MOFFAT, amelia grace

[AMELIA GRACE MOFFAT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] AMELIA GRACE MOFFAT HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME AMY AND I'M CURRENTLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT AND I'M HETEROSEXUAL. ------------------------------------------------- ( A P P E A R A N C E ) Unlike the perfect female, Amy isn’t tall and hourglass shaped. She’s short and built like a board. All of the clothes she owns hang loose on her petite 110lbs frame, and she finds she always has to hem pants because at 5.1” tall nothing is built to fit her. Though she did fill out when she got older, taunts of “anorexic” and “flat-chested” used to follow her everywhere. When she was twelve she cut her hair short and was mistaken for a boy basically everywhere she went. Her face she’s not much more fond of than her body. Unlike the classic angular face, Amy’s face is round, and she’s far from the beautiful healthy California tan. Her English routes leave her with a very pale complexion that blushes easily. Her eyes are robin’s-egg blue, and her lips are small and dainty. Two years of wearing braces allowed her the privilege of straight teeth, but she did suffer through headgear, elastics and metal in her mouth for a while before she got it. Her dress style is modest, but never plain. She has an affinity for all things hip and owns an assortment of oversized sweaters, knitted cardigans, coloured skinny jeans, and beanies. Though she may not love her appearance, she likes to dress herself, and she often comes up with kind of clever outfits to wear around. She seldom leaves the house without make-up on. Speaking of, her make-up routine is pretty basic because her mother and older sister who are practically supermodels hardly wear any at all. The rules are that she is not allowed to wear foundation until she turns eighteen, and that black eye shadow is not allowed to school or social events other than clubs (not that the young girl ever has the gall to go). ( P E R S O N A L I T Y ) Amy is much like the sort of loser-y, sympathetic character that one meets in most literature. While the hero is off being dashing, self-assured, and successful, this character is falling down the stairs and doubting their own prowess for the audience’s entertainment. In comparison to most everyone she knows, she is the awkward, quiet, clumsy one. Unfortunately, Amy knows that tripping over her own feet and stumbling over words is her reality. With these factors in place, her self-esteem is more or less non-existent. She is self-aware to a point of self-deprecating, because as some people simply know and embrace their flaws, she hates hers, and she hates how imperfect they make her. Regrettably, there is very little, she feels, that she has to redeem her bad qualities. It’s not that Amy is necessarily bad at everything, but it’s more that she’s not really good at anything like her sister is. When her sister was in high school, she was a star track athlete. When Amy was in gym, she often had to cut any and all running activities short. Running makes Amy’s asthma act up. Her sister had perfect grades in all of her classes. The only class the younger Moffat does well in is English; she nearly flunked math. Other things like singing, painting, and being funny are things that Amy’s simply not as good at. This inferiority led her to believe that she’s really not good at any of these things and she therefore never tried. By never trying, she isolated herself from the kids who played sports, joined clubs, or did any kind of extra-circulars. It never helped that she was fairly shy. Not in the talking-to-people-makes-me-want-to-vomit kind of way, but in a manner where she simply wouldn’t go out of her way to meet somebody knew or to talk to a new person. This particular trait left her an observer through most of her school life. Her peers were acquaintances, and she found that whenever the students were told to partner up she was last picked. To be fair, her introverted and thoughtful character didn’t mind this. She had always liked to think of herself as an observer of life instead of a participant. When she rode the train, she would often sit with her earbuds in and no music playing, listening to what other people had to say and how they interacted with other people. Her mother half-joked that she lived vicariously through the people around her, and that’s why she never had much of a desire to have many friends. Amy had never considered this behavior a defense mechanism against loneliness. Life isn’t all running into things and being inferior for Miss Moffat, though. When she does talk to someone, she always has the right word for everything. Despite having difficulties with maths and sciences, she certainly has a way with words. This is probably a product of all of the reading she does. Often times, she is found with her nose buried in some pretentious book nobody else would ever think of reading outside school hours. Unlike a lot of kids her age, she was blessed with the ability to pick up any book and enjoy it, even if it’s dull or poorly written. She can pick out the intricacies of description or the depth of a statement when she reads, and though she is a great lover of books, all of her pages are annotated with a pencil because she always underlines new words or sayings that she likes. Deep down, past the defensive snark and big words, she has a heart of gold. Though there are few people she lets get close enough to her to matter, those privileged few mean the world to her. If it ever called for it, she would throw herself in front of a train to protect the ones that matter to her. Though she tries not to let herself get too close to anyone, she’s quite empathetic and therefore does care somewhat for everyone: even the idiots in her classes who tease her. Her family means a lot to her even though her parents who constantly compare her to her sister, and her sister constantly tries to change Amy’s personality. Beneath the books, the shyness and the hiding is a girl who connects deeply with people on an emotional level if given the chance, and feels her own emotions strongly. I reckon you might even say that she’s a human being. At the core of Amy’s weirdness is probably her lack of interest in “normal teenage things”. Other kids her age want to go out to parties, and drink, and smoke, and have sex and experience things. Amy Moffat is very happy in the safety of her own bedroom without any of those things, thank-you-very-much. Other kids constantly seek the companionship of their friends, whereas there are very few people who matter more to Amy than a good book. She tells her family she doesn’t care for dating, though honestly, if someone decent asked her she would likely say yes. In one respect she is like