BRIDGET WILDES
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
NAME: Bridget Nora Wildes NICKNAMES: Brie, Bridge, Brid, Briddie AGE: twenty-six BIRTHDAY: April 4th, 1994 GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she/her SPECIES: witch OCCUPATION: Vendor at the farmers market and phone sex operator
Bridget was the first and last born child of Alfred and Mona Wildes. They had had trouble conceiving so when she was born, they smothered her in love. She could do no wrong, even when she drew “masterpieces” in permanent markers on the kitchen walls or coming home from school with a dog that didn’t belong to her. She was a handful, but she was theirs.
At the age of twelve, Bridget lost her parents in a car accident and was promptly taken in by her grandmother Annie. They had always been close, so close that the phrase partners in crime suited them. She was the one who taught her magic from the very start, mostly magic that allowed her to mess with other people. They’re still partners in crime to this day.
She spent most of her thirteenth year inside and withdrawn. It was hard to lose the bright and fierce love her parents gave her. She veered off her path and didn’t find her way back until she found love in nature. Sun rays in between thick trees, the smell of moss and the sound of water from afar. It was all alive. It was life.
It was around then that she started gardening too, from flowers to vegetables to berries. Everything she could lay her hands on. After that came the jams and the juices, dried fruit and spices. She had so much produce that she had no choice but to play around with it all.
They moved to Astoria because Annie had friends there and since she was approaching retirement, Bridget decided that she was going to spend the rest of her life with her friends. Even if Annie argued that Bridget couldn’t leave everything behind for her. All nonsense, of course. She has always been excellent at adapting, finding beauty in anything and making friends.
Her grandmother is now a permanent resident at Sacred Haven where she still manages to cause trouble, much like her grandchild.
Bridget lives in North Valley, close to both the farmers market and Annie.
She sells her produce and the things she’s made out of them at the farmers market. Anything she doesn’t use or sell, she donates to the retirement home or families in need.
It doesn’t pay all the bills, so she works as a phone sex operator too. She loves it. Not only can she set her own hours and prices, but it makes her happy to know that she’s helped someone. Sure, it’s not a normal situation, or even acceptable in society’s judgy eyes, but lonely people deserves company too. Besides, she’s amazing at moaning.
She’s honestly just chilling, living her best life even if it’s somewhat chaotic and all over the place. Sometimes you have to wake up with glitter in your bra, that’s just life, baby.
