It's short, for a PI charapp. But it's long and involved, for me. I am lazy. Legendarily so. This is an accomplishment. Now I have to do one for Parsley Sage, on Brave and Bold. Pity me.

Character Information:

1) What is your Character's Name & Any Aliases?
Vesper Yossarian Antagonist. No really, that's her name. She uses the name Holly Maimon wherever she can just so people don't start giggling, and switches names around a lot when she's signing up for things just so it's harder for people to follow her paper trail.
2) What universe is your character from?
She's native to Project Infinity's universe.
3) What does your character look like?

Oh, tall. My goodness, tall. Six feet tall, in fact, and striking on purpose. She's stuck somewhere in the sometimes-mature, sometimes breathtakingly immature middle ground of the twenties, between girl and woman only because she refuses to look like a lady but is undeniably feminine. Vesper's hair is black and really, really long. No, really. She keeps it in a loose braid down her back, most of the time; at one temple (all the way down) is a streak of bright green, at the other (likewise) is a streak of smurf blue. Her skin is pale, but in more of a geeky way than a vampire way, and she wears a pair of silver wirerimmed glasses, partially obscuring her green eyes. Yes! Green! Not the same green as the streak, in case anyone cares. Ves grins a lot.
Every day she's wearing something new and different, ranging from really ridiculously slack slob clothes to something meant to represent a particular subculture to the Gap to stuff that's actually pretty. Today she happens to be wearing a pair of low-riding olive drab drawstring cargo pants, something that at one point in its history was a They Might Be Giants t-shirt but is now a sort of midriffy muscle-shirt thing that's faded from bright orange to a kind of weird peach color, a pair of black fingerless leather biking gloves, checkered Vans, and a fishing vest with lots of pockets in. Up her arms, from her hands up just past her elbows, there're mottled burn scars; because of the low-riders, you can see a tattoo of Kokopelli at the small of her back. Only problem is instead of a flute he's playing a Stratocaster.

4) What is the Character's History and Background?

All right, well, to start off you've got to understand my folks. They're a little ridiculous. My mom - her name's Helene de la Blanchetai d'Avacourt and I swear she's really not a snob - is kind of a nut. And she married my dad, who's even more of a nut. I mean, how can you be sane and convince your wife to name your kids - all right, no wait, I mean. Our last name. Antagonist. That's bad enough, right? But my dad, Holden, he convinced Helene to let him name us /really/ messed up names. I like mine all right, but damn, can you imagine having to learn to spell all that? When I was learning to write? And my name's so messed up no one even /bothered/ trying to change it in order to make fun of it. I guess it's like the Boy Named Sue or something. 'Cause that's me. Vesper Yossarian Antagonist.
So right - my mom.
She's a social worker, so I guess she's not entirely a nut, but honestly she could've fooled me. Some wiseass in ninth grade saw her picking me up once and started making comments about how I 'came by it honestly' and I beat him up, because really, she's a hippie and I'm not. Which I guess was proven by my beating him up, though probably not in the best of ways. Anyway, she's very much into conservative mysticism, which has a lot to do with numerology and Qabbalah and things, but I don't think much of it holds any water. And at least it keeps her from noticing the fact I cuss a lot.
Then there's my dad, he's an English professor at Concordia and I'm pretty sure he's certifiably insane. Like I said -- Vesper Yossarian Antagonist? And then my brother's name, Escher Wright. Jeez. My mom and I call him Skippy, which I guess isn't much better, but at least it's got nothing to do with his other names. The both of us use a lot of aliases. Er, but, dad. Right. So he's an English professor at the only moderately affordable English-tolerant university around, and he's English. That made things a little interesting in school because of the whole 'if you're not French then you suck' thing, but dammit, I can talk without much of an accent and that's an *accomplishment* outside Quebec. And anyway, he's pretty cool, for all he's crazy - he's the one got me reading everything under the sun from a really young age, and who got me interested in science fiction in the first place, and we can have really bizarre theosophical and philological and memetic and semantic (and all at once) discussions without driving each other bonkers, so it's okay.
My brother's the brilliant one, I swear he never fails at anything. But the stuff he comes up with is so neat - and he never underestimates me or anything - that I can't really bring myself to be jealous. Besides, I'm taller. And older.
I was born first, and everything went normally - well, normal for me, anyway - and it kept doing that when Skippy was born. I mean, lots of books to read, the occasional movie, New Years' debauchery, Girl Scouts, smoking pot, a million new songs to learn every year, the Tam Tam drum circle on the mountain every week in the summer, school, making unflattering supervillain sketches of people I didn't like, trying out a new diet (and not the weight-loss kind) every few months and getting bored of it, dating, my Commodore 64 and lots of pirated videogames...I suppose the only weird thing growing up was that we didn't have a television.
Once I got into secondary school I was always going over to friends' houses to watch TV, trying like hell to catch up with all the cartoons and Star Treks and stuff, which got boring until I started watching foreign films and depressing Swedish animation and - I'm rambling again, eh? Okay. So the television doesn't really matter. Early nineties, I went all over the internet because my dad got a modem and didn't really pay attention, and I guess it paid off because I kept at it and now I'm a sysadmin at Beacon Harbor University.
Uh, I also got a Lambretta motorscooter because I was really heavy into the retro-Mod scene in my late teens, and upkeep was a bitch unless I could do it myself, so I started puttering around with mechanics, too. And I was in a band! But it sucked. But if you want a copy of the only album we actually cut, gimme five dollars and I'll burn it for you. We called ourselves Radio Free Tesla because we were kind of pretentious, but isn't everyone at some point in their lives? It was me and Timbit Aleister, who lives in Nova Scotia now, and Seven Moore - this really hot English guy I was dating at the time who accidentally set fire to the gym when his powers manifested for the first time (hey, he had pointy ears, what was not to love?).
Everything went really well until (there's always an until, isn't there?) Skippy was sparking CDs in the microwave and left it alone to go get the phone. No one has any idea of the exact chain of events, but it's pretty freakin' obvious that the fire started there. Mom and Skip and I got out okay, but the fire department was taking forever to get there because where we were, they had to come over the bridge and it was rush hour, so I was phenomenally stupid and went back in to find him. I guess I come by that honestly, too, because he was phenomenally stupid and looking for Pixel - the cat - who'd already *got* out while he was looking. The both of us were pretty badly burned, and he got a fair amount of smoke inhalation damage to his lungs, so he doesn't smoke anymore. We /did/ get out, though, but the house burnt down.
Took a good long while for us to get over it, but our friends and my mother's step-parents (who I can't call grandparents, but I like 'em a lot) were all a big help and housed us for a while, got us back on our feet. Skippy and I went back to school, I finished up, went to Uni, double majored in CompSci and Concordia's Western Society and Culture program, then went looking for jobs. For some reason, Beacon Harbor University was willing to pay a hell of a lot for a system administrator who knew what she was doing and was willing to, you know, move to Beacon Harbor. Hopefully someone'll eventually tell me what happened to the last one.

