Wickett

WICKETT
•early – mid twenties•Jellicle•Zoe Saldana

Family: Brel and Ettin (co-fathers) (OPEN)
Personality: Wickett is a quiet queen, and keeps a fair distance between herself and others. She is the sort to linger in the background with her arms folded, seemingly disinterested in the world around her. Hence the use of seemingly. Wickett isn’t disinterested, in fact, she is very observant. What many don’t notice is that while she is sitting back with her arms folded, her ears are tilted forward, moving every which direction to pick up on sounds and conversation. She likes to listen in, even if a conversation isn’t meant for her ears. Never fear though, Wick isn’t a gossiper. Mindless everyday chatter is typically dismissed, but if she does hear something vaguely interesting or important, she’ll store it in the back of her head and save it for a rainy day. If it is really important, say something that has to do with the ongoing conflict between the Jellicles and the Warehouse, she may very well pass it on to one of the big guys in charge.

Wickett is a conflicted assassin. I say “conflicted” because she has morals. She has never killed to just kill. She has to have a reason – she has to know why, what said target has done, and then she has to determine whether or not the target is an actual threat based on the information given to her. Don’t think she’ll just assume you’re telling the truth, either. If you hire her, she’ll personally investigate the target to acquire her own assumption before she’ll agree to “terminate.” Wick has a very low tolerance for bullshit, and she can typically tell when someone is lying or trying to mislead her. If she has any hesitation whatsoever regarding you or what you’re telling her, she’ll automatically assume you’re lying, and dismiss you completely. Once she’s dismissed you, that is it. She’ll forever think you’re full of shit, and won’t ever give you the time of day. Ever.

A good assassin is fit, able to hold their own, and is sneaky. Wickett is all of the above. She can go and come without making her presence known, and can break bones with ease. She isn’t the perfect fighter, nor is she worthy of holding the title of “spy,” but Wick is good at what she does. Her kills are clean with little to no suffering, and she’ll clean up her mess before she goes. Wick often feels as though she looses a little part of herself each time she does a job. She feels a sense of regret and pity for the poor soul, but typically Wick doesn’t loose sleep over it. As mentioned above, she must be convinced a target deserves death before she agrees to end their life…otherwise, she’ll never touch a hair on their head. 

Although she has “red in her ledger,” Wickett can be undeniably gentle. She finds all manners of wildlife beautiful. She enjoys listening to birds and watching the everyday patterns of other animal species in their environments. As stated above, she won’t kill to just kill, and would rather find her next meal then hunt for it. Wickett has even befriended a pollicle or two in her everyday wandering, and isn’t afraid of them in the least bit. Yes, she knows not all pollicles are safe to be around, but that could be said for any species, big or small. The overall understanding that jellicles and pollicles “don’t mix” is ignored by her. Anything will mix if you spend enough time stirring the ingredients…

Wickett is privately pleasant. Anyone who knows her would agree. In public, she is usually stoic and tends to keep to herself (hence the broody looks from a distance), but in a private atmosphere, Wick will crack a smile and entertain the idea of a conversation. Any friend she has is made through one of these one-on-one meetings, and while she will converse will others publically, she will not shed her impassive mask until she is in a more concealed atmosphere. Once she is alone with another, Wick becomes a bit more socially inviting and engaging. She is an avid listener and a patient one as well, and while she may not have all of the answers nor be the best shoulder to cry on, she is a steady source of silence that some find comforting.

Her opinions are typically kept to herself, and Wickett is very literal. She doesn’t like “what-if” scenarios, and she doesn’t like petty gossip. Any conversation she indulges in must have purpose – she avoids the elderly and teenagers simply because meaningless babbling is typically what comes from conversing with them. Though, she does find kittens fascinatingly blunt, and those around her age to be more tolerable and less likely to irritate her.

Basically, Wickett is a hard book to read. She isn’t captivating from the beginning, but given the chance, after a few chapters, she becomes easier to follow and somewhat fascinating. She might not be a book you’d get hooked to, and they may not make a movie about her, but at least by the time you’ve finished, you can put the book down and come to a conclusion of “not bad.” Maybe not the best, but definitely not the worst.

   
History: Wickett’s past is fairly scandalous, so she doesn’t speak of it much. She wasn’t abused, nor does she have a riveting sob-story of a tale, but those who know of her upbringing typically find her conception…uncomfortable.

She is, by all means, the daughter of two toms. Some have tried to tell her different, but she won’t have it. If Mistoffelees can pull seven kittens out of a hat, which can’t she be the biological offspring of two toms? She bares a mixture of their coat patterns and colors, and physically, she carries the traits and quirks of each parent. Yes, she is well aware that two toms can’t physically conceive a kitten together, but like Mistoffelees, her father, Ettin, is a magician. While she never figured out the ins and outs of his magic, she had heard rumors once that he tampered with black magic – magic that is considered unnatural and dangerous. She speculates that maybe she came from that, but she doesn’t know, and really doesn’t care to. Her fathers are her fathers, and she can’t be convinced otherwise.

