AMY WU

Traits: Feminine

Traits: Articulate

Traits: Intelligent

Traits: Cold 

Traits: Vain

Traits: Insecure

Things: Shoes 

Things: Makeup

Things: Shopping

Things: All Things French (specifically Parisian)

Things: Sweets

Things: Discontinued Products (makeup)

Things: Menial Jobs

Things: Rejection

Things: Fatty Foods

Things: Bugs

Description: Amy is the kind of girl who knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. Who cares if she has to burn every bridge she has ever built? If it's worthwhile, she'll find a way to set fire to the ocean. She's ruthless in her pursuits and merciless with her opponents. Most will never see beyond the girl with the sweet smile and bell-like laugh and most will never learn what darkness lurks underneath. Those who know her—the ones who stood opposite of her, who dared to defy her—know her eyes are colder than the Arctics and her smile is rigid at the corners. They know that she is mean—purposefully cruel. In a fight, most people will build up to the worst thing they can do. With Amy, her first punch will be below the belt and she won't even blink when it happens. If anything, she'll probably laugh. 

Ability: Intent Detection

It's not that Amy can "read" people (she's observant, but that's not because of her newfound talents). She's not a mind-reader, but she can "feel" a moment. She knows, usually seconds before, when to dodge an out-of-control car. She might not always know that it's a car (some times, it's just a feeling of something), but she's never truly caught off-guard either. And even though it's useful for crime fighting (she can't even count the number of times she's, literally, dodged a bullet), it's not something she has any control over. It's like a new sense, but one tuned into the danger channel. And, on some days, it just clocks out because of the flu, a headache, or that time of month. Honestly, she doesn't even know why that still happens; she's dead and the undead are, apparently, sterile. 

Skills: Dance

It's not as useful as, let's say, Krav Maga, but it's better than absolutely nothing. She's still balls at fighting (but she'll fight if she has to) and she's not that much better with a gun (the recoil hurts and aiming is a whole different problem). But she's quick and flexible and, some times, that's all anyone needs to pull ahead. Plus, can't kill what you can't catch, right? 

Weapon: Anything she can get her hands on. 

Years of Service: 12

Memory Retained: 81 %

Occupation: Stylist

When Amy was still alive, she was in her second year of college. She was studying to be an architect, but she was dreaming of a better life. She wanted to marry rich and never work a day in her life, which is why she was always dressed to the nines. She wasn't provocative in her style, but she made sure that what went on caught people's attention—in the good way. She was involved with her school: joined a social sorority, helped out at all the right clubs. She was popular, but it wasn't because she got lucky. No, luck had nothing to do with it. Amy worked for her fame and she worked hard. After all, it's never about what you know, so much as who you know. 

Alcohol poisoning. Of all the things to kill her, it was alcohol poisoning. To say that she was pissed would have been an understatement. She wasn't conscious when she died, so she doesn't have any real recollection of the events, but that didn't take the edge off. If anything, not knowing the final moments of her life, made it worst. These days, her rage is more contained (it's not frothing at the mouth, wanting to bite everyone's heads off), but it's still there. It's sitting just underneath the surface. She doesn't like to talk about it and she won't. She tells people that she died in a car accident (it sounds so much better than she had drank herself to death) and that's the story she's sticking with until she, er, dies. 

Regret: Drinking. If she could do it all over again, she'd have stayed home that night instead of going out.