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Character Info;
Town Opening: Carnival - Fortune Teller
Housing: The Carnival
Character Journal name: [info]perspective | ~perspective
Character Name: Meredith Elizabeth Janssen
Character Age: 30
Character Played By: Karen Gillan -

Character Personality & History: Meredith Elizabeth Connor came into the world on July 31, 1985, the only child of Kenneth and Elizabeth Connor. From day one, Meredith was always a happy, contented child. She didn't fuss, didn't throw tantrums, and she always had a smile on her face. She also seemed to have an uncanny ability to pick up on the emotions and moods of those around her; someone in the room who was feeling down or upset would likely find themselves with a lapful of Meredith and a sloppy baby kiss to make everything better. That's simply how Meredith was, ready to do anything she could to help those around her feel better. Her parents felt blessed with the daughter they saw as near perfection.

As a child, Meredith started to emerge as a born leader in the small Colorado neighborhood she and her family lived in. She was forever arranging projects and events for the neighborhood children. From lemonade and cookie stands, to talent shows and building forts in the small wooded area near their houses, Meredith always had some project or plan she was working on. She hated to be idle, to be stuck inside doing nothing, and there was always a sense of urgency about her that there wasn't enough time in the world and she needed to take advantage of every minute she could get her hands on. She was a little girl who was determined to change the world, one way or another.

In school, Meredith positively blossomed. There wasn't a student or teacher in her schools that didn't know her or at least know of her. Friendly with everyone, Meredith was the type of person who could be counted on to give a warm welcome and a friendly smile to anyone she encountered, and as such, she was quick to make friends with everyone. New students, outcasts, it didn't matter to her who you were or where you came from. Everyone deserved a friendly smile in her book. Her warm nature lead her to being a leader within her high school, holding a student council position all four years, and acting as president during her junior and senior years. She was active in many groups as well, from the environmental club, to the peer counseling group, to tutoring in English and Composition. Most people, when asked, would say that Meredith was destined for great things, because she was the sort of person who made things happen, no matter the circumstances she found herself in.

Despite how busy Meredith kept herself in school, she still kept time for an active social life. She had a close circle of friends from all of the activities she was involved in, and a few guys that she dated, but nothing serious. She was generally of the opinion that while romance and dating in high school was fun, she was busy enough as it was without getting heavily involved with a guy she likely wouldn't be with past high school. Her parents were always surprised at this mature way Meredith had at looking at things, but they were proud of their daughter for thinking and acting the way she did. She was in control of herself, her emotions, and she didn't put herself at risk at letting anything ruin the plans and goals she had in life. She would go to college, she had told everyone. Get her degree, likely in something business related because she felt those skills could be put to use in so many different fields. Then she'd find a good job, a career she could grow with. After that, she'd get married, have children, settle down. It was her fifteen-year plan, because Meredith was realistic, and she knew things like that wouldn't and couldn't happen overnight.

As expected, Meredith graduated in the top ten percent of her class, and with the massive amount of community service and her good grades, she received a full-ride scholarship to Colorado State University. Majoring in accounting with a minor in English, Meredith loved college. It was her first time out of the house, away from her parents, and she adored the freedom she had. She wasn't the type of person to balk at rules and restrictions, but living on her own, making her own decisions, her own schedule, it was freeing in a way that she had never experienced before. There wasn't a thing about college that she didn't like. From classes, to living in the dorms, to her roommates, to going out at night to the local hotspots, life was near perfection for Meredith.

And then she met Thomas Janssen.

Thomas was her English Literature professor, 20 years her senior, quiet and thoughtful with creases at the corners of his eyes from a life filled with smiles and laughter. And Meredith fell for him the moment she first saw him. The feelings turned out to be mutual, and as soon as she was no longer in his class, the pair turned from teacher and student to something more intimate. It went against everything that Meredith had planned for in her life. Romance, relationships, those sort of things were supposed to come after the schooling, after the career, when she was ready for something like that. She expressed these thoughts to Thomas, more than once, and each time he simply assured her that life was beyond their control. One cannot choose where and when one loves. It simply happens. And those quiet words, sincere and simple, only served to reaffirm the feelings she was developing for him.

