Amy

With a victim complex so big it can be seen from space, Amy is used to being second fiddle to in terms of romance. Her self-love isnt the best, despite her ego, and she tends to put herself down too often and settle instead of trying to improve.

One needs to look no further than her attire to see that this is the case. Her baggy costume hides her admittedly small chest and pear shape that she’s not too fond of. Underneath her robes, she usually sports bland and old underwear: bras with underwire poking through, granny panties or briefs in outdated styles and with holes. Anything that can be found in value packs in nudes or blacks or whites, usually.

Her butt is on the dumpy side of things, wide hips doing her no favors, and is sprinkled with cellulite and freckles. She’s resigned herself to having a frumpy behind, blaming the cosmos and bad genes even though the Wardens have a free gym for her to do something about it herself. She doesn’t have a bit of muscle on her, but stress and decent eating habits have at least stopped her from getting too pudgy.

Still, she’s a far cry from the busty blondes she obsessed over and is susceptible to many types of humiliation or embarrassment. In the face of surprising scenarios, she’s much more like to freeze or crumple than try to do anything to change her circumstances. She’d sooner pity herself and beg than anything.