Post by Sailor on Feb 21, 2015 19:35:13 GMT
Name: Victoria Harlow
Alias: Vic
Age: 18
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Positive Points:
✓ Quick witted
✓ Energetic
✓ Determined
✓ Good humored
✓ Creative
Negative Points:
✗ Reckless
✗ Aggressive
✗ Deceitful
✗ Hedonistic
✗ Spiteful
Strengths:
✓ Adept at parkour - often incorporating aspects of it into her fighting style
✓ Decent at hand to hand combat
✓ Great at improvising and making last minute decisions
Weaknesses:
✗ Tends to get blinded by anger - once she's irate logic goes out the window
✗ Poor hearing - she's fairly deaf in her right ear, and is slowly losing hearing in her left
✗ Easily tempted - if she's offered anything that looks like a better deal than what she has going on, she'll take it. Even if it will screw her over.
✗ Deathly afraid of spiders - she won't go anywhere that looks like it could be spider infested, no matter how important it is.
Likes:
✓ Music - she plays bass and drums, and will waste her money on concerts every chance she gets.
✓ Cars - old muscle cars especially.
✓ Coconut flavored anything
✓ Video games
✓ Eating - even if she's not hungry she never passes up the opportunity for a snack
✓ Heights - she loves the change of perspective
✓ Sports - playing them, not watching.
Dislikes:
✗ Politics - watching a bunch of people try to out-lie each other bores her.
✗ Cotton candy
✗ Spiders - as expected
✗ Cats - though there are a few exceptions
✗ The dark - she's not terrified of it, but it does bother her a bit not being able to hear or see right.
Backstory:
Vic was born in Steel City to a small, lower class family.
Her mother was a distant woman - a very "all work, and no play" sort of individual. While it was true that she was the only one working and bringing in money, she rarely spent the little time she had off work with her child. This deeply bothered Vic, of course. She didn't understand why her mother never wanted to spend time with her. It wasn't until she was much older that she realized it was because the poor woman was completely exhausted by the time she walked through the door.
Her father was the one who took care of her when she wasn't in school. He was at home most of the day, so it was natural for that to become his responsibility. He was hardly more affectionate than her mother, but at a young age she assumed that he was there all day because he wanted to be. She didn't get that her father was an alcoholic, and that he was unable to hold down a stable job because of this habit.
Despite all this, she lead a rather pleasant life.
That is, until she started school.
It was a struggle for her from the start. She was smart enough to do the work - but she couldn't. It was so insufferably boring, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pay attention, let alone sit still for roughly 6 hours each day, staring at papers and chalk boards.
Needless to say, she got in trouble quite a bit.
If there's one thing that will always hold true about children, is that they've got a sort of mob mentality. Once her classmates saw that their teacher was singling out and ridiculing Vic, they soon joined.
Her mother would tell her that if she ignored them, they'd get bored and stop.
She tried ignoring them, but that made them try harder to get on her nerves. She tried standing up for herself, but they'd mock her for yelling at them and getting so worked up.
By the time eleventh grade hit, she was absolutely done with all of it.
She began skipping school, and eventually skipped town.
She stole the money out of her father's wallet when he was passed out drunk one day, packed a bag, got a bus ticket, and left.
After a few months of living on the streets, she saw a flyer outside the convenience store she'd often stop in to get cheap food. A local band was looking for somebody to sell their merchandise for them while they were on the road. She called the number on the paper from the closest payphone she could find, and an interview was immediately set up.
Through a stroke of luck and a web of lies about her age and living situation, she got accepted for the job.
She managed to talk the vocalist and drummer into letting her crash at their place, and so began the start of a beautiful friendship.
That is, until one day on tour when the band fell apart.
Tensions had been high for a while, and a drunken fight was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Everyone went their separate ways after that.
She resorted to gambling and drug dealing to get by for a while, eventually getting enough money to head out to Jump City and get an apartment.
Love Interest: Cyborg or Johnny Rancid
