Post by Veruca on Jul 3, 2009 2:23:42 GMT -7
((Ripped from my application on UB))
Tell us about yourself:
Name: Violet Violence, only I'll be playing Veruca as well.
Age: 29
Group species: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Allignment: Neutral
Brief description/History:
Sample RP:
Tell us about yourself:
I'm Willow! And uh, what do you want to know?How did you find us?: I was already here.
Name: Violet Violence, only I'll be playing Veruca as well.
Age: 29
Group species: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Allignment: Neutral
Brief description/History:
Veruca showed up in Season 4 of BTVS, with her band Shy.Wiki Link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veruca_(Buffyverse)
Veruca is extremely comfortable with her wolf side, claiming to be the animal all the time. She's got a very hypnotic voice, and perhaps it's her acceptance of her wolfish side that makes her so appealing and gives her such amazing stage-presence.
She's not opposed to taking a life, and is very much a wild girl.
Sample RP:
Veruca
At sunrise, my body stiff, my neck aching like a son of a bitch, I woke up to find myself in USC's chem-lab. "Oh, great." I rubbed my shoulder, coming away with dried blood on my fingertips. I stood, walking to the closest reflective surface and examined the new scar, caked with blood on my neck. So, Oz had killed me, or tried to. He'd chosen Willow over me, and the wolf. Fine. A white coat, a lot like those lab coats you see doctors wear was laying over a stool. I took it, shoving my arms inside and holding it closed in front of me. I needed to book it before they found me.
The only way I can think that I survived is that it wasn't silver that killed me. I hadn't been tranqued, they probably saved that for Oz. Why couldn't he see we belonged together? We were the same, in so many ways. No one seemed to notice as I slipped into the laundry room, and stole clothing. I smiled to myself, remembering Oz and I stealing clothes just the other morning. The selection was still horrid, but I managed to get on something a bit less conspicuous than a lab coat. Once I was dressed, I had to find my band. It was time to tour. Let things settle down in Sunnydale for awhile.
((4-5 years later))
Sunnydale, CA, the place of my demise a few years back. And here I return, with Shy in tow. "Looks the same to me." I muttered to my drummer. Supposedly some crazy shit had gone down and the entire town was sucked down into a pit. Not that Sunnydale wasn't always a pit. But everything looked just like it had the last time I was here. I took a deep breath and smelled him at once. Oz. So, seems like he's back in Sunnydale too. Looks like I'd be having a reunion soon. "Come on, let's get set up."
We had a gig at The Bronze tonight, and I was eager to get back into the game. Whether anyone I knew would show up, and whether or not they'd try to kill me was yet to be seen. I wonder if Oz was still with that mousy redhead, Willow, or if he'd finally seen that he was meant to be a werewolf, wild, free, and powerful. Time would tell, I guess.
