name: wilhelmina beatrice jones
nicknames: willa
age: twenty-one
gender identity: cis-female
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: bisexual
birthday: june 11th
star sign: gemini
occupation: waitress at taverna and bartender at argos
neighborhood: cayuga heights
place of birth: sunrise, florida
height: 5′4″
background
Willa has lived in Ithaca a majority of her life. She’s known by all in town, though not always for the best reasons. Willa was raised by a single father, a kid barely 17 who dropped out of high school to dedicate his time to his newborn. She was raised by a handful of teenagers, all friends of her father,  and the occasional kind neighbor. Her mother was out of the pictures when she was only a mere weeks old and even though there’d been a few attempts at reconnecting, they’ve been unsuccessful.
From a young age Willa was exposed to things well beyond her years as her father’s constant string of get rich quick schemes often ended in disaster. While the first number a child memorizes is that of a parent, Willa’s first number was of a bondsman. The only bondsman in town who still hadn’t blocked their number. Judging looks and sour whispers tended to follow her through town. She was the girl from the wrong side of town, a home that resembled a halfway house more than anything else, but the rumors and disapproving looks never really bothered her. Though they always felt sorry for her, Willa grew up with plenty of love despite the unconventional upbringing. One that she really wouldn’t trade.
A string of different women went in and out of her life, a new girlfriend, a temporary fiancé, a woman picked up at a bar who refused to leave. Each one was as colorful as the last and while some were nicer than others, Willa was always fascinated by each one. Some stayed long enough to teach her the best recipe for mac and cheese and how to mend a pair of ripped jeans and others only stayed long enough to mumble a quick goodbye before making their way out the door. They’d always leave a thing or two behind, a worn leather jacket to add to her closet and on a couple rare occasions, a fully grown child turned faux sibling.
Independent from a young age Willa has always been a hard worker, from babysitting the neighborhood kids at a young age to holding three part time jobs throughout the school year. She always hated asking for money, hated feeling like she needed to rely on others, even if it was for the small things. Her small savings however didn’t often last as sooner or later she’d be forced to use them on one thing or another.
Willa knew pretty early on that a higher education would not be in the cards for her. Classes were often missed and despite being able to pick up in the middle of a chapter without any hesitation she knew that what most colleges looked for was a clean transcript. Willa’s was filled with unexplained absences and even a few suspensions ( they weren’t her fault, honest) and scholarships weren’t awarded to girls like her unless they proved to have some gifted athletic ability. It didn’t bother her either way, she liked the idea of not being tied down to one place. No college meant being able to just leave if she wanted to, emphasis on the word if.
other
Rumor has it she works at Argos because it’s the only bar in town that hasn’t banned her yet. She worked her way up from a busboy, picking up dirty shot glasses and moping up spills when she turned 18 and now works as a bartender picking up the trade during her time there.
She isn’t much of a drinker, mostly because she doesn’t like the taste but also because she tends to lose her temper when she’s drunk (see rumor above)Â
Willa’s pride and joy is a 1966 ivy green ford mustang convertible that was given to her when she turned 16. it was thanks to a lucky hand in poker, her dad still brags about it to this day. willa made sure to ask for help in learning everything there was to know about the car. she’ll change her oil and swap out her own tires.
willa loves the outdoors, hiking, swimming, kayaking, anything as long as there’s the sky above and fresh air. she’s also an avid birdwatcher, a hobby she picked up during her brief girl scout stint at 6 years old.
willa tries to wear her heart on her sleeve, if it’s weighing you down then it’s better to open up and let it out, even if she winds up getting hurt
