Agnes Tighe

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File #09 Aug 2009 03:46

Summary

Name Agnes Tighe Aliases Aggie Status Unregistered Non-Evolved Gender Female Race/Eth. White Birthdate 10/08/88 Age 20 Height 5'2" Build Average Eyes Brown Hair Brown Residence New York Employment Old Lucy's Parents Father (deceased) Mother Siblings Older brother Older sister Marital Status Single Children N/A First Seen A Strange Meeting Last Seen Profile Aggie is a wannabe bad ass who is very prone to believing in the most recent compelling argument she's been told. A lapsed Catholic, she's looking for something new to have faith in.

portrayed by Alison Lohman

Background

Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been five years since my last confession…

So I was born in this small city, over in Michigan. It was mom, dad, a big brother, a big sister, and then me. We had the four bedroom house on the quiet little cul-de-sac. The white picket fence. Even the goddamn golden retriever. We were like something out of a storybook.

We were comfortable. Well-off even, at least compared to the neighbours. Dad was some big muckity-muck with the city and we never really wanted for much, even with mom staying at home with us kids. Lucky mom. I don't know how she never went crazy.

My parents were both dutiful Catholics, along with quite a few of the neighbours. We were shipped off to Catholic school when we were old enough, quality of education as well as a good solid foundation, so the pamphlet said. I felt so proud when it was my turn to don the plaid and pigtails. Mom even let me get white socks with little pink ruffs on them, and I thought I was just so friggin' special.

No, I was a good little girl. I minded my teachers and the priests. I got good grades, and I took the idea of Heaven and Hell very seriously. I sang in the choir and played bassoon in the band. I didn't swear, and wouldn't even take the Lord's name in vain. It was pretty hardcore. I guess I was kind of afraid to question any of it: family, school, church. Everything seemed so bound up in just doing what I was told.

Of course, we were so wholesome. Every summer, dad'd take a whole month from work and we'd all go off in the RV and spend it camping. There were campfires and s'mores. Singing songs around the fire. Swimming in the lake. We'd do nature walks and canoe trips and talk about how great nature was.

Then we'd go hunting or fishing and, y'know, kill some of it. Circle of life, God's bounty; I guess it was supposed to be a good lesson for the kids to see their place in the world. Honestly, I found it kinda fun. There was sort of a rush of power as you'd fix that little critter in your sights. I cried the first time I killed a rabbit. But only the first time.

Then, of course, comes high school and my dad gets sick. I can barely concentrate on anything and spend all this time trying to cut a deal with God - I'll be better at school, I won't talk back to mom, I'll stop borrowing my sister's clothes without permision. We're freaking out, but for the longest time no one will tell us what's really wrong. But we're not dumb. We can tell it's bad. I was pretty good at going about unnoticed (it came in handy for spying on my brother and sister, what can I say), so I managed to pick up some bits and pieces about what was going on. Turns out it's cancer. Terminal, probably. Great, nice of you to let us know.

For awhile, everyone was great. A real coming together of the community. We had more casseroles than we knew what to do with. Mom was pretty torn up, and she didn't really do much cooking anymore. The casseroles were good for awhile, but then, y'know, you just can't face another casserole. I'd always liked to help mom in the kitchen, so my sister suggests I should start doing it myself. I guess that's when I first really started cooking and baking for real. Turned out I was actually pretty good at it. Though people maybe didn't have to act quite so surprised about that.

Then, of course, things managed to fall apart even more. Here I'd thought we'd been living this absolutely effing perfect life, and then dad's mistress shows up. Except his "mistress" is a GUY. Can you believe that shit? Just waltzes into the hospital all worried and tearful. Mom screamed at him and threatened to tear his eyes out. Apparently mom had known for awhile.

It was good we three kids had learned to look out for ourselves, since the casseroles sort of stopped coming after that. City that small, word sorta gets around fast, and I guess it was just a little too awkward for people to deal with. They weren't really mean about it or anything, they just kinda gave us all wide berth. And the church, the neighbourhood, they weren't the most progressive. Well, I guess some of the kids were bitchy once they found out, but I think that's just high school. Things always suck there.

I kinda stopped going to see dad for a bit. I just needed some time to think, y'know? I felt sorta like he'd betrayed us all, not just mom. And I was pretty pissed at her too, just going along with it all for God knows how long. Like it was only her life turning into a lie. I guess with everything going on, neither of them could see how they'd made our lives, our existence, kind of a lie too. We were never some shiny, happy family.

I guess dad was refusing to repent or reconsider or whatever. Some BS about needing to be his true self or whatever, like we have multiple selves and can just decide which one we want to be. Bull; we are what we are.

