Brief Summary: Outwardly, Gwen has no complications. She's forever perky, chatting about anything and everything that comes her way. There's not a lot that can crush her bright and cheerful demenor. It doesn't matter what's going down. She can be standing in the middle of a bar fight, and still have a huge smile on her face. It's kind of a defense mechanism on her part. Nobody wants to have deep, meaningful talks with the peppy blonde who apparently doesn't have a serious thought going on between her ears. That's not the case, however. Gwen is incredibly calculating, she just hides it by playing dumb. The people who she routinely swindles never expect it from her. If she looks like an idiot, she becomes kind of invisible. Sure, she's a babe, but she kind of dissapears the moment she giggles.

There's deeper problems going on. Gwen has pretty big issues with her self-esteem. Her family problems mean that she feels the need to be validated. Any time she thinks that anyone may actually like her for whatever reason, she latches on. There's no shaking her. Then again, she doesn't think that people genuinely like her very often. At the moment, she's only super attatched to her 'boyfriend' and her bestie. The fact that she has no real parental influence hits her hard as well. She's never had a real constant in her life, or someone that she trusted enough to give her advice that she actually listened too. She pretty much bops through life, doing whatever she thinks is best without actually paying attention to anything that people say to her. She steals, she lies, and she flirts. There is no grand plan to the life of Gwen Danvers.

Brief Summary: Gwen doesn't remember much about her early childhood, or her 'first life' as she secretly thinks of it. Her parents are nothing more than dim shadows, their hazy features meaningless twenty years later. Sometimes, she'll recall a bit more, like the sound of her mother's laugh, or the way she felt when her father smiled, but not very often. Of the car accident that took them both, she remembers nothing. Only two at the time, she had been left at the babysitters while the young couple went out for a dinner on their own. It was drunk driver that claimed them. A social worker told her the story, once she was old enough to understand. Even then, it didn't seem to matter much.

Over the years, she stopped trying to remember. It got to hard, especially when her 'second life' got more and more overwhelming. Like so many other kids, she was shuffled in to the foster care system. Both her parents had been only children, her grandparents too old or too dead to take her in. There'd been a family friend who'd tried to claim her, but they wouldn't let her because she was young and single. Instead, they plopped her down in a dirty double-wide, with a woman who smoked too much and cared too little. She spent three horrifying months sharing a single bedroom with three other kids close to her age before they took them all away, and dispersed them somewhere else.

There were a few nice families along the way, but none of them that were willing to keep her for long. She'd spend a few months here, maybe a year there, before she was right back where she started. For over a decade, Gwen never had a set home. It seemed like once she got settled somewhere, she was uprooted again and sent to live with strangers. After so much of that, a place to call her own was something that she yearned for. Every time she was moved, she left a little more of her happiness behind. All she wanted was her own place, her own family and her own friends. She didn't want to keep having to start over.

At sixteen, she was placed in a home in Mt. Pleasent. The family that they stuck her with was pretty decent. They remembered to put groceries in the fridge, and she got her own phone line and computer. It took her weeks to feel comfortable there. The Carsons were the sort that took kids like her, kids that had been in the system so long that they weren't altogether stable. After a few months, she was itching to actually get comfrotable. That thought horrified her. She knew that as soon as she carved out her spot, they'd just rip her away again. This time, however, they didn't. A year went by, and she stayed under the same roof. It was like some kind of miracle. That miracle didn't soften her any, though. Instead, it made her that much more suspicious. She refused to get close to her foster parents, or any of the other teens they were taking care of. It was only a matter of time, and she knew it.

When Gwen was old enough to make her own way, she did so without hesitation. Though she still kept in light contact with her foster mother, she never stayed in one place for too long again. She'd camp out for a week or so here, then decide that 'there' sounded so much better, and take off again. She did a lot of hitch-hiking, and traded a few favors to get where she was going. During that time, Gwen made good use of the skills that she'd learned when she was a kid, using stealth rather than strength to get what she wanted. At first, it was no big deal to dip in to a purse no one was watching. Eventually, she got more bold, pulling wallets out of people's pockets. Then she moved up to actually breaking in to houses. That's when it got interesting.

For all her general carelesness, Gwen never got caught. She hooked up with groups a few times, working jobs in teams, but for the most part stayed on her own. It was easier to steal only what she needed to survive, or to steal for herself. She didn't care for the thought of doing someone else's dirty work. Things went really well for her, all the way up until she was twenty-four. During a brief vacation to the beach, she was exposed to some sort of toxin that gave her the ability to stagger through time. Trust me, you do not want to know how she figured that out. Then there was the added benefit of being able to slow time down, or stop it completely. Needless to say, that was damn useful when it came to her job.

At the moment, she's living quite well. Gwen has developed a kind of emotional attatchment to the island, and thus maintains a mostly permenant residance there. She steals things from every era, keeping stuff that she wants for herself in her basement. It's cool, being able to lift stuff from the past. It leaves her way more time to enjoy herself in the present.

Time Manipulation -- Currently, Gwen isn't quite fantastical enough to travel back and chill out with the dinosaurs. Honestly, it's a stretch for her to go more than fifty years back, and about ten years forward. For one, she doesn't have much of a reason to. For another, the farther back she goes, the longer she has to stick around until she has the energy to jump back to her 'home time'. Gwen does spend the majority of her time in 2009, only jumping to do her 'job', or because she needs amusement. She does not live out other lives in other times. She doesn't see much of a point in that. Keeping up with one life is exhausting enough.

She also has the ability to stop time, or just slow it down. This is the aspect of her gift that she uses the most often. The period for which she can maintain frozen time depends entirely on her current state of mind. If she's dead tired, there's no way she can hold it for long. On a few occasions, she's tried speeding time up, but that gives her a viscious headache and makes her kind of ill. It's easier just to jump ahead, rather than watch things move in a great big blur.