Luck be a Lady
CHARACTER NAME: Faye Valentine
FANDOM: CowboyBebop
PERSONALITY:
Faye is all woman, the best and worst of her breed, an unflinching force of nature. She's lazy and indulgent, wields all her weapons--including her body--with expertise, and protects her vulnerabilities with a fiery venom. She's got most of the mortal sins down to an art form, and juggles them pretty equally. Without a past to serve as her foundation--and not trusting in any sort of future--she scrapes out a life in the present, taking what she wants and fighting to keep it out of the hands of others. Faye is a true survivalist by practice, and a bon vivant at heart--full of secrets, deceptions, and not a whole lot of trust.
Behind the gambling, the drinking, and the smoking however, is a little girl that she desperately pretends doesn't exist. She can't remember her, so she reasons that she doesn't need her. She's a big girl, too independent to need a home, and too tough to get attached to something like friends, so...she abandons and lies to others before they get the chance to do so to her. When she woke up with no memory to guide her, she woke up as a child. Easy prey. Since then, she has fought to grow up and run as fast as she can...and she quickly discovered that she was very good at it.
Faye is a master of evasion and reinvention, constantly playing a game with herself and the world, all to ignore the fact that she has no core. Faye is hollow inside, without a past or reason to be.
Her time spent on the Bebop certainly changed her--how couldn't it?--but it was short-lived and her heart was ultimately broken again. Before landing in Paradisa, she had been sent drifting once more, even more reluctant to put down any sort of roots again. And, she decided, she was okay with that. It was what she had always done, it was fate. But, then the Castle snatched her up and is forcing her to endure the pushing of her life's 'reset' button, yet again.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Faye was in a bad mood. Her ponies didn't place, she was out of cigarettes, and the whiskey here tasted like fossil fuel. Stirring her drink lethargically, until the tinkling of ice turned quiet as they melted away, she scowled a wound into the opposite wall. There weren't even any clowns in the bar to keep her entertained. No gallivanting young buck that she might have been able to squeeze a drink or a couple of smokes from, no teetering chorus of drunks, not even a shady group of stragglers with hungry eyes that she could have picked a fight with in the alley.
For a moment, she considered heading back to the Bebop. She could just hop into Red Tail and float on home. Jet would be cooking dinner soon, and if she hurried, she could get there with enough time to eat and maybe let Ed paint her nails before calling it a night.
But, no.
She was after a bounty head, and Spike was an asshole. There was no way she was going back yet. Sure, she hadn't told the boys that she was going to be down here at all, and they were probably paging her right now wondering where she was, but she needed her space. They were just going to have to wait. That ship got smaller and smaller by the day; sometimes a girl's just gotta get up and do her own thing for a while.
She smirked at her garbled reflection in the glass. Faye Valentine wore no leash. In fact, she mused to herself, she just might not head back to the Bebop at all today. Maybe not ever.
A hesitant motion caught the corner of her eye then, but she resisted the urge to turn. The behavior of a hunted man was easily recognizable enough...and, she had known he was going to be here. Her mark was slinking out of the bar, and she tipped the bartender--gave him a smile--and then wandered out herself.
She would be heading back to the Bebop tonight, and triumphantly at that.
As she followed her mark into the alley, she tugged on a pretty pair of leather gloves.
She didn't want to chip a nail, after all.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
This place is like a dream I had once.
Trapped in a place full of weird people who have no concept of what it means to be free. Endless hallways and stairways, a big fancy indoor cage.
And that sky...it's empty up there. Just a desert full of stars. You can't get off the ground here.
It's disgusting.
At least in a ship--as claustrophobic as that is--you can go places. You can chase after something if you want, or turn tail and get away.
Here, well...it's no place for a girl with ambition. I don't do well with ceilings over my head, and I don't like being stuck in a corner.
I can take the fact that it's damn crazy here. And boring. And it about as tacky as a Ganymede nightclub. What I can't stand, however, is the way that I keep seeing the same faces so many times in one week.
That bothers me.
In that dream I had, I kept seeing the same people over and over, and they kept watching me right back. There was always some pair of eyes on me, looking at me, knowing me. It's just like that, here.
I just hope I wake up soon.
