nothing more frightening than a woman scorned

BASICS

Name — jillian henrietta lloyd

Age — twenty five

Sex — cisfem

Pronouns — she/her

Sexuality — bisexual

Birthday — 09/12/97

Residence  — coral coast

Occupation — employee at presents of the past

Time in Fairford  — 8 years

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits — deliberate , warm , gregarious , alluring , intrepid. 

Negative Traits — facetious , guarded , hot-headed , aloof , enigmatic. 

Likes — sunshine , the beach , old cars , farmers markets , dressing up , fidget toys , old television/cinema , going to bed late , coconut ice cream 

Dislikes — eye-contact, loud chewing, slow walkers , beer , being too cold , sweating , romantic movies , seafood , the dark .

Aesthetics — freshly fallen snow , oversized bubblegum bubbles , the burn of alcohol , brand new shoes ,  showing up late to everything with a large coffee ,  the echo of an empty theatre ,  the lingering smell of fruity bodyspray

Goals — self sufficiency . she doesn’t want to rely on her step-mom forever. 

Motivations — being a good person so the owner of the shop still likes her 

MEET JILLIAN

“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

“Well I didn’t know this was going to be my final destination, I guess,” Jillian answered, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingertips and averting her eyes as she pondered the question. Truth is she packed up the car she had gotten as a gift (from her step mother) for her 16th birthday, and drove North. Following the winding path of 101 for three days, stopping to sleep in rest areas, and once in a motel when she needed a shower, on the fourth day she drove a little more aimlessly, trekking off until a large ‘Welcome to Fairford’ sign greeted her, and never ended up looking back. Jillian had stopped in to find something to eat, and found herself drawn in by the quaint way the town bustled with life. “But the longer I stayed, the less I felt like leaving,” she finishes the thought while sitting up a little straighter. “To answer you other question, though, living in Fairford is pretty much exactly what you’d imagine it to be. Knowing your neighbors is nice, and like- the name of who owns your favorite coffee shop. It’s nice feeling connected.”

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

Jillian stiffens imperceptibly, before scratching the back of her ear and laughing as nonchalantly as she could muster. “Not many number to block,” she jokes with a wave of her hand. “Dad’s dead, mom’s dead, I still talk to my step-mom from time to time, but she’s...” the assailing thoughts making it hard for Jill to focus before clearing her throat, “She lives in California, so it’s hard to stay close,” she excuses. It’s a good excuse, too, but not remotely close to the actual answer. “My siblings are weird too, I never really know what they’re thinking, even when we are in touch,” she deflects, though the underlying truth to those words are in the fact Jillian truly has never known how her siblings feel about her.

“Top five songs currently on your Spotify?”

Jillian rolls her eyes and whips out her phone, “I use Apple Music, actually,” she corrects, before tapping the app and scrolling for a moment. “The last five songs I’ve added though,” she begins, eyes reading before a wide grin coming across her face, “I Am a Rock, by Simon and Garfunkle. Then it’s Hey Juliet, by LMNT. I like to sing ‘Hey Jillian’ because it still works,” she teases, and turns her attention back to read her phone again, “Cardboard Box by Flo, super catchy. Can’t Kick Up the Roots, by Neck Deep, and oh--” she trails off, having a soft chuckle behind her and before concluding, “And Fireflies by Owl City.”

BACKGROUND

born to college aged, aspiring star-mother , entertainment industry CEO la-father. father had a wife , mom was an affair. no contact with dad, received hush money. mom died when she was 4, came into father’s custody. new siblings. tense relationships. father expected perfection in everything she did from day one. her step mom was lovely, not missing a beat to invite jillian in despite the pain her presence caused.

was put in pageants from the age of 5 with no choice . jillian had ebbing and flowing relationships with her half siblings. winning titles was the only thing her father ever praised her for. after a few years jill had no interest in pageants, but was told it was “the only thing going for her” by her father. after a tumultuous end to pageanting years later, she was the only one of her siblings to attend boarding school starting at the age of 13, and was only asked to come home for christmas and summer breaks. it took her a few years to warm up, but it turned out her step mom was her biggest ally.

in school jill used her looks to get whatever she wanted, and had most of her classmates wrapped around her finger. she pranced around acting like she had everything figured out, the leader of her own little clique, it was the most powerful jillian had ever felt in her life. she lost her virginity at the age of 15 , and her reputation throughout school was quickly made. she was still wildly popular, but that popularity came with everyone’s assumption that jill had slept with half the school’s population (when in reality, the number was something more like 6 people.) after being devastated by the fact, jillian embraced it, and has since used her promiscuity to keep people at arms length. (she would rather sleep with you, than get to know you, because she assumes that’s all you want from her.)

her father died the week before jillian was about to graduate high school ... she didn’t return home and chose to walk with her classmates despite the fact she had little-to-no one in the crowd for her. packed up the small amount of belongings she had at school and moved to fairford.

starting over completely , she got a job at presents of the past. jill never really knew what she liked, her feelings always coming second to whatever duties she had to fulfil. but the owner is the sweetest man that welcomed jill immediately, and was overjoyed to express his joy of old trinkets, things of the past, and anything the looked like it held a story. it was the first time jill had met someone that made her so happy. she didn’t feel the incessant need to please him like her father , or the instinctual guilt for the reality of her relationship like her step mom. he was just him, and made jill feel heard, and seen even from their very first discussion on embroidered dinner napkins. jill did her best to keep the fact that she was living out of her car under wraps, terrified of feeling pitied, or that his thoughts about her would change. that arrangement lasted a little less than 3 months before jill was able to get her own place.  she had been ignoring all of her step mother’s attempts at communication since she graduated (and the death of her father or whatever) all those months ago, but jill finally felt like she was drowning and needed help and one day picked up the phone. her step mom got her into a nice townhouse on the coast without as second thought.

today she’s still (partially) being supported by her step mother, their relationship relatively unchanged from her childhood, visiting for holidays and speaking every so often, but the older jillian gets, the more she understands how awful her father was, and how drastically she had changed her step mother’s life. the dynamic between them can’t help but overwhelm jill with guilt sometimes, so she does her best to keep the woman at arms length, even though she’s the only family she has. besides from the owner of presents, of course, who she also spends some holidays with, evening joining him and his family for thanksgiving dinner last year.  

jillian absolutely pours herself into her work at presents, and her relationship with the owner flourished alongside her passion for the very same trinkets. as somebody with little family , jill was enthralled with the idea of keeping the history of a person alive , even after they've died. old photographs, toys made only of wood and cloth nearly falling apart, sewing tins full of memorabilia of a band that no longer exists. all of it excites jill.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

mw: exes !!! any past romantic/sexual connection (m/f , she’s bi hehe) , current fwb , roommate , long lost cousin , dealer

neighbor.

rival.

mentor.

bad influence.

personal trainer.

sexually tense friendship.