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| User: | secreteyes (167874) |
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| Name: | secreteyes | |||||||||
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| Bio: | Character Name: Veronica Morgan Kincaid Nicknames: Ronnie Gender: Female Race: Gifted Human Character Age: 26 Date of Birth: Janurary 26th, 1982 Physical Description: At 5’5”, Ronnie is lithe and athletic in appearance, keeping in great shape. Long dark hair falls down her back and makes a striking contrast to bright violet blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. At times, she can be seen in glasses, though usually she will go without. Distinguishing Marks: A burn scar on the right side of her torso PB: Megan Fox Birth Location: Albany, NY Personality: Unabashedly independent, Veronica has always followed her own rules of conduct whether or not they conformed to those around her. She can be stubborn and often hides behind sarcasm out of instinct. A humanitarian at heart, despite all appearances, she does what she does because she genuine wants to help people and make a difference. But unlike other professions she explored, this she can do on her own terms. There’s a rebelliousness within her that sometimes leads her into trouble when the better part of valor is to stay away. She can’t resist a mystery. To dangle something in front of her she can’t answer or figure out is a surefire way to invite her interest and demand her attention and a closer look. She has a tendency to speak her mind. It’s a constant means of questioning to her. She can question almost anything, but not nearly so much as she tends to question herself. Personal Background: Though she was born in Albany, NY the youngest daughter of Martin and Melissa Kincaid, Veronica and her family soon moved to Seattle, WA. This was despite the fact that most of their family lived in the east, or perhaps because of that fact. Her father was always the independent sort and taking his family somewhere that they could make life on their own terms without others looking over their shoulders was appealing in more than one way. Ronnie fell into her family role pretty well. Her sister Katie was smart, pretty, and obeyed most of the rules. Classic All-American. Then there was Ronnie. Rebellious at a young age, she always seemed to have to do things her own way. Precocious, she always seemed to have such a sense about things. While Katie was outgoing and generally fun loving, Veronica seemed more aloof and kept to herself. She had several acquaintances but few close friends. Which suited her just fine. Academically, she was quietly accomplished. One of the kids who did well, but never stood out for it. She wasn’t into the attention. Being the daughter of a cop, it wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. While she only got into minor trouble staying out late, falsifying where she was at any given point in time, and otherwise typical things that nevertheless drove her parents crazy and made her sister roll her eyes. Her childhood was fairly standard…at least until her junior year in high school. It was then everything turned upside down. Her father was out on a patrol, investigating a break-in to a warehouse. Before his back-up could get to him, whoever…or whatever…was there got him first. When he was found, his throat had been ripped open. Those responsible were never found and the case remains open, though with no new leads, it might as well be closed. The people her father had worked with saw to it that their family was taken care of. Funds were established in addition to the benefits that come with the job. But Veronica seemed to take it hard, becoming even more emotionally detached than she seemed before. In reality, she just didn’t know how to deal with it, let alone relate about it. It was also that time that something else started to happen. Her father’s side of the family has always been…different. Nothing overt. But there are just those families that always seem to have something odd that everyone just accepts and no one really talks about. In her case, it was a secret long forgotten in little told stories from her grandparents. In particular, her grandmother. When she was younger, little things would happen. Her family blamed her by joking about her being clumsy or explaining something falling as the wind or something breaking as some rock or something else. Even Veronica herself wasn’t sure when she was young, but always she present when such things would happen. And her family was adept enough about explaining things away for her. Even as she grew up and things would just fall off shelves when she walked by. Other times, a glass or window would shatter when she was enraged or upset. Strange dreams would wake her and objects would fly across the room seemingly unbidden as she was startled awake. Simple nightmares, but her mind would react to them and activate her abilities. All these things she learned to keep to herself. Over time things settled, but it was safer and easier on her the more control she maintained with herself. She had long since realized the truth, but how could she explain it to her family? She couldn’t and she didn’t. Her senior year was mostly uneventful and after graduation she decided to go to college in Seattle. Of course, she could have gone back to Albany or any other places, but she decided to stick to the home front. It was a breath of freedom for her in more ways than one. Even though she was in the same city, living on campus and then on her own it was a completely different world and experience. She got the familiar territory, but she got to be in it on her own terms. She spent the first year just getting out general requirements and then double majored in