-- Wiki Page --
FANDOM: CowboyBebop
PERSONALITY:
Faye is all woman, the best and worst of her breed, an unflinching force of nature. She's lazy and indulgent, wields all her weapons--including her body--with expertise, and protects her vulnerabilities with a fiery venom. She's got most of the mortal sins down to an art form, and juggles them pretty equally. Without a past to serve as her foundation--and not trusting in any sort of future--she scrapes out a life in the present, taking what she wants and fighting to keep it out of the hands of others. Faye is a true survivalist by practice, and a bon vivant at heart--full of secrets, deceptions, and not a whole lot of trust.
Behind the gambling, the drinking, and the smoking however, is a little girl that she desperately pretends doesn't exist. She can't remember her, so she reasons that she doesn't need her. She's a big girl, too independent to need a home, and too tough to get attached to something like friends, so...she abandons and lies to others before they get the chance to do so to her. When she woke up with no memory to guide her, she woke up as a child. Easy prey. Since then, she has fought to grow up and run as fast as she can...and she quickly discovered that she was very good at it.
Faye is a master of evasion and reinvention, constantly playing a game with herself and the world, all to ignore the fact that she has no core. Faye is hollow inside, without a past or reason to be.
Her time spent on the Bebop certainly changed her--how couldn't it?--but it was short-lived and her heart was ultimately broken again. Before landing in Paradisa, she had been sent drifting once more, even more reluctant to put down any sort of roots again. And, she decided, she was okay with that. It was what she had always done, it was fate. But, then the Castle snatched her up and is forcing her to endure the pushing of her life's 'reset' button, yet again.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Faye was in a bad mood. Her ponies didn't place, she was out of cigarettes, and the whiskey here tasted like fossil fuel. Stirring her drink lethargically, until the tinkling of ice turned quiet as they melted away, she scowled a wound into the opposite wall. There weren't even any clowns in the bar to keep her entertained. No gallivanting young buck that she might have been able to squeeze a drink or a couple of smokes from, no teetering chorus of drunks, not even a shady group of stragglers with hungry eyes that she could have picked a fight with in the alley.
For a moment, she considered heading back to the Bebop. She could just hop into Red Tail and float on home. Jet would be cooking dinner soon, and if she hurried, she could get there with enough time to eat and maybe let Ed paint her nails before calling it a night.
But, no.
She was after a bounty head, and Spike was an asshole. There was no way she was going back yet. Sure, she hadn't told the boys that she was going to be down here at all, and they were probably paging her right now wondering where she was, but she needed her space. They were just going to have to wait. That ship got smaller and smaller by the day; sometimes a girl's just gotta get up and do her own thing for a while.
She smirked at her garbled reflection in the glass. Faye Valentine wore no leash. In fact, she mused to herself, she just might not head back to the Bebop at all today. Maybe not ever.
A hesitant motion caught the corner of her eye then, but she resisted the urge to turn. The behavior of a hunted man was easily recognizable enough...and, she had known he was going to be here. Her mark was slinking out of the bar, and she tipped the bartender--gave him a smile--and then wandered out herself.
She would be heading back to the Bebop tonight, and triumphantly at that.
As she followed her mark into the alley, she tugged on a pretty pair of leather gloves.
She didn't want to chip a nail, after all.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
This place is like a dream I had once.
Trapped in a place full of weird people who have no concept of what it means to be free. Endless hallways and stairways, a big fancy indoor cage.
And that sky...it's empty up there. Just a desert full of stars. You can't get off the ground here.
It's disgusting.
At least in a ship--as claustrophobic as that is--you can go places. You can chase after something if you want, or turn tail and get away.
Here, well...it's no place for a girl with ambition. I don't do well with ceilings over my head, and I don't like being stuck in a corner.
I can take the fact that it's damn crazy here. And boring. And it about as tacky as a Ganymede nightclub. What I can't stand, however, is the way that I keep seeing the same faces so many times in one week.
That bothers me.
In that dream I had, I kept seeing the same people over and over, and they kept watching me right back. There was always some pair of eyes on me, looking at me, knowing me. It's just like that, here.
I just hope I wake up soon.
-- Wiki Page --