AGE: Thirty-two years old
BIRTHDAY: June 30th, 1988
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her
OCCUPATION: Forest Ranger
PLACE OF BIRTH: Fairhope, Alabama
NEIGHBORHOOD: North Valley
HAS LIVED IN ASTORIA FOR: 15 years
What are the reasons why you’re still living in Astoria? What makes it home to you?
Shay could remember when she first arrived in Astoria, happy to have a fresh start in her life and knowing she would be welcomed with open arms. Or at least that’s what all the brochures said. “It’s an accepting place. You can’t find another spot like anywhere on the planet.” Shay smiled as she thought how Astoria was her home now. It was home. She never really considered Fairhope her home, not like this. Looking back at it all, she couldn’t believe she had made it to this. “I’ve built friendships and relationships here that I probably wouldn’t have been able to do back home. It’s… easier. Life is easy here. I can imagine spending the rest of my life here.” To live peacefully and without thinking you were a monster, what could be better than that? Well, her judgment on that swayed every now and then but it was nice to be surrounded by people like yourself.
How would you describe your relationship with others? Are you close to your family?
How was she with others? She always tried to be a good friend, a good girlfriend, a good person. “I have friends.” At least she liked to think so. She did. She had to. It was hard to make relationships with people sometimes but when she made a connection with someone, she tried to maintain it. If it failed it was her fault anyway. “My mom died and I never met my dad so, that’s that.” She averted her eyes, refusing to talk about it any further. She could never be a good daughter to her mother and she supposed in a way she proved her right. “I was on my own as a result and I decided to move here for… for a better chance at life.” She gave a sad smile and a shrug. “I like to think I’ve done well for myself.”
What’s something about your past you could share with others?
Her throat felt tight as she thought about everything she didn’t want to share about her past. It was hard to find someone she could share without seeming like she was looking for sympathy. Her past was her past and she was the one who would be dealing with it for the rest of her life. “I was an outdoorsy kind of kid. I climbed trees, and was always covered in dirt and grass stains.” She smiled at fond memories but as with most they were still touched by darkness. Of course she preferred being outside and away from home. Home was… hell. “I didn’t have much growing up so my only entertainment was going outside and making friends with the birds and the trees.” She gave a slight wince, knowing it sounded pretty pathetic. “I appreciated what I had but I always knew there was more to the world to experience than the trailer I lived in. There had to be.”
Please elaborate on any violent circumstances you may have been involved with in the past.
May have? So they don’t know. They don’t know. She repeated that to herself as she averted her eyes and seemed to find something, anything more interesting to look at and focus on than the question. Shay rubbed at the back of her neck, trying to ease her nerves. What was something the police could find out? Her mother’s arrest history? The amount of times the police had to come by their trailer because the current boyfriend wouldn’t stop yelling? Her mother and step-dad being torn to shreds by a wild animal? “The cops were called to our trailer a few times, drunk disturbances but that was it. There wasn’t anything violent.” Shay shook her head, no longer wanting to continue this conversation. “There was a lot of yelling and shoving but… no one was ever hurt.” At least that’s what she always had to tell the police. No one was hurt. Because if she ever said anything differently… “No one was hurt.” Despite bruising and blood, no one was hurt.
What are your weaknesses and strengths?
This felt more like a job interview now and she let out a breath she was holding after the previous question. Although she wasn’t so great at answering those either. Honestly, it was pure luck she got her job. “I like to make people happy and some people don’t like to be made happy.” Her eyes fell as she could think of one specific person who seemed to push that away. “Of course sometimes I work a little too hard to please someone and in the end they couldn’t care less.” So she ended up looking like a fool. “I have moments where I let my anger get the better of me.” Of course that tended to be closer to a full moon but there were some triggers. “But I’m always willing to stand up for myself - and others. No one should get mistreated. No one deserves that.” That was one thing Shay couldn’t understand. How people could be so heartless as to mistreat another person. “I can be a bit selfish when it comes to things I value. Like with my time, other people. I guess that’s called possessiveness though. If I value it, I don’t want to lose it. So, I may spend a lot of my time doing something I like and in return not exactly spend time with other people as I should. But those who I care about, I do take time to show how much I value our relationship. Maybe just not as often as I should.”
Your thoughts about supernatural beings.
“We deserve to feel safe in our existence.” Shay spoke boldly without any hesitation. “We are deserving of rights and protections that human beings have.” She could recall the prejudice she heard growing up in a small southern town and that was something she couldn’t understand. She could never understand the hate you could have toward someone different. “I’m glad we have Astoria but we should be able to coexist in peace elsewhere on the planet. We shouldn’t have to worry there will be people who hurt us.” Even if it was her own kind that had the potential to hurt others… even if she herself hurt someone. She didn’t want to think about that. Think about what a hypocrite she was talking about peace when she had a violent outburst that cost not one life, but two.
FACECLAIM: Brie Larson
PLAYED BY: Alyssa