abby bio for beau!

Name: Abigail “Abby” Cartwright
Age: 25
Birthday: August 30, 1994
Gender: Cis Female

Job: Librarian
Affliation: Marked by The Spiral and The Stranger. A fairly new and completely unwitting avatar of The Eye.

Appearance: Abby stands at about 5’ 4”, with a bit of chub around her hips and belly. She has pale skin that tells the tale of plenty of time spent indoors, her nose buried deep in a good book. Her auburn brown hair is short, wavy, and often half thrown into a messy bun in an attempt to keep it out of her face. She has warm brown eyes that are almost always framed by her circular brown metallic reading glasses, and a notably large freckle spot on the right side of her chin. Often keeping herself holed up inside or in the library, Abby can usually be found in her winter wardrobe almost year round, wearing a collection of rotating cardigans in warm earth tones to keep her cozy in the library’s cold air conditioning. Her style is usually up to the modern standard, with hints of vintage peeking out in her knee-length skirts and peter pan collars.

Personality: Abby is a peppy and rather friendly person, with enough energy for two people most of the time. She is exceptionally detail-oriented and desperately attached to her methods of organization, often resulting in her office, the circulation desk, and the library as a whole being kept in tip-top shape and rather tidy. Abby’s focus on the task at hand can be led astray quite easily if she finds something that she perceives as better to do, although she does keep a written to-do list and absolutely freaks out if she misses a task, which sparks a hasty refocusing on what needs to be done. Her outgoing personality and innate curiosity has led her to learn the names of more coworkers than she previously thought possible. She has a strong intuition and can often hazard a guess at when someone isn’t feeling quite like themselves, and she often offers coffee or tea to anyone that seems like they need it.

History: Abigail Cartwright grew up in a quiet Buffalo, NY suburb, born to Andrew and Evelyn Cartwright in the waning heat of August. Both of her parents were librarians, and she was their only child, their miracle baby after the doctors had told her mother that she’d never be able to conceive. She inherited her father’s looks and his outgoing and somewhat goofy nature, something that her mother always adored, especially when Andrew and Abby put their heads together to come up with some sort of delightful little bit that would have Evelyn in stitches. Homeschooled from the time she could form words, Abby grew up in her parents’ library, her nose always in a book and her mind always running at hundreds of miles an hour.

When Abby was twelve years old, she and her parents were in a serious car accident. She almost died, but the doctors were able to save her life by putting her into a coma and staving off the shock that would have killed her. When she woke up, her father was by her side, along with a woman she’d never met. Abby called out for her mother, who seemed to be out of sight, but the strange woman smiled somewhat sadly and told Abby that she was her mother, almost in a reminding tone. Abby had shaken her head, upset and afraid. That woman was not her mother. Evelyn Cartwright had red hair, freckles everywhere, and round glasses that she wore everywhere. The strange lady had been blonde, with no freckles or glasses to be seen. Her father had called in the doctors, who concluded that Abby must have had suffered damage to the memory storage parts of her brain, even though the original scans showed nothing more than a severe concussion at worst.

When she was well enough to go home, Abby was sent to public school, her new mother saying that it was time for her to go out into the “real” world. Her father had very reluctantly agreed, and although Abby protested, she ended up at a public middle school that fall. As time and therapy sessions passed by, Abby was slowly being led towards rejecting her “faulty” memories of her mother, the strange blonde woman encouraging her all the way. By the time she was sixteen, she had been pretty soundly convinced that blonde Evelyn was her mother, and the car accident had destroyed her memories.

Then she found the photos. Polaroids stuffed into a shoe box under her bed from vacations past, all originally taken by her father and gifted to her at the end of each trip. Abby had been smiling softly as she readied herself for a trip down memory lane, but her face had quickly fallen when the redheaded Evelyn from the past appeared in almost every picture. She’d been right, her memories hadn’t been wrong. The blonde woman who’d been acting as her mother for years was wrong.

Her father had come home first that night, and Abby had run down the stairs, dumping all of the polaroids on the kitchen table and explaining all of her memories in a panic. Her father had looked immensely troubled, especially when they heard her “mother” pull into the garage.  Abby had scrambled to pick up her polaroids, but she wasn’t quick enough. The strange woman saw, and she knew exactly what had been revealed. With a cruel smile, she’d lunged for Abby, and her father had yelled and gotten in the way. Blood/death/murder cw.  Blood spattered against Abby and the wall, and she screamed when she saw that the woman had run her father through.  She backed up to the wall, clutching a few polaroids to her chest, and found a door handle that had never been there before. The strange lady lunged again, and Abby pushed backwards into the door.

Abby’s walk down the twisting and bright hallway that the door led to was confusing, but much less terrifying that the graphic murder of her dad. The technicolor flashes were distracting enough to keep her mind away from falling into despair. Eventually, Abby stumbled back out into the world, one polaroid of her real family still in hand. She was in the center of Buffalo, New York, and headlines told her that almost two weeks had passed. Abby found her way to a police station, and was immediately questioned concerning the apparent murder-suicide of her parents. Her confirmation of her father’s wounds and her mother’s actions cleared her name, and she was placed in a foster home with required therapy sessions for the next two years.

She spent some time with her foster siblings, but she was flighty and often afraid during that period of her life. Abby did make it through highschool, and graduated with honors. She got a full ride to the University of Buffalo and was able to get the entire way through her master’s degree with very little debt. She practically remade herself in college, depending on her work study at the campus library and her abject stubbornness to give up on herself. She poured all of her free time into investigating everything she could about the night of the car accident, the night the blonde woman killed her father, and the strange hallway that saved her life. She desperately wanted to know everything she could, to have some sort of closure.

Late one night, as she was procrastinating her master’s thesis, Abby stumbled across a forum that mentioned the Usher Institute. She did her research, and within a month of graduation, Abby found herself in the building, readying herself to give her statements. Upon finishing her statements, she was offered a position as a librarian, and she readily took it. Where else was she going to find a job? As she started her new job, she continued to research the past events of her life, and the archives were more helpful than she could have ever imagined. The things that had happened to her were documented more than once, had names, and conditions under which they happened. Unwittingly, Abby’s desire to Know, her hunger for knowledge, gave her over to the power of the Ceaseless Watcher.

She is still unaware of her status as an avatar.

Powers: Sometimes, Abby knows things that she really shouldn’t. She usually attributes this to having read it somewhere in the past.


Other Information:
- Abby still has the polaroid that she left her home with. It is a picture of herself, her mother, and her father, all smiling and hugging one another on the dock of a lake.
- She loves coffee and tea, and her office has quite the stash. She has her own mini-keurig and it is yellow.
- Abby has diagnosed ADHD and PTSD, both of which she sees a therapist for. She is also on medication and has an emotional support cat. He is a fluffy orange tabby cat named Oslo.
- She is a lesbian!