Veronica "Roni" Denton

[Tyrsis]

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Character Name: Veronica ‘Roni’ Denton


Character Occupation: Thief, pick-pocket, trouble-maker


Gender: Female


Age (the character, not the actor/actress): 26


Detailed Physical Description (2 PARAGRAPHS): Roni stands at about 5’5” and weighs a whole 120 lbs. She has very slight definition to her muscles due to her use of acrobatics in her getaway attempts. These also leave her fairly flexible. Her long brown hair cascades down her back in waves and is dark enough to be considered black in dimly lighted areas. Her sultry brown eyes seem to match the very color of her hair. Roni possesses a natural beauty so she wears very little make-up, preferring to keep it simple with a little foundation and black eyeliner.

Just like her make-up, Roni likes to keep her style of dress simple. For her, that means black everything; you don’t have to worry about making sure everything matches just right and it calls for an easier time of just grabbing something out of the closet and throwing it on. Plus, she just finds the color more comfortable. It matches her thoughts, her feelings, and the dark past she had.


Detailed Personality (2 PARAGRAPHS): Roni is a ball of contradictions. She’s a no-nonsense kinda girl, but still likes to mess around and have fun. She prefers to be left alone to the point of being anti-social, yet she doesn’t mind being the life of the party and socializing with near anyone who is willing to talk with her. In her earlier years, she was known to go from happy to sad in the span of seconds and the few friends she had were convinced she was bi-polar. However, as she grew up and realized a lot of her problems came from events in her past, she took a firm hold on those mood swings and has been able to maintain a near constant state of indifference. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still struggle inside her mind.

Roni is the kind of girl who doesn’t care what other people think about her. Having a social status has never been high on her list. In fact, she’s been known to tell various people upon first meeting them, “I am who I am. You don’t like it, you can rutt off.” It is because of this basic philosophy of hers that she exudes self-confidence. However, deep down inside she has very low-self esteem.


Detailed History(2 OR MORE PARAGRAPHS): It is said that a traumatic experience can wipe out the memories of anything that came before it. Such is the case with Veronica Denton. Her earliest memories comes from the night her house burned to the ground with her parents still inside. She still does not know how that fire started, or why her parents were still inside and she was outside; but she does remember clearly the heat burning her face as someone struggled to hold her back from running into the house and the roaring of the flames in her ears. There had been no screams from either parent as they burned inside the house.

Roni was seven when her parents died. As the rest of her family debated on who would be best to take her in, she lived with a foster family. The family was very kind to her, allowing her the space she needed after the tragedy she had witnessed. For the next few months, Roni mostly kept to herself and her thoughts. She didn’t bother trying to make friends with the other children, nor did she try to play with them. She barely even spoke to her foster parents. Three months later, her family had finally made their decision and her Aunt came to pick her up from the nice household.

From the moment that she moved into her Aunt’s house, her life went from decent to near hell. Her aunt was nothing less than a tyrant. Soon, the young girl felt more like a slave than she did a human being. Every day she had a list of chores she had to complete that was too much to get done in a single day. Then, on top of that, she would often be interrupted from those chores by her aunt’s calls to fetch her this thing here, or get this from this room and bring it here. At the end of every night, she was always reprimanded for not finishing her list of chores.

As she grew up, her aunt eased down just a little. Her daily chores became nothing more than habit and she went through them in hazy indifference. But it wasn’t just the overloaded chores and the constant call to run things to her lazy aunt that got to her. Her aunt was verbally abusive to the poor girl. Not a day when by that Roni wasn’t called some horrendous name or told she had no brains, that she could not function without someone there to tell her what to do; she was stupid, ugly, good-for-nothing. And by the time she was in her early teenage years, Roni realized that she was not allowed to make her own decisions about anything. Every morning, her aunt had her cloths already picked out and laying on the foot of the bed. Her meals were whatever her aunt decided she could have. Even the books she read where chosen by the woman.

At the age of seventeen, Roni made her first decision for herself. She ran away from what had been home to her for the past ten years. Immediately, she began to regret her decision and almost ran back in fear. But with a deep breath and determination, she continued forward. This was how she began her life on the streets. The thought of how she was going to feed herself or clothe herself had never crossed her mind until her stomach was in a constant state of hunger. Knowing that she needed nourishment or else die, Roni began pacing the streets that were known to have outdoor venders. As the day progressed, she tried to get the nerve up to beg a random stranger for a donation, but she could never bring herself to do it.

Two days passed this way before a stand of apples caught her eye. For the first time, she thought about just taking one as the owner of the little table wasn’t looking. But she couldn’t do that. That would be just wrong, wouldn’t it? But she needed the food. She needed something to eat. He wouldn’t miss one small apple. Just one was all she needed. But no, she couldn’t do that to him. For the next few hours, Roni argued with herself as she walked the streets until she had made a complete circle and found herself near that stand once again. Just as she was about to turn around and call the day another failure, the vendor turned to pick up a stack of boxes some children had knocked over. She could not resist the sudden urge and as his back was turned from his stand, she ran up, snatched two apples, then made her get-away before he could turn back around.

Thus began her career as a thief and pick-pocket. Each time she stole from a vendor, or picked some random person’s pockets for a few creds, she fought with her sense of guilt. But each time she did it, that guilt had decreased. After all, why should she have to suffer so much? Hadn’t she suffered enough already after her parents died and her aunt abused her? She deserved to do something for herself, and these people; all these people were just like her aunt. Thinking about only themselves and figuring out ways to make other lives miserable.

