| Senshi: Sailor Sculptor, Galaxia Senshi of Reality Earth Name: Veta Tierney Meaning: � Master/Lord of Animation� Age: 20 Birthdate: February 29 (leap-year) Astrological Sign: Pisces Blood Type: O- Family: Dolores Tierney (mother, 37) Franklin Tierney (father, 42) School: none Likes: seeing the sunrise, people she can trust, her Chevy Dislikes: being homeless, making money anyway she has to, people better off than she is bitching Fav. Food: anything she can get her hands on Hated Food: She's learned not to hate anything edible Fav. Subject: English Hated Subject: History Color: Copper Hobbies: strolling through the park, writing songs and poetry, playing the guitar Aspirations: She dreams of one day getting off the streets, and becoming a singer. Gemstone: Amber History Veta Tierney was born in Roanoke, Virginia, the daughter of a seventeen-year-old high school student, and an ex-marine. Veta�s father was dishonorably discharged from the Marine core because of his alcoholism. He later became a janitor at Patrick Flemming, and met Dolores at school. The two began a secret relationship, which resulted in her pregnancy. Her future plans demolished, and being shunned by her own parents, Dolores took a menial waitress job, and tumbled headfirst into mediocrity. The two eventually eloped, and moved into your stereotypical Springer-esqe trailer. Growing up, Veta and her mother shared a strained relationship. While Dolores cared about the well being of her child, deep down, she held an animosity toward her daughter, blaming her for the plummet her life took. Nevertheless, they had at least a friendship. Frank continued to drink, and was not above taking out his own frustrations on the two with his fists. When Veta entered her teens, she sought peace from the bad feelings she was bombarded with at home, and soon began to run with a bad crowd, during the beginning of the so-called �grunge movement�. Toiling in the trappings of drug use and bad decisions, Veta slowly began to realize that she would most likely end up the same way her mother did; a washed-up teen mother waitress. Scared to death of this concept, the young girl drowned herself deeper in drugs and alcohol. With this shift in her demeanor, her father�s fits of rage became more frequent, and the abuse escalated. Her mother had begun to slip into depression herself, and sought to end her own pain by staying spaced out on a multitude over the counter drugs. The only one in her life that seemed to be on her side was her boyfriend Adam. They had gone through it all together (so they thought), and he believed that his big break was waiting for him in the Seattle music scene. He begged Veta to go with him, but she had her doubts; she wasn�t a fool, and knew that two teenage runaways in a big city didn�t stand a chance. Yet, she loved Adam with all her heart, believing in all his crazy hopes, and her fear of ending up old and decrepit in a town of broken dreams was stronger than her better judgment. Seeing no hope for herself in Roanoke, Veta gathered whatever money she could from her savings, and at sixteen, took off with Adam in his old blue Chevrolet. She would never forget the words that would become their token as they reached the city�s limits: �We�ll never look back, baby.� It proved to be the worst mistake of her life. The two arrived to find Seattle filled with kids just like them; kids that ran away from small towns all over the country, wanting to live out the rock and roll dream. Adam hooked up with others like him, playing guitar with dozens of bands. Veta followed him, living on scrapings that he made at local clubs. Whatever they didn�t spend on food, they spent on getting high and passing out in whatever band mates� place they visited. They lived the reckless existence for a year. Soon after, the money that Adam was bringing in was all going to heroin. Veta soon began to dabble in prostitution to support her and Adam�s habit; after a month, it became a nightly calling. Somewhere within that place between the high and needing the high, Veta was screaming for help. Yet the addiction was too strong. It would�ve taken the finger of God to separate from her from the needle. Instead, it seemed that to achieve that, God separated her from something infinitely more important. Veta arrived back one night at the apartment she shared with Adam and five of his other friends, and found the love of her life twitching on the floor, gasping for breath. Adam had overdosed, and was slipping away. Veta cradled him in her arms, begging him not to leave her. He stuttered a good-bye, and died in her arms. He was eighteen years old. Adam�s death sent Veta into a whirlwind of self-doubt and fear. She tried to drown it all away once again, but the needle remained a symbol of Adam�s destruction. She came to the hard conclusion that it was time to try to rebuild her life, and that would only happen back where it all began: Roanoke. She grabbed Adam�s guitar, feeling that it would forever link them together, and hopped into their old Chevrolet. She began the long drive back to Virginia, a different person than she once was. When she came back, her family�s trailer was nowhere to be found. Lost, but hopeful, Veta lived out of her car, playing cover songs at different coffee shops and clubs, making minimum wage. She had learned to play from watching Adam, and she was determined to one day fulfill to make it for both of them. A year ago, while fiddling with her guitar, a small brown house spider popped out of the hole, and onto her hand. Rather than acting out in fear, she merely let it rest in the palm of her hand. It was then that it began to speak to her, directly into her mind. Spinning a complex web of tales about beings imbued with the power of the stars. And of one who could mold the world around her to anything she wished. This awoke something within her; something that was deeper than her pain. Her true self. At that moment, a strange, winged silver wand, crowned with a simple piece of brown clay, flashed before her. Veta took a hold of it, and truly embraced a new beginning. Personality Veta is an eccentric at best. She is known at all the smaller clubs and coffee houses, and is an underground hit with all the artsy people throughout Roanoke. She is soft-spoken, but opinionated and often cynical. She is innately distrustful of anything or anyone new, and one must be willing to cough up a lung or more in order to be okay in her eyes. She has absolutely no tolerance for self-pity, and even less for ignorance. However, it�s hard to tell if you�d rather be on her good or bad side. Once your in her life, she becomes very protective and almost dependent, giving you advice on how to live your life, and telling you flat out if you�re being stupid. In the end, she just doesn�t want to see you walk out of her life. She�s had too much experience in that department. Veta is also...weird. Chalk it up to bad childhood or years of drug abuse, but Veta has been known to come out with strange ideas and ramblings. Everything that comes out of her mouth she considers deep and brilliant, but others would consider just odd. If she�s in the right frame of mind, she may just do something completely out of control. She was apparently in the bathroom when they were handing out shame, because she is seriously lacking. She does and says everything on her mind, however bizarre or improper it may be. Veta is also extremely studious. She enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on. She is educated in almost every topic, specifically in the areas of philosophy and spirituality. Any discussion involving the existence of God immediately piques her interest, as she is eager to understand why anyone believes in a man who lives in the sky that watches everything that happens. Secretly, she longs to know why the path she has followed has and continues to be, so arduous. Why has God apparently had it in for her since the day she was born? Appearance Veta stands at 5�5�, and weighs in at an even 100 lbs, though not by choice or metabolism. Her body is skinny to the point of sickly. Her hair has been dyed and re-dyed more times than she can remember, and she has since opted for her natural reddish-brown color, which she keeps long and wavy, tumbling down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a very striking shade of blue, and are always worn looking, showing that she has endured much in her twenty years. Her nose is small, but wide, and her lips are thin but maintain a look of sensuality, even without make-up. She dresses very simply, as she only owns three shirts and two pairs of jeans. She has one tattoo that she always shows off; Adam�s acoustic guitar with vines of roses covering it. Below that, it reads � In Memory of Adam Richard Mahoney. �We�ll Never Look Back, Baby.�� |