Thea Whitlock

Name: Thea Whitlock
Age: 25
Zodiac: Virgo
Species/race: Human (realistic), elf (fantasy)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual with male lean

Personality: A quiet woman devoted and loyal to those she cares for, most notably her husband. She can seem cold and stuck up to those who don't know her, but once anyone gets to know her properly she can be a ray of sunshine, feigning ignorance over the unspeakable things her husband does day in, day out, acting as if she didn't have a foot in that life herself.
Fears: Losing her husband due to his line of work
Dreams: Becoming an independent woman, without worrying about her own safety wherever she goes
Likes: White wine, spending whatever time she can with her husband and delving into a good book
Dislikes: Being cooped up or deemed as incapable of defending herself, having to socialize with her husband's fellow gang members
Marital status: Married

Clothing style: Feminine, business casual
Skin: Tan with freckles
Tattoos: None
Distinguishing features: A long scar across her left collarbone
Eyes: Striking blue
Hair: Silvery blonde, waist length. Often put up into a bun or braided
Body type: Sleek hourglass body, toned arms

Thea had been a young woman of 20 years as any other when she got happily married to a man named Jamie. He'd seemed like any other, but she loved him, and only him. To her, he was perfect, and he loved her too, so what was there to lose?

But with time, the perfect facade was starting to crack. Thea found out about his numerous addictions; drugs, alcohol, smoking, but the final nail in the coffin was when he was arrested for being part of a criminal gang. Understandably, she was heartbroken.

Two years later, when Jamie could finally reunite with his wife, the peace didn't last for long. With him out of jail, she had become a target as well, and together with her husband, she had to go into hiding, closer to the gang in question than she'd have wished. Knowing of what these people were doing day in day out... It made her question what kind of man she'd married, but she stuck by his side, becoming more and more immersed in the dark underbelly of society, reluctantly.