Art History and Political Science. The first for herself and the second for lack of anything else to do. Her ultimate plan would come to fruition and when Veronica graduated, she was accepted into law school. It seemed like a good road that would help fulfill her personal sense of justice and give her an avenue to be of genuine help to someone. It seemed to make sense, at first. And the more she got to know and think about what she could genuinely do, the more she figured out this definitely wasn’t for her. Ronnie dropped out after one year of law school. It was a less than fun year overall. She dropped out, she broke up with her fiancé after discovering he was an even bigger jerk than she thought, and she was generally directionless. Her mother had moved back east closer to her sister who had recently gotten married and already expecting her first baby. She was on her own. She worked odd jobs here and there. She found herself working with an old school Private Investigator who used her research skills and eventually offered her a full time job working with him. This was a good deal for a couple of years. She saw what he did. He took the cases her wanted, rejected what he didn’t, he conducted all the investigations on his terms, and it was his judgment in the end on how to get from point A to point B. It was perfect. When he retired and decided to close up shop, Veronica already knew she’d found her line of work. She worked freelance for awhile, meeting clients in coffee shops, parks, and other places as she didn’t have her own office space. The work was good and eventually she made enough of a living at it that she didn’t have to keep up a second job. After awhile, Veronica did get some office space. A place to bring clients and an address to use that isn’t her own. She has to get clients and they need ways to get ahold of her that are a little more removed from her personal life and that makes her plenty more comfortable. As she’s gotten older, she’s learned how to control her abilities more. But her control is far from perfect. She’s had no one else to turn to for tutoring. As near as she can grasp, the more in control of herself and her emotions she is, the easier she can control her power. She doesn’t have accidents like she used to growing up. She can be subtle with her power, but the larger the object, the harder it is for her to manipulate. Recently, she’s come to terms with her abilities and while she still keeps it a secret, she will use it sparingly and only if she can explain it or hide it outside of a private setting. On her own? She’s come to grips with it. Most of the cases Veronica works are private, but she’s done freelance work for law firms, though she long ago stopped working with insurance companies and other people she felt ‘unworthy’ of her. That’s not to say she’s elitest in her clientel, but she knows her standards. High and low. Recently, she relocated and moved into her apartment at the Old Town Towers. It’s been a slow process and one that’s driven her so crazy she almost gave up and slept on a cot at the office. Okay, maybe she wasn’t really going to sleep at the office. Of course, that was just wishful thinking…her office simply isn’t comfortable. But moving was something she hated. She’s done it enough times to know it’s a necessary evil and it always takes her forever to unpack. As it is, she still has boxes everywhere and just lives out of them. She’ll get it unpacked. Eventually. She’s not sure what attracted her to the building, but she just had to live there when she saw the place. Maybe she’ll figure it, maybe it’s nothing. But she can’t resist a mystery. And this is one she has to solve. Veronica has had encounters with the supernatural, though she doesn’t know it. She’s open minded to ‘human’ phenomena just being who she is. She’s sure the occult is real, but other things she’s not so sure about. Vampires? A little far fetched. Distorted legends, she’s sure. Ghosts? Feasible. Probably more psychic phenomena. She's taken some cases dealing with the 'supernatural' both overtly and covertly. How these cases find her, she has no idea. One she worked she was tracking down a man suspected in a homocide. He made out her while she was following him one night and attacked. That's how she received her burn scar two years ago. It was one of the few blatant uses of her power she ever did, thrusting him off and away from her. It probably saved her life. But the strange thing was, he had no objects in his hand and the burn was where his palm touched her. More often than not she's found plausible explanations for these cases. But each case she works does make it harder and causes her to wonder. Family: Sgt. Martin Kincaid (father, deceased – Killed in the line of duty) – Seattle PD Melissa Kincaid (mother) Katie Kincaid-Strassenberg (older sister) Race & Personal Weaknesses: Human and everything that comes with it. She’s not invulnerable, can’t bench press small cars, and can get sick and is generally not hard to hurt or harm. Borderline alcoholic with an obsessive/compulsive personality. Magical Abilities: Telekinetic Skills/Training: Photographic Memory. Investigative Skills (this includes background checks, information gathering, tracking, research, evidence gathering, shadowing on foot or in a vehicle, and other basics), police procedure, and rules of evidence. Many of these were gained in her current line of work and others from growing up with a police officer for a father and from law school. She is also a painter of moderate skill. Job: Private Investigator Residence: Old Town Towers, B2 Plot Tie 1: Contact/Informant (Street or Underground) Plot Tie 2: Contact/Friend (Police Officer) Plot Tie 3: Best Friend | |||||||||
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