The rest of college swept by, filled with classes and papers, finals and friends, a whirlwind of excitement and life that she could hardly keep up with. She kept busy on campus, working for the campus literary magazine, helping with the presidential elections when they came around, but it was what happened in April, as she was preparing for graduation, finishing up her senior projects, that something life-changing happened. It started with nausea in the morning, everything she ate coming back up, the sickness dwindling throughout the day. A trip to the school health clinic later and Meredith got the news she had been quietly dreading.

Thomas, to his credit, took the news well. It was something they risked with the relationship they kept, and even though Meredith couldn't stop crying as she sat in his office with the results in her hand, Thomas didn't waver. They could marry, he said, as she wiped at her eyes and smeared mascara, and he would be there. He wouldn't leave her, he promised, and there in his office, on what should have been your normal, run of the mill Wednesday, Thomas got down on one knee and asked Meredith to marry him. It was both the happiest and saddest day of her life; happy, because the man she loved wanted to marry her, sad because it came on the heels of something that didn't fit into her plan. It was all too soon, far too much, but she tried to push down that sadness, that panic that was welling deep inside, and Meredith put a smile on her face and tried to be happy.

Meredith walked the stage nine weeks pregnant, barely showing beneath the gown she wore, and she smiled as she accepted her diploma, graduating like she had in high school in the top ten percent of her class. She could see her parents in the audience, Thomas, friends that she had made that wouldn't graduate until the years following, and Meredith had to admit that she was happy. Perhaps this could all work out, somehow, even if it wasn't part of her 'plan'. After graduation, she approached her parents, Thomas at her side, to let them know the news. She could see the disappointment in their eyes, could see the way they fought to find the 'good' in the situation after years of hearing about Meredith's grand plans for life. But nonetheless, they were happy with her, with Thomas for stepping up and taking responsibility for everything that was happening instead of simply abandoning her to a life of being a single parent.

The wedding was in October, a simple ceremony with only their closest friends and relatives. Thomas wore a black suit, his tie matching the satin sash of emerald green that Meredith wore just above her growing stomach. She wore white flowers in her hair and cried when their vows were exchanged. There were tears all around, congratulations and good wishes from those in attendance, but Meredith couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong in all that was happening. She loved Thomas, she did, and she could tell that he loved her very much, but something wasn't right. But Meredith pushed the strange feelings aside in lieu of losing herself in the wedding celebrations. They moved in with one another, as married couples do, a small house that Thomas had owned for some time, the perfect size for their soon to be family. In January, the couple became parents to a little boy, Spencer, and for a long while after that, things were happy. Meredith stayed home to raise the child, and they lived comfortably on Thomas' salary as a tenured professor.

Bliss continued for nearly four years. Meredith was a good mother, taking her son on play dates, scrapbooking the important milestones of his life. If asked, she would have said that she was happy, because for as far as she knew, this was the definition of happiness. They had other friends, married couples with children of their own, and there were dinners and vacations planned together, weekend trips and celebrations, and if she closed her eyes, she could pretend that this was what she wanted. That it was okay. It was okay that this wasn't her grand plan, that this wasn't the way things were supposed to end up. She had a loving husband, an adorable child. What more could she want?

It was just after Spencer's fourth birthday that things started to... shift. There was a certain unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach, an uneasiness that she couldn't shake. More than once, Thomas expressed his worry over his increasingly withdrawn wife. There are counselors you can go to, he would say, and she would quietly refuse, reassuring him that things were alright. But there was no soothing the worry that Meredith could see in Thomas' eyes. He knew there was something wrong, and she felt horrible that she couldn't tell him what it was. How do you tell someone that the thing making you unhappy is the thing that would make most women incredibly happy?

Meredith wasn't entirely sure what possessed her over the coming weeks, but something in her changed, had tilted on its side. She had always been a person who forged her own path, who led the way instead of following, and since marrying Thomas and having a son, she had forgotten that. Plans were made then, phone calls to friends, and Meredith made plans to leave. Some friends got her in touch with a guy who called Las Vegas home, and with his help, she had a job, a place to live, everything she needed to catch her when she left.

She left on a Tuesday. Spencer was at Thomas' parents for the week, so there was no worrying about him. A note was left on his desk where Meredith was sure her husband would see it. She said that she was sorry, but she needed to leave for a while. She still loved him, and loved Spencer very much, but she needed some space before she fell apart. It promised that she would stay in contact with him, that she would be back, but even Meredith knew she couldn't promise those words. The future was open ahead of her, and she had no idea what was in store for her in Nevada.

