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[Player Information]
Player Name: Miyou
Age: 23
E-mail: musemetrops@gmail.com
Other characters played at Cape Kore: N/A

[Character Information]
Name: Becky Rosen
Canon: Supernatural
Canon Point: Post-7x08
Age: 28

Appearance: Becky is of average build, standing at 5'4", with mid-back length straight blonde hair and blue eyes. Her signature style is some sort of short sleeved blouse and sweater vest/shirt combo along with a skirt, and, in keeping with Supernatural fashion, her blouses are usually in some variety of plaid. She doesn't seem to wear much makeup unless for a special occasion, and generally doesn't seem very concerned with her appearance at all (though she probably wishes she could afford to look nicer sometimes).

Inventory:

(1) beige handbag
(1) red wallet containing picture ID, various credit/rewards cards, movie tickets, receipts, and seventeen (17) dollars in cash
(1) blue hairbrush
(1) floral printed composition journal
(1) red pen
(1) black pen

Abilities: None, though she would consider her knowledge on the Supernatural books above average. As the self-proclaimed #1 Fan, she knows those books backwards and forwards (even Chuck admits she knows them better than himself, and he wrote them).

History: Wiki 1 | Wiki 2

Personality:

Becky Rosen is your stereotypical slash fangirl and proud of it. When she is first introduced, she is seen writing a steamy scene between the two main characters of "Supernatural," Sam and Dean, and, as webmistress of morethanbrothers.net, she has written at least a handful of Wincest slash fanfiction (she almost admits to it when she meets Sam and Dean in person, but quickly realizes that would probably freak them out). She's extremely passionate about what she loves (the Supernatural books, and by default their author, Carver Edlund (Chuck Shurley) — and, of course, Sam Winchester, her favorite character person of all time) and is not shy about expressing that passion. Before meeting Chuck, she sent him numerous letters and marzipan in an attempt to express how much she loved him and the Supernatural books, and when she meets Sam for the first time, she nearly hyperventilates from excitement and completely disregards any personal space Sam might have to indulge in touching his chest, much to his discomfort and dismay. Not that Sam's (or anyone else's) clear discomfort from being around her has ever phased her, but whether or not she's just oblivious, ignoring it, or mentally can't pick up on this is never really explored.

As fangirls usually are, Becky is also very easily excitable, especially when it comes to anything related to her obsession. She squeals, she jumps, she probably even glomps if you give her the chance. Social etiquette isn't something she's entirely well versed in, and while her intentions are never harmful, her enthusiasm can sometimes come across as creepy, especially in Sam's case. She isn't shy at all about her sexual desire for him (or others she finds sexually appealing; ie, Chuck after he fends off a ghost, an act of bravery and dominance that clearly arouses her, based on her very suggestive reaction and the fact that they start dating later that episode) and frequently makes advances on Sam, even as far as drugging him with love potion to get him to marry her so she could impress Jocelyn Caruso from her high school at their ten year reunion — the girl who was likely her arch-nemesis in high school, tormenting her with the nickname "Yecky Becky." She admits to Sam that no one ever understood her except for people on message boards, even though they were grumpy and over literal. They shared a common passion, which was at least something — something she didn't get out of high school: friends. Her own insecurity about Sam's nonexistent feelings for her and her failed relationship with Chuck (which she believes is her fault: that she intimidated him with her "vibrant sexuality") mixed with a little bit of self-loathing made her feel as if drugging him was her only option, though she eventually sees the err of her ways.

Becky really just wants people to like her for who she is, but her fear of rejection both causes her to hide behind message boards and other social networking sites to feel worth and also causes her to go to extremes to get people to like her, even if those feelings are only artificial. Then again, she isn't completely socially inept, but she doesn't make friends easily outside of her own niche of fandom and erotica. She's very much an introvert, usually enjoying the company of a good book/fanfic/the Internet to the company of other people. The one friend she did make (in the erotica section of her local bookstore) turned out to be a crossroads demon who only saw her as a pathetic human who couldn't even get someone to fall in love with her without his help. So, as friends go, he wasn't a very good one. But she can rely on her Twitter followers and fellow members of her website because they understand her; they're like her; they're her kin. Fans have each others' backs (except when they're at each others' throats), and without Chuck or the Winchesters, they're all she's got.

Overall, though, Becky is an extremely enthusiastic and outgoing person when she's got something she's passionate to talk about, but otherwise is fairly bookish and keeps to herself. She doesn't go out of her way to initiate conversation, but she'll jump into one if she has something to say and isn't afraid people will eat her for saying it. She tends to lurk more than actively participate in conversations or discussions, in person or on the forums, preferring to listen in on what other people are saying than say much herself. The harshness of the internet is more intimidating than Dean's overprotective glare, so she stays in her quiet little corner of the internet and the Novel Hovel and writes writes writes.

[Samples]
P R O S E

There's something about the cape that's oddly comforting to Becky. She grew up in Delaware, not on the coast but close enough to it that the water and the pier is familiar to her, something to remind her of home. She doesn't exactly have a boatload of fond memories of home, but sitting on the dock with her journal reminds her of sitting on the dock with her dad out at their cabin on Loon Lake, waiting for their next big catch.

She wishes he had that picture of her with the fish with her, but the one in her head will have to do. It's a memory of a better time, before high school, before "Yecky Becky," before she became the freak no one wanted to talk to because she was too enthusiastic about the wrong things. Why couldn't she want to be a cheerleader like the rest of the girls her age? Why did she have to be so weird?

She sits out on the dock by herself contemplating life, tapping her pen against her journal. It's times like these she feels the most inspired to write, that kind of stream of consciousness writing that she usually looks back on and wonders where the hell it came from. Some of her best fanfics came from just sitting alone and thinking...

She feels a little dirty that she's still writing Wincest even though she's met both of them, but that almost makes it more exciting. To see the look on either of their faces if they ever read one of her stories... she might just die of embarrassment, but then she'd just come back to haunt them until she finished her ongoing epic. That alone, her dedication to her fans, would be enough to keep her spirit on this mortal plane.

She smiles to herself as the words for the beginning of the next chapter begin to form in her brain and her pen goes to work. Yes, this will be the best chapter yet.

A C T I O N

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N E T W O R K

[ The feed turns on to display a particularly worried-looking blonde woman, frowning more like an annoyed mother than anything. ]

You know, I'm getting major All Hell Breaks Loose flashbacks right now. Waking up in a creepy abandoned town with a bunch of people I presumably don't know? Yeah. I have a feeling this won't end well. I mean, unless the Winchesters are here by some off chance. And then...

Well, honestly, things might end worse. They aren't exactly the best good luck charms. Even when they had a good luck charm. (One of my favorites, by the way, Bad Day at Black Rock.)

I just hope there aren't demons involved. Sam didn't exactly let me keep the demon slaying knife as a souvenir for ganking my first black-eyed SOB.

[ She sighs, resigned. There's not really any point in making a big deal out of this, is there? It's not like she has anyone back home who will miss her. Except maybe her Twitter followers. But even then... She shrugs, then offers something resembling a smile. ]

Well, at least I still have my journal. Maybe now I can get to work on that fanfic I've been meaning to write...