Within a few short years, Roni turned her skills into a kind of art. Sure she was caught a few times, but that just made things all the better. Knowing that at any time, one person might actually see her and turn her in just heightened the rush of the hunt. Many times, she found herself jailed for the petty thievery, but that did not deter her from continuing on her path. This is what she was now, this is what she did. And she was perfectly okay with that because she was her own boss and her aunt was wrong. She could do something for herself; she could take from others what they did not need; what they did not deserve to have and use it to better her life; even if it was just a little.


Strengths (1 paragraph): Roni is very skilled at what she does. Her timing is almost always absolutely perfect. With just a glance, she is able to determine who or what would be the best target for her current need and where that need is likely stashed if it is hidden from view; as in pockets. In a tight spot, she is able to find the best hiding spots to get away from trouble when the need arises and her attire of black tends to help blend her in. Her small frame and flexibility also allows her fit into smaller areas where a full grown man could never dream of accessing.

When she does find herself in a socializing mood, she easily becomes the life of the party. Her outer shell of self-confidence helps give her that boost to be outgoing and say anything without worrying her. That helps to bring what can possibly be the ‘real her’ out of its hiding place. It is also in these times that Roni is fairly charismatic, making friends without even trying to.


Weaknesses (1 paragraph): She still has a lot of demons within her, as well as certain things in her past that she has not yet fully dealt with. A lot of times, she finds that her mind will work against her as her Aunt’s words haunt her to this day despite how much she tries to push past them. Roni is also not the greatest skilled fighter. Most of the time, when the fight or flight reflex kicks in, she chooses the flight option. That’s not to say that she hasn’t been in a fight before in her life. She just has never successfully won one. She is also the kind of person who doesn’t like to get close to people and if she feels like she is getting too close, she will often push that person away; leaving her with next to no real friends.


Sample Post: (3 paragraphs minimum/Third Person Past Tense): Please use the Big Damn Verse Styling Guide to format your post.

“Hey! You! Stop right there!”

“No gorram way in hell, buddy.” She mumbled to herself as she went from a brisk walk to a full-out run, placing the handful of creds she’d just won into her pocket to free her hand. She hadn’t thought anyone was looking as she chose her target and went after it. In fact, she was positive no one had been looking her way; she’d double checked like she always did. With a grumble of curses, she realized that the man now chasing her must have turned around just as she was relieving her target of unnecessary luggage held in his pocket. That was the only explanation for it.

Roni could hear the heavy beats of her chasers boots as he lumbered after her. But she was smaller, leaner, and faster than the massive man. Her brown eyes quickly picked out a small alleyway just a few paces ahead, half hidden by a large crowd gathered around a stand. As it loomed closer, she executed the plan that had come to her. She didn’t rush through the large crowd, which would have only slowed her down and allowed her chaser to catch up. Instead, she weaved in and out of the stragglers on the outer parameter of the gathering, enough that he would occasionally lose sight of her but not enough to bring her close to the center. At the last second, just as he would lose his line of sight once more, she ducked into the alleyway.

She knew that she had lost him for now. But, eventually, her follower would spot the dead-end alleyway and then her. So Roni looked for the perfect escape route, somewhere in this small alley there should be something that could help her hide; somewhere where his big body wouldn’t allow him access. That’s when she saw it. There was a ladder hanging from the roof of one of the buildings. Only problem was, it didn’t come all the way down and the jump was a little too high for her to make from the ground. Roni swallowed down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her as she glanced behind her. So far, the man had not found the alley, but it was only a matter of moments before he would. She had to get out of here, she had to find a way to that ladder and then back to freedom.

Brown eyes searched the alleyway a second time, looking for anything that might help her. There! There was a large dumpster not far underneath the ladder, but it was over to the side a little too much to allow her a straight jump up. There was, however, a windowsill about the same distance that if she could get a hold of it, she could shimmy her way to the safety of the metal rungs of the ladder.

Glancing behind her one last time to make sure the alley was still clear, Roni jumped up onto the dumpster, using her arms to help push herself up. She studied her new target, the edge of the window; took a deep breath in, held it. She pictured in her mind what she wanted, the best possible way this would work out and as she slowly let that held breath out, she made her jump. Her fingertips found and grasped the edge of the windowsill. With heart beating in her ears, she scooted herself closer to the far edge; one hand moved, then the other, then back to the first. It felt like it was taking her forever. She was never going to make it. Surely the big burly man was going to find her here, hanging like an idiot.

Roni could feel the anxiety quickly rising in her chest. It got to be so much that she thought it would explode, leaving her to drop down to the hard ground. God, she was stupid. How did she think she’d actually pull this off? Dark thoughts swirled in her head as her breathing came in shorter, faster puffs. Then, out of nowhere, she felt the cool touch of a cold metal bar. She had managed to reach the ladder. With a sigh of relief, Roni swung a leg to find purchase on one of the rungs shortly followed by a push from the wall and a pull using the ladder for support, the rest of her body followed.

From her vantage point, she could see the opening of the alley where she had come from. She could see the man searching for her. There, right there! He just spotted the alley! Adrenaline coursed through her body as she scrambled her way up the rest of the ladder to the roof of the building. She had to hurry. She didn’t want to think about what might happen if he saw her there. Hefting her body over the top of the last rung on the ladder, Roni ducked on the roof just as her pursuer entered the alley, laying flat on her belly. She risked a quick glance over the edge to the man. By the way he looked around confusedly, he hadn’t seen her. That was good. That was really good.

Roni turned over to lie on her back as a smile crept across her face. She had made it. She actually, really made it! Then a thought struck her. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to get off this rock and find somewhere new.

[Drea Allen]

You're welcome aboard the Storm. And I know just how to introduce you...

[Tyrsis]

Awesome! I think she'll like the Storm.