I'm still only halfway through high school, when one day on the way home, the crazy neighbour grabs me and starts screeching about fire and brimstone and how my dying dad is totally going to hell. She'd always been kinda off her rocker, but that shit'll still freak you out when someone's all wild eyes on you and painting a word picture of your father getting tortured for eternity. I tried to put it out of my mind, and sure as hell I stayed away from that neighbour from then on, but it was kind of a hard thing to get past. It made it kinda hard to keep thinking the same way about Heaven and Hell. My dad was maybe a dick, but he was still my dad. It sorta sucked he'd had to hide all that in the first place.

Dad died not too long after, and his whole funeral, I just couldn't really think of anything else but the idea of him in hell. And mom was just broken beyond all repair. She'd drift around the house like a ghost and couldn't manage more than brief conversation.

I couldn't really take it anymore. I skipped my senior year and just did my damn GED instead. I managed to get myself accepted to a pretty decent Culinary School in Manhattan, and then I was gone. I think if mom had comprehended what was really going on, she'd never have let me go, but she was still too in it to really get what I was asking. I feel a little bad about taking advantage of that, honestly.

New York was like a dream come through. So many people, so much going on. No one has time to sit around and gossip about the neighbours or cackle about how Mr. Johnson had a little too much to drink at the Christmas party. People were living life. I got really into school. I'd gotten a good chunk from Dad's will, and I used it to covered tuition and a shitty closet of a room, though not much else; but hell, I didn't need all that much. It's pretty hard to starve when you can just eat your classwork. The rest I kept in the bank. Never know when you're gonna need it.

I think I was doing pretty good too, but then, y'know, the bomb went off and everything changed. The school was literally destroyed. Which kinda led to classes being cancelled. Not my proudest moment, but I kinda cut and run. Like a big baby, I went right back home. Except what they say about how you can't go home again? Especially true if you didn't want to be home in the first place.

During my time in the city, I'd kinda grown up and started dressing better. I'd even dyed my hair this real wicked shade of dark red. It wasn't like I was the first kid in town to rock a stud in my nose, but I guess because of what I'd been before, the blonde little "angel", people couldn't really cope with the change. I couldn't even go to the grocery store without getting lectures from old biddies from the church about my body being a temple and how I'd lose all my hair before I was thirty if I kept dying it like that. I guess we'll find out, won't we.

I watched on the news as these crazy Evolveds were revealed to the world, too. A lot of people in St. Joseph sorta freaked, but I wasn't too sure what to think. I'm still not entirely sure, to tell the truth. I'd hated that people hated my dad just for being different, but then, some of the shit you hear about these guys doing, it's pretty scary.

I didn't really have many people to talk to those days, and my mom wasn't really the best conversationalist. So I kinda started spending a lot of time online. I really liked the forums, on all sorts of topics. Sometimes I wouldn't even realize I liked a show until I heard why someone else liked it. And people had some pretty interesting views about Evolveds too.

But I just couldn't take living in that town forever. And I could see how people are still making it in New York. It made me feel like a pansy for running away like that before. So I've tossed all my shit in a bag and hopped a bus back to the city. I still have a bit of cash left that was supposed to cover the rest of my tuition. It'll be enough to get me by for a bit. And the rest, well, I'll figure that out when I get there. What's the point in having a plan, when shit just falls apart all the time, anyway.

Psych Profile

Appendices

Skills

• [Cooking/Baking] - Agnes started out helping her stay-at-home mom in the kitchen. Her mother was quite proficient, and from her, Aggie learned how to make wholesome, healthy meals for the family, as well as how to bake most basic staples, like bread, cakes, pies and cookies. She improved her skills and learned how to start doing it on her own after her father got sick, and her mother was too distracted to get dinner on the table. From that foundation, she then added four months of a six month training program in pastry arts, though things went south before she could complete the course. She's now at a level where, in a pinch, she could always supplement her income selling baked goods to order or catering small events.
• [Music] - Agnes has been singing in choir at both school and church since she was just a little girl. She has a solid mezzo soprano voice and can sight-read sheet music. She also plays a mean bassoon, but that doesn't come up too often.
• [Camping] - Every summer from the time she was born until her dad got sick when she was in high school, Agnes has spent time in the woods. She doesn't really have rugged backpacking experience, though she has done a few overnight hiking and canoe trips. She knows basic woods survival skills, and can pitch a tent and start a fire. She also knows how to handle a canoe.
• [Hunting] - Aggie's father was quite a sportsman in his day. He wanted to instil in his children an appreciate for where their food originated, and so he taught them how to hunt, once they were old enough to handle a rifle. She knows how to safely use a shotgun, though she has no experience with other firearms. She also knows how to clean a kill and is remarkably not squeamish about it.
• [Money] - Aggie has a good bit of money left from her dad's will. It doesn't qualify her as wealthy by any stretch, but she's good at living on the cheap. While she could probably survive frugally on it for at least a year, she'd prefer to find a job pronto and keep most of it in the bank.
• [First Aid] - If you are going out into the woods, you are getting certified in first aid; her father was adamant on that. She doesn't know crazy levels of back woods first aid, but she knows the basics and knows them well. Dressing wounds, embedded objects, sucking chest wounds, CPR, AR, etc.
• [Sneaking] - Being the youngest in a house where secrets were almost a hobby, Aggie got very good at sneaking around undetected and spying on her older siblings and parents. Sometimes she'd just do it for fun because she was bored.
• [Languages] - A bit of an overachiever, Aggie took Latin and French in high school. She isn't exactly fluent in either, but could probably follow the gist of a conversation in French, and pick her way through some basic Latin text.

