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Once Wendy Watson had a normal life: work, painting, boyfriend, BFF roommate.
Than it all changed.
In the wake of a freak tentacle-monster-related disaster, Wendy met a handsome guy in an Eisenhower jacket calling himself The Middleman. Impressed by her level head in the face of outlandish and improbable doom, he offered her a job at his temp agency.
It was not your typical temp agency.
"What does that mean? You build strip malls and kill people?"
"I never build strip malls."
Wendy found herself recruited, apprentice to the Middleman himself, the world's last and only line of defense against aliens and monsters and robots and other comic book evils. And despite the fact that she can't tell anyone, despite the fact that she's constantly putting her life on the line in bizarre new ways, despite the fact that her boss is sometimes so much of a boy scout she can barely believe it ...
... She loves it.
"Oh, I save the world in my own way."
Wendy is a slight young Cuban-American woman in her mid-twenties. Her dark brown hair is alternately curly, wavy or straight depending on how much time she has decided to dedicate to the curling iron that particular day. She has hazel eyes and occasionally wears thick-rimmed cats-eye-style glasses, though she has been known to wear contacts, especially when on duty. Her fingers are occasionally stained with acrylics or graphite or charcoal, and on the rare occasions when she wears nail polish it rapidly becomes chipped and worn.
She tends to dress in outfits that don't mind getting some paint on them, with lots of natural fabrics and faded jeans that are gradually wearing through at the knees.
In uniform she wears a white dress shirt, thin black tie and khaki green Eisenhower jacket that she leaves hanging open. She keeps a utility belt slung around her waist and a positron blaster in a holster strapped to her hip. Her required uniform includes heels, a fact about which she is not entirely pleased.
She never goes without her Middlewatch (unless a Code 86 is in progress).
Wendy is remarkably calm and rational in the face of danger. This is at least partially due to the fact that her primary reaction to monsters or aliens or other hinky things tends to be "Whoa, cool!" She has a great eye for detail and a fantastic memory.
Years of video game playing has given her "the reflexes of a bush sniper," and after a few training sessions with Sensei Ping (the most deadly man alive), she is surprisingly good at a slightly goofy but shockingly efficient form of martial arts.
For completely plausible reasons, she is able to pilot fighter jets like a pro.
Wendy Watson is from The Middleman, specifically the short-lived television program that aired on ABC Family. She is the property of Javier Grillo-Marxuach and Les McClaine. She appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in milliways_bar, from which no profit whatsoever is being made. ETA 6/2010: Under new management. I'm mercuriazs at your service!
- Merky Dee