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Character Name: Sue Sylvester.
Series: Glee
Timeline: After the most recently aired episode, so post-"Mattresses"
Canon Resource Link: One & Two.
Character Background:
Sue Sylvester. Who is she? (Besides being a lean, mean, Glee club destroying machine, of course). Well, it’s best to start with the basics. Sue Sylvester has been McKinley High’s cheerleading coach for around 20 or so years. And for good reason. Thanks to her, it can be assumed that the “Cheerios”, McKinley’s Cheerleading Squad, have been winning competitions left, right, and center. That’s because Sue has one thing that drives her: the desire to win and come out on top. Not unlike a predator in the wild, Sue often preys on those weaker than her to get what she wants; (Sandy Ryerson, being one example). It’s this very desire to win that starts her on her quest to bring down Glee Club once and for all. That and the fact that Principal Figgins decided to cut back her budget to accommodate Glee Club’s financial needs.
Sue can be seen as Glee Club’s arch-nemesis, though she isn’t a typical one by any means. Her methods to try and bring down Glee Club range from sending some of her Cheerios-Quinn, Brittany, and Santana-to join the club so they could give her inside information, to nitpicking everything the Glee club does to try and get them disqualified on technicalities, to leaking out their set list to competitive schools. Quite often, the club usually finds an alternative method of some sorts and dodges whatever master plan Sue had in mind; however, Sue is nothing but determined and usually has more tricks up her sleeves.
That’s not to say that Sue is completely diabolical. In fact, at a few rare moments, it can be seen that rather than nothing, Sue Sylvester does have a heart. At the end of “Wheels”, it’s seen that she has a older sister who suffers from Down Syndrome that she cares immensely about. It’s possible that because of this, Sue’s other acts of kindness-such as paying for three wheelchair ramps to be built at McKinley or accepting Becky, a student with Down Syndrome, for the open position in the Cheerios squad-come to be. Sue doesn’t do any 180s in her personality by any means, but she does show that deep down, she at least has some semblance of what is fair and right.
Other information about Sue is that she also has her own section on the local News channel called “Sue’s corner” where she, quite literally, just speaks her mind about any and all issues. Popular examples: Why caning children works, why littering should be done and most recently, why there should be a national “uglies and fatties stay at home” holiday. Not the most politically correct topics, but enough to keep her popular with the news station.
Tl;dr - Sue Sylvester is probably the meanest and most manipulative Cheerleading coach you will ever meet. She is above sabotage and her main goal is to be a winner. That being said, she also has her rare moments because she is only human (for now) and occasionally acts like she has a heart. Fun fact: she’s also gotten her tear ducts removed because what the hell, it wasn’t like she was using them in the first place. 8|
Abilites/Special Powers: Does the ability to terrorize teenagers (and occasionally, Will Schuester) or be a BAMF at swing dancing count?
Third-Person Sample:
Sue Sylvester was a woman with a mission.
This was the sole thought in her head as she moved, her legs springing forward like a cheetah’s, towards the first step. Her movements were graceful as she put one leg forward, then another, taking two steps at a time in her hurry. The wind blew her hair back and for a minute she was faster than Hermes himself; a vision ascending up to the heavens. Or at least across the parking lot to where she spotted a sight that she disgusted her entire being.
William Schuester. But not just regular William (she’d learned to control her gag reflex after seeing too much of that around school premises), but William standing in front of a McDonald’s holding the one thing that nearly sent her into a fit of rage. A Big Mac.
A greasy, disgusting heart attack surrounded by dried up and cardboard-tasting buns and there he was holding it like it was nothing at all. Why it was almost offensive the way he nonchalantly stood there, holding the wretched thing they dared call “food” in his hand. Clearly it was her job-nay, her duty to go and fix this.
How you may ask? The answer was simple yet ingenious; a sure-fire solution that Sue herself had thought up the minute she’d spotted him.
She marched up to him, footsteps quick and hard on the pavement. Before he could even notice or protest, she turned him around with her mighty hands and snatched the horrid item out of his hands. Within minutes, she had it unwrapped and the sheer smell of it almost made her want to throw up her protein shake. But she wouldn’t-she would be strong until she completed her task. She had to be if she was going to do this. Like a majestic lion sinking its teeth into a helpless gazelle, she too sunk her teeth into the burger and tore off an angry mouthful. Sue chewed quickly, not wanting the food to remain in her mouth any longer than it needed to.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Will,” she spoke finally, paying no attention to his shocked face. Whatever remained of his burger was crushed between her fists and then promptly tossed into the garbage.
“Does that wife of yours not cook you a decent enough meal or do you enjoy having to rely on nothing but empty calories and grease? Next time crack open some raw eggs and make yourself a protein shake. Maybe then you won’t go wandering about looking like a starved Ethiopian.”
And with that, she pivoted on her heel and walked away off to do her next great deed for the world.
First-Person Sample:
[ text; semi-private ]
Dear new Journal,
As I mentioned before it seems that I appear to have awakened in some strange place far, far away from home. (I'm not quite too sure of the details yet, but you know me, Journal. There isn't a single thing that will be unknown to Sue Sylvester--if it's worth knowing, of course.)
Wise as always, I'm choosing to look at this as an opportunity in disguise. "Trapped" is a word of no meaning to me. I am not a caged bird. Oh no. I am a beautiful animal who reigns supreme no matter what. Be it in a high school full of unfortunate, pimply teenagers or this cheap imitation of Wonderland. I plan on making full use of the resources and do what the rest of these idiots are too pathetic to figure out: Create an escape plan. Lima may be no Paradise, but I resent being taken away from where I am needed. The Cheerios will fall apart without me and consequently, so will the funding from the sponsors and I, at no cost, will allow that to happen. That fog machine is mine.
I suppose at the very least, I don't have to worry myself over what sort of environment killing product Will Schuester has smeared in that god-awful mop he chooses to place on his head everyday. I consider this, a blessing for my retinas. A Schuester-free place is tolerable and I am glad, that whoever my kidnapper may be, had some taste in who they decide to kidnap. Still, I am getting out of here; mark my words, Journal.
More later,
Sue Sylvester
(Champion of champions)