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PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: Starrah
AGE: Absolutely over 18
CONTACT: chromologue
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A

CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Angela Montenegro
CANON: Bones
AGE: Early thirties
CANON POINT: Season 4, Episode 8: The Skull in the Sculpture (pre-all the life changing things that happen at least five or so seasons later--aka marriage and baby)

BACKGROUND: Canon Wiki, Character Link
INCENTIVE/FIT:

[INCENTIVE] - For coming to Eudio, she's been offered a solid career in the arts by way of her own art gallery. It's something she's threatened to do many times when the lab gets to her a little too much (or it's Monday.) While she knows her day job as a forensic facial reconstructor is a very important gig, the non-stop cases and the reality of how dark and violent humanity can be weighs heavily on her mentally and emotionally and given her passion for art, having a guaranteed way out of the starving artist role is very tempting. Angela doesn't really need too much coaxing to leave a place.

[FIT] - Angela likes to share what she calls her sexual wisdom with people. Friends, family, strangers standing next to her at a stoplight, she doesn't care. She's very physical and is quick to give anybody a hug if they look like they're in need of one and if they're in need of a roll in the hay, she's here for that too. She doesn't let sex or gender stop her because in her world, everybody's free to love who they want and sleep with who they want. Basically, life is too short to keep her pants on.

Most of all, Angela is big on letting people live their lives with as much freedom as possible provided no one gets hurt in the process. She's seen too many people be taken advantage of in her line of work and that's enough to make sure she gets clear consent from anyone she does anything with. A no is no and she's a big girl. She can accept that.

SAMPLES: Thread #1, Thread #2 and if that isn't enough, I've included a prose sample.

They catch her on a good day, one where she's managed to make decent headway through the thick stacks of manila folders on her desk. Very few of the cases have been solved, none of them with a neat and tidy happy ending, but at least some of them have a sense of finality to them. As she flips open another file--another child, this one with midnight black hair and piercing blue eyes, gone missing and possibly a match to a corpse found in a storm drain a few months back--someone walks into her office with a light knock, pulling her attention from those haunting eyes to the doorway.

It's no one Angela recognizes, but she smiles easily anyway, nodding a hello to the stranger and asking them if they need help. Her first assumption is that they're from one of the administrative offices downstairs or even the local FBI office, but no, she's wrong on that guess. They do need help, though, but not the kind she's familiar with giving, not in that way anyway. Her computer skills, her art, the Angelatron, none of that will work here. Her body, however, will come in handy.

She's heard some off the wall things before in her life and done most of them multiple times, but never has she heard of a city that runs on intimacy. Of course they need people to supply that; Angela knows this is a harsh world and people are quicker to argue than hug. But the idea of a place like that is as enticing as it is weird. Who would hate it? A world full of hugs and kisses, cuddles and footsie, one night stands and emotional lovemaking. No one is forced to do anything they don't want. It sounds perfect. It sounds like heaven. Sounds like something that could scratch her constantly horny itch. But nothing in life is free. Sad to say, Angela expects to get tied up in any attached strings.

"So, the catch is what?" she asks, leaning back in her chair as she mulls over the opportunity. It's not exactly running off to some tropical island, but it's an escape. Tempting, very tempting. Angela's never been good as denying temptation and she's equally as bad at not running away. As the strange woman goes onto describing this place called Eudio, she learns it's only for a month at the very least. A month away from hell. A month away from long hours in this room, surrounded by humming computers doing virtual searching for matching identities, a constantly ringing phone, the nightmares when she lies down at night, those children staring up back at her from snapshots frozen in time, and not to mention, this week's dead making its presence known via the wonky air filtration system.

And then they sweeten the deal. Actually, it's more like the woman dumps a pound of sugar on it. They hit her right where it matters: a promise of her own gallery, anywhere she wants, as far as away from the death and violence of the lab. God, the dreams she's had over that place, something that she'd never thought would actually fall into her lap like this. The pros are definitely a longer list than the cons and really, she could use a break. The catch is not really a catch. She's free to go as she pleases, and all the paintings and sculptures she can stuff into that future gallery are hers in the end.

With a twist of her lips, Angela puts on her classic wide mouth smile, all her teeth on display. This'll be good for her mind, body, and soul. She'd be stupid to say no.

"You've got a deal." She nods and stands, grabbing her purse and jacket off a nearby file cabinet. "Let's go now before my boss comes in here with more paperwork. I hate paperwork."

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