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Timeline

2009

August

Date	Log	Participants
08	A Strange Meeting Three strangers - Diogenes, Agnes and Teo - meet and have a bizarre conversation which unsurprisingly ends with Diogenes being a jerk.	Agnes, Diogenes, Teo
09	A Light in the Darkness, Part I The Chandra Suresh Memorial Center for Evolved Education is formally dedicated. Whether it will live up to anyone's hopes and dreams… remains to be seen.	Adelaide, Agnes, Brian, Carla, Cat, Danko, Faith Kelly, Helena, Hope Kelly, Len, Phoebe, Teo, Tracy
09	A Light in the Darkness, Part II After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, a young Evolved woman stands up before protestors whose disparate views match on one thing: they don't agree with her.	Adelaide, Agnes, Elisabeth, Faith Kelly, Hope Kelly
09	A Light in the Darkness, Part IV As befits any important occasion, there are refreshments. There are also a lot of people, which leads to charged political discussions, prying telepaths, and virtually everything except knock-down drag-out fights.	Agnes, Cat, Danko, Helena, Len, Megan, Mona, Phoebe, Sal, Tracy
10	The Blue Pill Devi finds her first recruit in the imperssionable form of Agnes. She takes the girl under her 'wing'.	Agnes, Devi
12	Crossing Paths Agnes and Abby cross in the Nite Owl, but from it comes an opportunity for employment.	Abby, Agnes
13	Delivery! Wendy stops by Anarchy Customs to deliver Devi's first supply of Refrain. Agnes brings her things and begins to get acquainted with her new home.	Agnes, Devi, Wendy
14	Ten Dollars a Minute Apparently Devi's time is worth a lot of money. Agnes begins to show some spunk and interest when a meeting is held to discuss a business arrangement between The Ravens and Adam's future motives.	Adam, Agnes, Devi
15	Come Down, Shake Down On a fight-night at the Pancratium on Staten Island, a test of faith turns into a test of fear…	Adam, Agnes, Ash, Devi, Gillian, Lola, Risa, Shard, White, Vasya
15	For Good Reason Three people regroup after things get shaken up. Some questions are asked, some are answered, but at least one kills the conversation dead.	Agnes, Gillian, Shard
16	Batman And Shopping Sprees Shard's speech is interrupted by BATMAN! Then he opts to take Aggie with him to go shopping while Cardinal and Devi talk business.	Agnes, Cardinal, Devi, Shard
16	May We Live In Interesting Times Cardinal meets Gillian's clone. Cardinal meets Shard. Shard recruits for the White-takedown team. And there's Cheez-Its. Behold, the power of cheese.	Agnes, Cardinal, Gillian, Shard
22	Save Staten There's two ways to make a movement, a fist in the air, or offering a helping hand…	Devi, Thalia, Agnes, Gillian, Shard
23	Botched Celebration Devi and Agnes aim to celebrate her new bike and a true place in the Ravens.	Agnes, Devi
29	Save Staten: The Message Shard preaches a message on live TV.	Claire, Peyton, Cardinal, Aude, Magnes, Agnes, Shard

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Memorable Quotes

• Coming soon

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Trivia and Notes

• Agnes is very impressionable. A convincing argument could easily sway her opinion. (And as a player, I'm open to seeing her go in any direction.)
• She's known as Kitty to the Ravens (or more specifically, Devi), and Tank is her nickname at Old Lucy's.

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RP Hooks

• Agnes is helping to recruit for the Ravens Motorcycle Club on Staten Island.
• She is a brand new and in-training bartender at Old Lucy's.
• She is helping Shard with his Save Staten movement.
• To supplement her income, she sells baked goods to order and can cater small events. Please poke me if you'd like to use this as an RP hook.

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