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The yearning to be near you

I do what I have to do...

Created on 2006-02-14 21:43:55 (#9514119), never updated

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Name:	Veronica Curtis
Location:	United States

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Name: Veronica Curtis
Age: 26
PB: Alyson Hannigan
Species: Werewolf

Appearance: 5'5", about 115 lbs. Red hair, blue eyes. Wears comfortable clothing including jeans, t-shirts, and occasionally a blouse. Is completly comfortable with her body and can be found lurking about in sexy attire at times.

Personality: Playful. She tends not to be too serious and loves to laugh. She is looking for a lover who can give her the calm and the support she lacks. Due to her condition, she craves violence but refuses to let it take her over. She struggles to make ends meet but doesn't let it get her down. She's fluffy and likeable on the outside, but inside she fears death and being alone forever because of her condition.

Strengths: Speed, agility. She can use a gun if forced to but prefers hand to hand, despite her small size. She is loving, playful, and sincere.

Weaknesses: Tends to run when things get bad. Gives into authority too easily and can be manipulated into doing things she doesn't want to.

Personal History: Veronica was a happy child. She loved her family dearly, but lost her father and brothers to the virus. Her mother resides with her and is so frail that Veronica fears she could slip away at any time. Veronica worked as a nurse and is now forced to work as a stripper part time to bring in money for her ailing mother. She works as a secritary most of the time but it just doesn't pay the bills. She dreams of opening a store of her own if the economy ever stabilizes. She hates what she is, but accepts it.

“Mother? Are you awake?” Veronica called softly as she opened her apartment door. It was shabby and run-down, but it was all she could afford. Putting her purse on the table, she stepped into the living-room. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light before she realized where her mother was. She lay sleeping on the sofa, blanket pulled tightly around her, mouth partially open. Veronica sighed and picked up the empty glass near her. One sniff let her know that Mother had been drinking again.

“Damn it Mother, you don’t need this shit in your body…” she mumbled, taking it to the sink and rinsing it out. She would have to stop leaving Mother money during the day if all she spent it on was booze. That money was for food, for medicine. Not this.

Checking her watch, Veronica knew she’d have to head over to the club before too long. She had hopped for at least a decent bath before leaving, but it looked like she’d have to settle for a quick shower instead. Unhappily, she pulled out a wad of money and stood on her tip-toes to place it in the vase on top of the cupboard where she kept all her savings. She didn’t trust banks. Not after the outbreak. With the 40$ she’d earned in the past 9 hours of work, she now had about 350$ saved up. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to buy Mother medicine and keep the apartment.

Running her fingers through her short red hair, she fought the urge to cry. Did Mother even know it would have been Edward’s 28th birthday today? Veronica doubted it. Her mother didn’t seem to know much of anything anymore.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, she slipped out of her jacket and headed for the bathroom.