<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146391.msg6609203#msg6609203">Quote from: Aadreal on 18-07-2012, 05:04:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Profile</strong></span><br/><strong>Photo:</strong><br/><div align="center">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/PatriciaBell.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>  Veronica Bell <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 26 <br/><strong>Alliance:</strong> Herself first and foremost (though that will likely change)<br/><strong>Job:</strong> Singer <br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Preferences:</strong> Anyone that catches her interest<br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/>Veronica Bell was born in New City at a most inconvenient time.  Her father was incarcerated for mental illness and her mother was barely making ends meet cleaning houses and taking in laundry to do in the evenings.  Life was not easy for the girl, wearing clothes handed down so often they were nearly rags, forced to stay up late helping her mother with the laundry just so the they had enough to eat and pay the rent.  She started working at the age of five and by the time she was sixteen she'd had enough.  Never again would she do manual labor.<br/><br/>Falling in with the wrong crowd she was exposed to the idea of a lot of money for a little work.  The false glamor and glitter of crime seducing what was once a good, devout girl.  Her natural beauty and charm lent her to the role of a grifter and soon she was working cons on the streets of New City.  It was amazing, people giving her money and all she had to do was tell them what they wanted to hear.  For the next few years she stayed relatively unknown, working out of a small club as a singer and helping out the local gang.<br/><br/>But at the age of 21she finally caught the notice of her first hood.  Taken in she found herself draped in furs and jewels, becoming a kept woman as her career as a lounge singer grew brighter.  She was not kept long, working her way through the ranks of the gang until she was finally the favorite girl of the boss.  No longer was she working the simple cons, she was working a long con on the top man, siphoning off his money and prestige, eyes on a bigger target.<br/><br/>By 24 she finally had things in place, selling out her man to a rival gang.  She felt no remorse, it was simply business after all and she was none too happy that he insisted she belonged to him alone.  Working her way into the bed and coffers of the leader.  It didn't last long as the gang couldn't deal with the emerging gangsters that prohibition brought.  Once more she shifted alliances, helping Burton Valentino muscle into New City and establish a stranglehold on the alcohol distribution.<br/><br/>Veronica was never in the lime light unless she was on stage, always making subtle moves and serving as the honey trap to get blackmail on local authorities.  She loved every moment of it.  But once more her main lover had an issue with her loose ways.  So when rumors started that there was a copper in town that couldn't be bribed or blackmailed, one who was intent on breaking up the speakeasies, she knew it was time to move on.  A few late nights with the police chief and a couple of judges and she knew just when they were planning to strike.  <br/><br/>While doors were being kicked down she was on the first bus out of town.  With a couple of suitcases holding her best dresses and furs she soon found herself in Anchor Town.  Alone, friendless, homeless and jobless.  Not that she would let that stop her.  Renting a small room at a boarding house she soon got her hooks into a married man with a sourpuss teetotaler for a wife.  And so she found herself in the Rainbow Cake bar, drooling at the possibilities and all of the temptations.  <br/><br/>(She could have already been hired or looking to be so when it starts.  I'm flexible...as you well know.  *grins and winks*)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>