In addition to that bit of hard to swallow information, her fathers were brothers. There had been a rumor in their past that their mother had cheated on their father, thus is the reason they look nothing alike, but that rumor was never confirmed. Full siblings, or half siblings, no one really knows (not even them), though their love extended past the typical sibling relationship, and while their relationship was frowned upon, Brel and Ettin were left alone. With one father being a magician, and the other a known assassin, not many had the guts to question them.

Growing up with parents who seemed to prefer the company of each other rather than being social butterflies, Wickett’s child hood was rather uneventful and quiet. Her eldest father, Brel, had been a hunter and protector in his earlier years for a prominent city tribe, but when a scandalous murder claim against him came out, Brel broke ties with that particular tribe and became an assassin a rival tribe. He never intended for his daughter to follow in his foot steps, but he had never been the sort to shelter her. He taught her how to fend for herself at an early age, but Wickett learned to kill for a price on her own.

Nevertheless, both of her fathers loved her and doted on her as any attentive parent would. In return, Wickett has always loved and respect them. While she enjoyed the solitude of their home, as a teen she became restless and began exploring the city. She took jobs without her parents knowing, and became more and more acquainted with the city and the multiple tribes and clans that inhabit it. She is (and was) too much like both of her parents for either of them to give any legitimate reason as to why she needed to explore less and stay home, so as long as she was back by a reasonable hour, Brel and Ettin let Wickett come and go as she pleased.

Wickett’s first job came to her by accident. She had never intended to go out on a murdering spree, but after hearing the sob story of a younger queen who had been raped and mistreated by some misfit of a tom hanging around the docks, Wick offered to lend her a helping hand. Using the description the young queen gave her, Wick hung around the dockets each evening until a tom fitting the queen’s description made an appearance.

Her first assassination was messy to say the least, but as time went on, and as she took on more and more jobs, her kills became clean and quiet. No one suspected her, and she learned to go about her business privately. Her fathers found out one evening when she came home with a small spot of blood on her left hip. Wickett was typically good and cleaning herself up when blood came into effect, but this was one spot she had overlooked. Brel, being a past assassin, questioned her thoroughly and finally got the truth out. Needless to say, neither Brel nor Ettin was pleased. This was not what they intended for their daughter, but she was eighteen at that point, what could they do?

Wickett explained to them her reasoning, and in that snappy “teenage” way, she informed them that they had no room to talk. Wickett knew it was a low-ball move, but in her opinion she was doing some good, death be damned. Who would miss a few scum bags? It wasn’t as if she was out taking down the innocent and miss understood, or killing for the fun of it. She was just trying to help…

Regardless, the conversation didn’t go over well, so Wickett left in a frustrated rage. That little voice in the back of her head told her that leaving wasn’t the solution to her problem, but at the time, she preferred to ignore that voice. Wick lived on her own for a few months without checking in with her fathers. She was approached by every crook and gang around, and even got a proposition by the Hidden Paw himself, all of which she turned down. She wasn’t someone that could just kill for no damn reason, and she wasn’t going to kill for someone who probably deserved death themselves. No, as imperfect as she was, Wickett wasn’t bad, and she didn’t want to be involved in the deaths of those who were just as good, if not better than she.

She had heard of the Jellicles in passing, and decided to approach them one day. After all, they seemed to be the most forgiving and accepting tribe within the city. She wasn’t yet ready to return home at the time, but she wanted a sanctuary – a place to return to when the heat of the streets and gangs became too much. She received a counsel with Deuteronomy upon request, and reluctantly explained her situation in its entirety to him and the protectors present. She answered his questions and concerns honestly, and while she could tell there was some hesitation from those listening in, she was allowed to become a member under certain circumstances. The first being that she had to report to a protector or Deuteronomy himself anytime she accepted a ‘job,” and secondly, she was not to endanger any present member of the tribe, or ally. Wickett agreed, and has been a shadow within the junkyard ever since.

Whether or not the protectors and Deuteronomy still find her to be a threat, Wickett doesn’t know. She is treated kindly, and has even made a few “friendships,” which is enough to keep her coming around – that and the fact they don’t interfere with her choosen profession.

Wickett did eventually patch things back up with her fathers, and visits them on a regular basis. They seem to have come to terms with her choices, (or at least they don’t voice any negative opinions any longer), and her visits are pleasant. Still, she is too much like her parents to stick around for too long, and makes her home in the city.