Name: Andi Taylor

Age: 26

Gender:Female

Sexuality:Historically hetero but is open for exploration

Occupation: Guest, none currently. Was a college student and a housekeeper for her deceased husband

Persona: Andi is a shell of who she used to be, but she is trying to put the pieces back together. She has a kind heart and a strong sense of altruism. At the moment, her smiles don’t yet reach her eyes, a burden of sadness still lingering there. Though she is hopeful one day she will be able to find joy in living again. Despite the abuse suffered at the hands of her deceased husband, she is a romantic at heart and hopes to one day find love. When she allows herself to relax and enjoy things, she is enthusiastic about it, wanting to bring others into the fold of happiness. She loves to dance yet lacks all sense of rhythm, but after a drink or two, that doesn’t stop her from giving it her all. Development - has started to embrace a bit of a hedonistic lifestyle and is finding joy in that

Description: She’s never understood why she’s considered attractive. Standing at an even six feet, she considers herself too tall, with her legs causing the majority of it. Her mother on the other hand, was a true beauty queen, Andi did her best to learn from her but her love of the outdoors didn’t suit heavy make-up and perfectly done hair. Where her mother was full of generous curves, Andi was far less so, her breasts barely a generous handful, her hips and butt only really noticeable in tight or lack of clothing. A thing of note, if you look closely, you can see a faint change in color the ring finger of her left hand where her wedding ring used to be, the tan line has yet to fully fade.

She is at constant war with her dirty-blonde hair, the waves having a mind of their own, no matter what she tries. So in the end she usually just lets her hair do what it wants. Her hazel eyes still occasionally hold a hint of a sparkle, more now than they have the past several years. Though they are still clouded with sorrow and self-pity.She has a few well-faded scars, reminders of a reckless and active childhood. There is one scar she cannot see, but she knows it is there. Following the inner edge of her right shoulder blade is a ragged line, still relatively fresh in that the injury happened only a few years ago. A constant reminder of the one time she tried to stand up for herself and was beaten down as a result.

History:
Andi grew up poor but she never realized that until she was an adult. She did know that unlike many in the trailer park, she had both parents who rarely fought and loved one another. She was always just okay in school, not really having a passion for anything other than hiking, camping and a love of animals.

It was this love that made her decide to work toward a degree in forestry so she could become a Park Ranger. However without the grades or background to earn a scholarship, she had to take the slow route. She entered community college part-time, working as a housekeeper to pay for it.

She was nineteen when she was hired at the Wingate mansion. The Wingate family was well known in the community, reaching back as far as the town's founding. By all accounts they were town royalty. The patriarch of the family lived in the mansion alone, his wife long since deceased and his children grown and living lives of their own.

At first he was kind, offering her the position of live-in maid and personal assistant. He encouraged her to do her studies as he read nearby in the library. It started with little things, things that she convinced herself weren't real. The feeling of being watched. The accidental touch to her chest or rear. The slow manipulation of isolating her from friends and family. He was a master at breaking girls like her and soon she became another victim.

Whether it was his approaching end of life or some spark in Andi, Mr. Wingate convinced her to become his second wife. Thoroughly in his control by then, she agreed. The disparity in age flooded the town with gossip, she barely being twenty-one and he being eighty-seven. What little reputation she had was tarnished as a gold digger, especially as she did not take his last name, though that was his doing.

There were things he forced her to do, things she doesn't want to remember. It left her even more broken and isolated, ashamed of herself. He was her only contact, her parents having died a year after the wedding. Even when she tried to get help, be it police or medical, Mr. Wingate was so well respected, she was dismissed as erratic and self-harming.

All of the things he put her through, she took a small comfort in the thought that despite being recorded, no one would ever see them. Her shame would be hers alone. But after his death, his children paraded her shames before the town for all to see. The children contested the will, claiming she seduced the old man, and used the videos the old man had created as proof of her infidelity.

It took two years, her reputation destroyed beyond repair, her savings dwindled to nothing before the probate was released and she received her share of the will. She did not get the house or any property and she could no longer stay in the town. Desperate and alone in her misery, she took to living in a hotel, unsure what to do with her life. Even the places where she volunteered turned their backs on her, not wanting to upset the Wingate family.

One night she began to research how to kill herself and how to ensure the money went to a good place. An ad for the Pearl Princess showed up, drawn by the picture she clicked and made a reservation. For the first time in years, she felt hopeful and happy. Perhaps the universe wasn't done with her. Maybe this was what she needed to find herself again.

Optional info:
Hobbies:camping, hiking, volunteering at animal shelter, volunteering with Habitat for Humanity
Likes: Kisses and nibbles, massages, light groping, oral (giving and receiving), sensual teasing (physical and verbal), more may be discovered as she explores
Dislikes: Trauma triggers for character: degradation, BDSM, group sex/multiple partners, being recorded. Doesn’t like: bathroom play, pain play, mind games, more may be discovered as she explores