A yellow taxi took her to the airport, two suitcases, her carry-on, and the smart phone that had arrived in the mail. It wasn't much, but she felt it would be enough.

She would make sure it was enough, one way or another.

But Las Vegas wasn't everything it was cut out to be. Trouble lived there, it seemed, and Meredith was a magnet for it all. Nightmares followed her when she left, when she ran, and though it was tempting to return to Colorado, to the safety of a life that she didn't particularly fit into, Meredith, she continued running. Instead, she took her passport and she travelled. With her belongings whittled down to what could fit in a backpack, she let the wind carry her, so to speak. She didn't have a lot of money, and while it was tempting to give in to the guilt that was calling for her to return to Colorado, Meredith refused. She filled her days with keeping busy, instead. She saw Africa and Southeast Asia. She spent a whirlwind of a month in Tokyo before heading west once more. This time she landed in the United Kingdom and the urge to settle down tugged at her.

She finally contacted Thomas at that point, told him that she was safe, but she didn't think she was coming home. She still loved him, and her son, at least in as much of a way as she could love someone she hadn't seen for the better part of two years. But it was better this way - at least that's what she convinced herself of. So she settled and she found a flat and a job, accounting assistant for a company that dealt in property and other such things. It was a good job, but then things got rocky when the owner's son stepped in. Things changed, things shifted, and she saw a lot of her coworkers jump ship, not quite trusting of the son who had come back. But not Meredith. She stayed, and she got to know the new owner, Neil.

At first, it was just employee and employer, but business turned to something more personal, and in Neil, Meredith found a man who didn't want her to fit into some role he had created, but was more than happy to let her be her. She felt as though she was coming back to herself, the strong, confident woman she had been before marriage and motherhood had tried to mold her into something she couldn't and wouldn't be. It was a strong enough relationship that when he announced he was moving overseas, she followed.

But just like her time in Las Vegas, her time back in the states was full of trouble. Between Neil's ex-girlfriend, his family, and her saying the wrong things at the absolute worst times, Meredith had few allies to lean on. Neil was busy, with business, with Sam, with his siblings, and they started to grow apart bit by bit. Meredith recognized that the fault lay on her, just as much as it did Neil, and that guilt did nothing to help her behaviour. Desperate for love, for affection, she pushed and she pulled, but nothing changed.

It was during this struggle that some enemies of Neil's, someone he had crossed, had upset, decided to swoop in. A kidnapping. A ransom. Torture when there was no response. It ended with rescue, with hospitals and trauma, and eventually, the loss of Meredith's sight.

She fell into a dark place after that, her days spent in a hospital recovering, and that place grew darker still when Neil left. There didn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel, anything to look forward to, but then an unlikely person told her that she needed to fight. That they wouldn't leave her alone.

Things got better after that as she was forced to live with her new disability. It wasn't easy, and there were still some really bad days, but Meredith fought. She tried to be positive, to watch what she said, to think before she acted, and it seemed to help. It was during this time that Sam, the unlikely source for the words that spurred her on, came to get her. They were leaving, running. A bus to the end of the line, and they found themselves in Repose.

The town was small, in the middle of nowhere, and it seemed ripe for new beginnings. Meredith, she settled at the carnival, an unlikely place for a woman like her, but it seemed right. With her sight gone, other things seemed to have awakened. She didn't dare talk of it, didn't dare speak a word of what she could hear. Because who would believe her if she thought she could read minds?

So she had a place at the carnival, a tent with scarves and flickering candles, and a deck of cards. She picked bits and pieces out of the minds of those who came to see her, told them what they wanted to hear. And for the first time in a long while, Meredith felt like she almost belonged.

Town Connections;
(Three storylines that can be filled by other characters in play. These can be open storylines for characters. For example, your character can have a storyline for their biological sister or for their spouse. Must be open upon character’s introduction into the game, not pre-filled! This will not necessarily be added as a Town Opening.)

The Ex-Husband: Thomas. 20 years Meredith's senior. She left him with their son and has not seen him in some time. More details can be hashed out as needed, and name, of course, can be changed.
The Carnival-Goers: Some regular visitors to have their cards read and fortunes told.
Therapy friends: Meredith attends therapy, regularly, at the hospital. Other people to meet there, perhaps.