Anyway, here's Maeve

It's been 3 days since I've written anything. Not exactly true, since I've been focusing on school work, but y'all know what I mean.
Anyway, here's an assignment from my creative writing class. Character creation/development! My favorite!

Name: Maeve Pryce
Age: 27
Where your character lives: Issaquah, WA
Physical characteristics: Medium skin with beige undertones, average height, and bottom hour glass figure (wider hips, muscular thighs). A round face with slightly large downturned eyes, turned up nose and full lips. Manicured brows though a little on the bushy side. Two beauty marks, one above left eyebrow and one on the right cheek. Long black hair almost always pulled up in a high pony tail. Due to Poliosis she has small patch of silvery grey hair behind her left ear.
Family members: Parents separated when she was a toddler, and she is unsure where her dad is. Mother passed away not long after, and the only biological family she is certain she has is her grandmother (Murigen), one maternal aunt (Aria), and one maternal great-aunt (Elowen).
Relationship status: Single
Career/current job: Police officer with the Issaquah Police
Biggest accomplishment: Completed her associates degree while in high school
Biggest regret: Having an argument with Lyra and leaving her alone the day she disappeared
Current aspirations: To work her way up through the ranks to detective, and also learn how to crochet
Favorite movie: To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar
What makes your character happy?: Antique stores, hiking in the Olympic Forest, the murder of crows that lives in the trees around her apartment
Favorite childhood toy: Calico Critters (a family of cats) with the cottage playset
Best friends: Saiga Shimada; known since high school and competed in the summer junior Olympics in archery. River Gladwyn; works in records for the Issaquah Police. Lyra Wolfe; missing for twenty years.
What would character change about themselves: She wishes she could ask for help without feeling like she failed at life somehow
What event is your character unable to move past: The disappearance of her first best friend when she was in primary school

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