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PLAYER INFORMATION::
OOC: Elle / fridaynext (basically inactive!)
AIM: the eyre affaire
E-mail: forgiversign[at]gmail.com
IRC: Veronica
CHARACTER: Veronica Mars
SERIES: Veronica Mars
CHARACTER AGE: 18
CANON: Meet Veronica Mars. Short, blonde, sassy and armed with a taser and a dog named Back-Up, she fights crime! Well, only if you've paid her to. Meeting her now, you wouldn't think she ever used to be a gullible, slightly naive popular California cheerleader with a happy homelife, a rich boyfriend and an irrepressible force of nature for a best friend. But she was and she wants that Sweet Valley life back or at the very least find out what destroyed it and when we say no one and nothing will stop her? We mean, no one or nothing, come hell, high water or pesky things called the law will stop her.
Driven to discover the truth about the event that caused the upheaval in her life, her best friend's murder, Veronica is more Batman than Superman. Balancing her school life and what passes for her social life with her work for her father, former town sheriff-turned-adulterous-spouse-catching-bail-jumper-nabbin' PI Keith Mars, Veronica never hesitates to plunge herself headlong into the business of other people, all for the very reasonable rate of $500permystery (with discounts for friends and friends-of-friends) Beneath that tough-as-nails cynical exterior is a slightly more fuzzy young woman, unquestioningly loyal to her friends with a do-gooder streak she tries to (and occasionally fails) to hide. But with her trust issues, a tendency to jump to conclusions, stubborn and almost suicidal independent streak that always gets her into more trouble, a slightly skewed moral compass and a Machiavellian way of doing things (she's not afraid to threaten you with mutually assured destruction) and her ever-ready taser, that's a whole lotta exterior to get through.
SAMPLE POST:
WHAT I DID MY SUMMER VACATION
OR HOW TO TRAVEL WITH PERPETUALLY HORNY WOMBATS
OR GET ME OUT OF HERE ALREADY!
By Veronica Mars
I don't usually subscribe to the "When in doubt, blame your parents." school of dealing with your issues, but these are extenuating circumstances. In fact, these are beyond extenuating circumstances since I doubt you'll see that word defined as "extenuating: adj. circumstances can be categorized as extenuating if the following conditions are met: hostile zombies, karaoke-singing zombies, zombies who sing My Way, pimp-zombies, motherfucking llamas (no seriously), and live tentacle porn." But right now? I blame dad. Especially for the llamas. Oh yes, the llamas.
Seriously though, what kind of man would leave his only child, his beloved daughter stranded in New York, all alone without adult supervision? Seriously! Doesn't he care what happens to New York?! Okay so maybe it's not his fault that I wound up in New York by myself. He had a good reason I'm sure. And so maybe it's not his fault I took the case without consulting him. He has warned me though, "Veronica, don't take cases from strange people without running a background check on them." Who's to say what's strange anyway? I mean, sure she broke out into the occasional maniacal laugh, and sure she kept talking about the "Others" like she was a refugee extra from Lost. But she had such a sad story, total Lifetime movie material and she was so determined to find out who killed her fiancé that I could relate. I had to take the case. And the fifty-thousand dollar retainer she offered me.
In hindsight, is fifty grand worth dealing with mutant oak trees invading my personal space and trying to solve a murder alongside a group with members I am only tentatively classing as 'people' (some of whom seem to shoot laser beams from their hands)? Not that I discriminate against the differently-evolved, it's just that it isn't often that I get to threaten to taser people and have them ask me to stop tickling them. Oh screw it, I'll just chalk it up to a life lesson, get my Clue on and chant "A woman cannot survive by taser alone, but also with the creative application of a butane lighter, an extremely flatulent guy named Daz and swamp gas."
So in conclusion, if anyone in a black trenchcoat and a fish hook were to tell me in a faux-spooky voice, "I know what you did last summer", I will not run away screaming or taser him in the groin. I will hug him with tears in my eyes, remind him to bring the Snickerdoodles to the next Zombie Camp Survivors Support Group, and share the touching lessons we learned about appreciating our fellow man... especially the ones who run slower than you.