all other teenagers. She likes to make herself seem like nothing bothers her. ”It’s okay, I have books. I don’t need friends” she says though she hates sitting at a lunch table by herself. She explains that she is a loner by choice and that she likes it that way even though she often finds herself envying the popular kids. ( H I S T O R Y ) In late November (November 20th to be exact) of the mid nineties, Amelia Grace became the second child and second daughter of Neville and Hannah Moffat. She was born on a snowy evening in a town less than ten kilometers outside of Dublin called Malahide. It was a nice sort of town with just under fifteen thousand people while they were living there. Like most smallish places, it was somewhere that you might go to the store and know most of the faces there, even if you don’t know them by name. It was in that small town that Amelia was born and began her life. Though she spent the first few years of her life there, and her first conscious memories are of their house there, she moved to Chicago when she was only eight years old. Truthfully, Chicago is where she remembers most of her life, though the soft accent she still speaks with is a constant reminder of her routes. Distinctly, she can remember the long plane ride from Dublin to Chicago. It had been her first time going anywhere in an airplane, and for the first twenty minutes or so (including takeoff), she had been more than excited. On an eight year old, the novelty wears off quickly, and the next eight and a half or so hours were composed of her being unable to sleep and pestering her twelve-year-old sister with questions about America. Cheyenne, her sister, was far more knowledgeable than Amy could ever hope to be, and she had read up on their new home, so she was the designated answerer of questions. This arrangement allowed their parents to sleep at least a little despite their youngest daughter’s soft and excited interrogation. The importance of Chicago to the Moffat family was on her mother’s side. While Neville Moffat was an Irishman born and raised, Hannah had lived in the Windy City for nearly her entire life, and her aging parents still lived there. Neville had three other siblings living in Ireland who were around to take care of his parents, but Mrs. Moffat was an only child, and she hated the idea of leaving her parents to age alone without her and their only grandchildren. It was to live closer to Nana and Papa that they had changed countries. Not that the move was bad, in fact, their new house was just as nice as their old one, only the city around it was slightly a lot busier. Honestly, the loft above the entrance hall that Amy chose as her room made the long plane ride and leaving her few friends behind worth it. To an eight year old, the only thing more exciting than bunk beds is a loft. Cheyenne found Chicago to be very much to her liking. Though Amy probably would have been better off living in a smaller town, Cheyenne flourished in the city with all of its opportunity. Big high schools meant musicals she could sing in, acapella groups she could join, environmental campaigns she could organize, and a million other clubs that were all just calling her name. For the younger daughter, however, it just meant a school with too many kids for her to be able to pick out a familiar face. For a non-academic student like Amelia this would have been perfect if it hadn’t been for her last name and the legacy her sister left in her wake. All of her teachers found themselves sorely disappointed by her lack of academic prowess, and they always knew who she was right away regardless of whether she wanted them to or not. This attention only worsened her self-esteem, because not only did she have to be stupid to herself and her family, but all of her peers witnessed it too. It was one Mrs. Lovell who taught grade seven English who told her that she was talented and made her feel smart for the first time. When the tiny grade sevens handed in their short stories, Mrs. Lovell called Amy to her desk and congratulated her. This was the first time Amy had ever been congratulated by a teacher. It was then that Amy realized she could write and that she understood words better than anything else. Grade seven is a year worth mentioning in her history because it was one of the worst years for her self-esteem. Twelve-year-olds are inherently mean because they behave the way they think high schoolers do. At the end of the summer before grade seven, a boy who lived on their street got gum stuck in Amy’s hair and she had to cut it short. To make this worse, she had the body of a little boy and headgear to straighten out her horribly crooked teeth. That year more people made fun of her than ever before, and she ate lunch in the janitor’s office with him more times than she cares to mention. Despite it being a socially trying year, she did learn a little bit about herself and her own passions and interests. She learned that she loved to read and write: and more than that, she was good at it. That lead her to join the only club she’s ever been a part of: the newspaper. The school’s newspaper was the perfect club for a quiet loner like her because she could sit in the back of the class, accept articles and speak to no one other than the editor before leaving. Though initially she had thought she would only write in grade seven, she graduated from her junior high school as one of few senior writers. The hobby carried over into high school because she liked it and it didn’t force her to make friends like all of those other clubs. Even now, in the eleventh grade, she writes for the paper. Submitting articles that no one other than the editor ever reads. High school is where she is now, and the few years she has been there are probably worth mentioning. For starters, after she had graduated from junior high they split off into two high schools. One school was preppier, and the other was more fun. She went to the preppy school because that’s where Cheyenne had gone. This meant that a bunch of go-get-em students roamed the halls, and Amy fit in even less than she had in middle school. Like most outcasts, she defaulted to the other outcasts: a group of people her sister would have frowned upon. Amy’s friends are mostly the kids who sit outback of the school and smoke or do drugs. Though frankly it doesn’t interest the young blonde, she doesn’t really have anywhere else to go, so this will have to do. Anyway, they’re not so bad if you get past their slightly illegal tendancies. ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LACEY AND SITS AT SIXTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE MOUNTAIN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO GINNY GARDNER, DON'T YOU THINK?

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