. Nor does Wylie concern herself with style. Her options change predictably with the seasons- light and airy during the summer, bundled and severe during the winter- but two constants are some form of multi-pocketed coat and her heavy brown hiking boots.
Personality: FORMER: Before The Day, Wylie had been a normal New York young adult-- a bit scatterbrained, a little too carefree, and somewhat selfish and egotistical. She enjoyed her job in Macy's as a floor worker in the misses' outerwear department (uncomfortably close to the sportswear- skinny exercise freaks beware- and lingerie- despite being a girl, intimate apparel and the people in them always freaked her out a little- but close enough to the shoe department for a lunch break daydream) but always wished for her shot as.. you name it. Author, actress, singer, Broadway dancer, the dream changed every week, but she wanted to BE somebody. She wasn't terrible close to her own family, but loved the idea of being married and raising kids. Once a year to celebrate the anniversary of arriving in NYC, Wyliewould splurge and take herself to Broadway. Her favorite movies were anything with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks and she loved to visit the observation deck of the Empire State Building. On the weekends Wylie would go window-shopping in all the glamorous stores far out of her league and think "what if". As mentioned, she was a bit scatterbrained, leaving things lying around, forgetting appointments, not locking doors, etc. She lived with the mindset of immortal youth that nothing wrong could ever happen. Nothing, from global warming to the near daily fatal traffic crashes in the city, phased her.
NOW: Wyliehas grown up in a startling fashion. She is still necessary because it is essential to survival, but with no one else on the planet it's a bit of a moot point. Long ago she learned the dangers of being too scatterbrained or carefree and is now best described as wary, cautious, and prepared. The empty echoes of the city she loved for its life still frightens her, and nostalgia when she passes by Broadway still twinges. Though she misses her family, she would be overwhelmed to see any sign of sane human, anyone to talk to. Fun activities are out of the question as she is on constant alert for danger in any form. Yet despite her situation, Wylie has retained a small sense of humor. In her hideaway next to her cot is a decorated volleyball she calls Wilson after the "character" in Castaway.
History: Born the eldest child of John and Margaret Parker, Wylie was supposed to be the first and last. Maggie had wanted a son she could name after her maiden name, but was told by the doctor that she could have no more after her daughter's birth. So, the little pink bundle was dubbed Wylie Parker, much to her dismay later in life. But when Wylie was seven, a surprise came to the Parker family, a little boy named Jonah. Two years later, when Wylie was eight, her parents divorced and her father quickly remarried. Wylie's father and stepmother fought with Wylie's mother over Jonah, the desired little boy, and Wylie was often neglected. The girl quickly grew out of touch with her father, caring little for his new wife or the vague whispers of mistresses around his marriage that everyone but the stepmother seemed to notice. Wylie earned her AA at a community college and moved to New York, hoping for a change. She settled in a small, beaten down but "cozy" apartment on the out skirts of town and was hired at Macy's. She made acquaintances and went on dates but had stronger ties to the city itself than with its people.
After The Day: Everything changed. Wylie had to teach herself how to survive and live smart. Slightly packrat-ish before, Wylie learned to stockpile like mad and scattered those piles in little pockets throughout the city. She grew to fear and respect the dark and the dangers it brought. Things that seemed so important before fell by the wayside. And little things that may have seemed silly before took on a new importance as she struggled to keep her sanity in an empty world. Batteries and unspoiled food were the greatest commodity, but one year and fifty-six days after the incident, she found a crossbow in an apartment and began to practice. It was soon her priceless weapon and she used it both for hunting and protection. Learning from Castaway, Robinson Crusoe, and other such things, she began to make do with what she had as civilization crumbled around her.
Misc: Though many things are important to her, Wylie would list her most prized possessions as follows, in no particular order: her trench, Wilson, the crossbow, her batteries, her photo albums, her diary, Fort Knox, her hiking boots, the binoculars, the Fourth Street Library.