PLAYER INFORMATION::
OOC: Elle / fridaynext (basically inactive!)
AIM: the eyre affaire
E-mail: forgiversign[at]gmail.com
IRC: Veronica
CHARACTER: Veronica Mars
SERIES: Veronica Mars
CHARACTER AGE: 18
CANON: Meet Veronica Mars. Short, blonde, sassy and armed with a taser and a dog named Back-Up, she fights crime! Well, only if you've paid her to. Meeting her now, you wouldn't think she ever used to be a gullible, slightly naive popular California cheerleader with a happy homelife, a rich boyfriend and an irrepressible force of nature for a best friend. But she was and she wants that Sweet Valley life back or at the very least find out what destroyed it and when we say no one and nothing will stop her? We mean, no one or nothing, come hell, high water or pesky things called the law will stop her.
Driven to discover the truth about the event that caused the upheaval in her life, her best friend's murder, Veronica is more Batman than Superman. Balancing her school life and what passes for her social life with her work for her father, former town sheriff-turned-adulterous-spouse-catching-bail-jumper-nabbin' PI Keith Mars, Veronica never hesitates to plunge herself headlong into the business of other people, all for the very reasonable rate of $500permystery (with discounts for friends and friends-of-friends) Beneath that tough-as-nails cynical exterior is a slightly more fuzzy young woman, unquestioningly loyal to her friends with a do-gooder streak she tries to (and occasionally fails) to hide. But with her trust issues, a tendency to jump to conclusions, stubborn and almost suicidal independent streak that always gets her into more trouble, a slightly skewed moral compass and a Machiavellian way of doing things (she's not afraid to threaten you with mutually assured destruction) and her ever-ready taser, that's a whole lotta exterior to get through.
SAMPLE POST:
WHAT I DID MY SUMMER VACATION
OR HOW TO TRAVEL WITH PERPETUALLY HORNY WOMBATS
OR GET ME OUT OF HERE ALREADY!
By Veronica Mars
I don't usually subscribe to the "When in doubt, blame your parents." school of dealing with your issues, but these are extenuating circumstances. In fact, these are beyond extenuating circumstances since I doubt you'll see that word defined as "extenuating: adj. circumstances can be categorized as extenuating if the following conditions are met: hostile zombies, karaoke-singing zombies, zombies who sing My Way, pimp-zombies, motherfucking llamas (no seriously), and live tentacle porn." But right now? I blame dad. Especially for the llamas. Oh yes, the llamas.
Seriously though, what kind of man would leave his only child, his beloved daughter stranded in New York, all alone without adult supervision? Seriously! Doesn't he care what happens to New York?! Okay so maybe it's not his fault that I wound up in New York by myself. He had a good reason I'm sure. And so maybe it's not his fault I took the case without consulting him. He has warned me though, "Veronica, don't take cases from strange people without running a background check on them." Who's to say what's strange anyway? I mean, sure she broke out into the occasional maniacal laugh, and sure she kept talking about the "Others" like she was a refugee extra from Lost. But she had such a sad story, total Lifetime movie material and she was so determined to find out who killed her fiancé that I could relate. I had to take the case. And the fifty-thousand dollar retainer she offered me.
In hindsight, is fifty grand worth dealing with mutant oak trees invading my personal space and trying to solve a murder alongside a group with members I am only tentatively classing as 'people' (some of whom seem to shoot laser beams from their hands)? Not that I discriminate against the differently-evolved, it's just that it isn't often that I get to threaten to taser people and have them ask me to stop tickling them. Oh screw it, I'll just chalk it up to a life lesson, get my Clue on and chant "A woman cannot survive by taser alone, but also with the creative application of a butane lighter, an extremely flatulent guy named Daz and swamp gas."
So in conclusion, if anyone in a black trenchcoat and a fish hook were to tell me in a faux-spooky voice, "I know what you did last summer", I will not run away screaming or taser him in the groin. I will hug him with tears in my eyes, remind him to bring the Snickerdoodles to the next Zombie Camp Survivors Support Group, and share the touching lessons we learned about appreciating our fellow man... especially the ones who run slower than you.