|veronica knows lucivar wears the (ebongray) wrote,|
@ 2013-04-10 00:33:00
Alter’s source work, author and character: Anne Bishop’s Black Jewels series, Lucivar Yaslana
Character Journal name: ebongray
Character Name: Veronica Harlowe
Character Age: 35
Character Played By: Rachel Weisz
Alter Played By: Joe Manganiello
Character History and Personality: Veronica’s used to things not working out like she wanted. What is it they said about the best laid plans? She knows all about that first hand.
The first clue was when her repeated requests for no more siblings went on deaf ears, her place as precious only child usurped years later by a brother. Her pleas to stay in their small house in Ohio also went unheard, her family moving from city to city, wherever her father’s work was until they finally settled in Chicago. Her choice for college – first and second – waitlisted her until she settled on her third. And her dream of being a great novelist has remained just that, a dream, while she toils away at editing.
And yet, she can’t exactly complain.
She loved her brother, much more than she expected, and despite all their differences they remained close. The moving gave her such a love of travel that she rarely ever stayed in one spot for more than a few years, vacationing often whenever she was able. Editing and email helped that matter, no longer needing to be physically tied to the authors she worked with. Though she still dreamed of writing for herself she can’t deny that she actually enjoys her work. Helping writers (would be and established) has proven more fulfilling than trying to wring a novel out on her keyboard, and so far more successful.
Despite all these happy accidents, she wouldn’t have minded a few of her plans reaching fruition. After college and a few failed relationships (a drummer and a psychiatrist, just to name a few) ultimately lead her to what she thought was it: a whirlwind romance and she was married, happily so, only to end with a whirlwind divorce a year later. It might be her lone regret, even with the happy months that were spent.
The recovery of her bruised heart and ego didn’t help much with one of her best authors deciding to switch genres, leaving his lucrative background of romance novel writing for more challenging endeavors. Nor was the presence of an entirely different, and fictional, voice suddenly emerging.
Between Lucivar and Liam, whose emails, calls and correspondence had been going oddly since all this time she had known him, she had little reason not to move to Las Vegas, just to try and make sense of what was going on.
Alter: Lucivar Yaslana, the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih, never expected this was how his life was going to be. When he imagined how his long life would be, he thought of dying some thousand years into the future, going by in his sleep with his wife at his side and his son taking up the family strengths and burdens. Or maybe he would have end up meeting enemies on the killing fields, as he had done several times in his long life, until the day he finally fell to their attacks.
Somehow popping up in the head of a landen woman, one without the powers of the Blood, seemed far out of the realm of possibilities. And that was even with his sister being the veritable goddess of their universe, capable of any and everything, if her recent witch purge was anything to go by.
Adjusting to this new existence had been slow going. Veronica had been adamant that this wasn’t happening, that she wasn’t going crazy, and this was just a result of heartbreak and a love of fantasy romance novels. After a few weeks, they both resigned themselves to this seemingly permanent fate. But at least she was going to Las Vegas, this place that pulled at them and hinted there was something more. Hoping for some explanation, or more company – like his wife, or his son or even his sister and brother – was a bit too much to bear but at least Veronica wasn’t as boring or insipid as some women he had met.
She’d get decently well with the coven, and she took it as the compliment it was meant.
Journal/Key: The journal is a leather bound book, the cover a deep grey with plain pages on inside, the edges ragged and torn. The metal key is dirty, seemingly ancient looking, the teeth reminding Veronica of the inside of a dragon’s maw and just as sharp.
Storylines: [Lines can apply to either side of the door, despite the titles.]