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Nickname: very rarely does her full name get used, usually only by her father; most
people call her Chrissie or occasionally, in terms of her wife and closer friends, Chris.
Age: 27
Gender: female
Job: works as an estate manager for her father, owns a chain of national spas and
also co-owns a local garage in the village.
Role: sweetheart
Married to: Nadia Whitlock
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 137 pounds
Eye colour: blue
Hair colour: brown
Vices: vengeful; argumentative; stubborn; deceptive; cunning; prone to jealousy;
tactless; sarcastic; occasionally very unforgiving.
Virtues: ambitious; compassionate; easily pleased; efficient; dependable; hard-
working; intelligent; supportive; responsible.
Skills: analysing, keeping and recording data - especially financially; budgeting;
developing plans; finding and gathering information; leading teams of people;
maintaining schedules and being on time; keeping things in an organised manner.
Fears: being cheated or cheated on; losing her family, namely her dad at this point
as he is getting on a little bit; something going wrong and being unable to protect
her family - also not being able to fend for them either; injuring herself in the middle
of nowhere without being able to contact anyone.
Biography: honestly I overwrote this section so I put it in a spoiler for y'all. < 3
Unbeknownst to many, Chrissie hasn't been pampered her entire life; during her earlier
years she and her family lived in a rundown apartment building on the outskirts of the
city. It was cramped, it was crowded and the living conditions were poor. But the family
of four were together and, really, that was all that mattered. Her father worked as a
mechanic, designing machinery in his spare time, and her mother as both a seamstress
and a nighttime cleaner. While her younger sister Rebecca was always a handful, Chrissie
was the more responsible of the two and took over a fair few of her mother's duties during
the day when she was sleeping after a backbreaking shift at the local office building. She
did the dishes, tried her best to wash their clothes in the machine without mixing up the
colours, and frequently attempted to feed the two of them - anything on toast became an
almost regular meal. Shortly after Chrissie turned 7, and Rebecca 4, their lives unexpectedly
took a turn for the better when the machinery business their father had been privately
building finally kicked off.
The wealth rolled in and, soon enough, they had more money than what they knew to do
with. They said goodbye to the ratty apartment they'd spent so many years in, and happily
welcomed the change of scenery their new home brought. Located in the countryside the
empty space. The winding maze of corridors and empty hallways became a treasure trove
of hiding places when the girls bought home their friends, and the grounds were a picturesque
adventure both in the middle of spring and winter alike. The remainder of Chrissie's childhood
was thus spent living like a princess, although her parents never did quite completely spoil
their two daughters. From the moment they moved into the manor she shadowed her father
like an overzealous secretary, dying to know what he was working on and desperate to find
out how a business operated. He worked from home in an office located at the front of the
building and, very soon, they had to install a miniature desk right next to his for Chrissie
to play business manager at.
As she aged she designed her own study in the room next door where she spent hours aptly
completing homework assignments and responsibly answering her father's phone calls for
him to earn pocket money - although she would've gotten it regardless. While Rebecca was
out enticing boys with her riches and high-end clothes, Chrissie was at home reading and
studying, determined to get the grades she needed to go to a good college. "You needn't
bother," Rebecca told her repeatedly, "we're richer than queens, you don't need a poxy
degree." But despite her sister's insistence that college was a waste of time, Chrissie was
desperate to get her business degree and help her father run his machinery company - if not
start her own. She graduated highschool, the valedictorian of her class, with offers from every
college that she'd sent off applications to. But shortly before she left for her first year of
studying, disaster struck again.
Just a few short months before Chrissie's course started, her mother passed away. It was a
very sudden, unexpected death that left a gaping hole amidst the family. Their father was
the one most affected by his wife's passing and he fell into a depression that left Chrissie
frantically trying to keep his business afloat and steady following her upcoming absence.
While her father grieved and hid away in his bedroom, and her sister acted out promiscuously
as a coping mechanism, she desperately held what remained of her family together. When it
came to leave for college, Chrissie didn't even hesitate - she claimed her mother wouldn't
have wanted her to ruin her dreams over her death - although she didn't leave her father and
sister hanging. She left detailed plans for her father's business associates to follow and
frequently took business calls from her dormitory after classes. Juggling her studies and
co-managing a business, she was unsurprisingly stressed and lonely, spending as much of her
time as possible in the city and in public places to feel less isolated. It was such a thing that
led her to meet Nadia.
Nadia worked as a waitress in a cafe just short of campus, one Chrissie happened to regular
for her usual coffee order and some time to catch up on assignments between going to classes.
Despite never seeing each other outside the walls of the coffee shop, they struck up quite a
friendship and became rather close over the four year duration of Chrissie's business course.
All of Nadia's friends, and the few people Chrissie was acquainted with, all wholeheartedly
expected the two of them to start dating or at least go somewhere outside of the cafe's confines
for once. Yet despite their awkward chemistry and Nadia's clear affections for Chrissie,
such a thing never happened and when her course ended the two parted ways as easily as
if they'd just shared a cab together. Chrissie travelled back home with a degree and a fresh
perspective of the world, already laden with plans to start her own chain of spas in an
attempt to make her father proud and bring her dream to reality.
She arrived to find that, despite being only 19, Rebecca had recently departed for the
Caribbean with no intention of returning any time soon, leaving her father in the lurch
although he told his eldest daughter that he didn't mind too much. Her younger sister's
disappearance resulted in Chrissie growing even closer to her father now that it was just
the two of them left in such an empty house and, after making her the estate's manager, she
remained in the manor with him even after he finally remarried to a woman named Bethany.
Come a year later and she's just as successful as her father with her spa franchise (Rich in
Relaxation) being a hit amongst the women - and men - with several places already opened
up across the country, including a local branch in the village just down the road from the
Whitlock estate. But on the one day she's down at the local spa going over the finance
forecast with the manager, fate decided to have some fun and in walked none other
than Nadia for a job interview.
It was ironic and uncanny and, after having not seen the waitress for over a year, Chrissie
couldn't believe she'd coincidentally ended up in the village just short of her home applying
for a job at her company. Of course Chrissie ended up giving Nadia the job with the
interview only serving as a formality, and the two headed out for drinks to catch up.
She quickly discovered that Nadia was looking for a job to try and make enough money
to rent a place after quitting her waitress job and moving away from her old home to
escape her father. Taking pity on her, Chrissie offered to let her stay with her family -
an offer her father was painfully hesitant about at first - considering that they definitely
had the space. Although unsure about agreeing at first, not wanting to be a burden, Nadia
soon moved in and, in the months following her arrival, the two grew closer together and
spent the majority of their time in one another's company. Eventually, they found the
courage to confess their feelings to one another.
Their wedding was a summer one hosted outside under a vibrantly white marquee in the
middle of August. Unlike with most couples their marriage occurred relatively quickly after
they got together although it didn't make them any less of a couple and, almost directly
after they were wed, Nadia was hammering on about wanting a baby to make their family
complete. Completely happy to oblige with her wife's wishes Chrissie started hoarding
catalogues and pre-ordering baby items before Nadia was even pregnant, determined to
be overly prepared for the arrival of their child. Nine months later and little baby Holly was
bought into existence after hours of agonising labour and Chrissie's hand being crushed to
the point where she'd thought her fingers would never move again. Everyone was smitten
by their daughter's little chubby cheeks and tufts of brown hair and her grandfather doted
on her from the moment she was bought home. Shortly after Holly's first birthday and the
ready to begin the next part of their lives.
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