5) What is your Character's Personality?

Enthusiastic.
Everything's really cool. Except when things are really bad, but even when things are really bad, there's usually *something* to be happy about. And things normal people would be weirded out by, or scared of? She just thinks they're incredibly neat. It's like, 'Metahuman? You mean you can do cool stuff just by thinking about it? DUDE!!' And things like that. I mean, she gets hyper over the chance to play /skeeball/, for godsake. She really likes being alive, and it shows up in everything she does.
Frank.
Truthful? Nah -- blunt. Well, truthful, yes, but she's extraordinarily direct. If she likes someone or something, she will be vocal about it. If she doesn't like someone or something, she will be vocal about it. She's mouthy and doesn't hold back, which sometimes gets her in trouble but sometimes also gets her laid a lot faster. Oh, there are other applications, yes. Basically what it boils down to is this: she won't keep her mouth shut, and sometimes that's good, and sometimes that's really bad.
Talkative.
The whole not shutting up thing, the John Cusack Character 'nervous talking thing' combined with a wholehearted love of conversation. She will talk and talk and talk, and she even has trouble shutting up if someone tells her to and really means it. Lots of talking.
Oblivious.
Not the most perceptive girl in the world, Vesper. Once she's put on to something, she'll pick up quickly and figure things out, but you have to beat her over the head with moods and hints and things that are wrong. On the plus side, it's really easy to throw surprise parties for her.
Bright.
Oh she is. Bright, that is. Just shy of brilliant, but not in the perception way, obviously. Good with maths, good with mechanics, good with music and art, wonderful at putting things together (when given the things and told that there is, indeed, a pattern), fantastic with computers. Very creative, very damn individualistic, very referential, very very bright.
Charismatic.
Even though she's blunt as all get-out and talks too much, her enthusiasm makes up for it. She can keep a crowd's attention, she can attract a crowd, she can keep people entertained, she can focus her talkiness on subjects in which the people she's conversing with are interested. Never actually took a public speaking class, she just likes people a lot and they *tend* to like her back.
Generous.
Vesper's a Giver. As opposed to being a Taker. If she has, she will freely give and expect nothing back. Doesn't matter if it's lunch money, spare oil, time, a shoulder to lean on, libido, extra tickets to a Smashmouth show, salad, emergency cash, coffee, or Shark-Repellent Bat-Spray. She'll just give, cheerfully.
Flaky.
It's actually just ADD, but it comes off as flakiness. She'll forget things, lose things, miss appointments, be late for things, lose interest in things and pick up interest in other things randomly and rapidly. She's even been known to completely lose the thread of a conversation and fly wildly off into bizarre tangents without even realizing she has.

6) Powers - none.

7) What are your Character's Weaknesses?

Easily Disoriented.
It doesn't take a hell of a lot to confuse Vesper. She gets lost a lot, and if she gets distracted it takes her a while to catch back up to a conversation or an event, and it's fairly easy to trip her up with semantics. Double negatives piss her off, and so do one-way streets. Not to mention waking up still drunk, because that complicates an already-complicated situation: waking up at all.
ADD.
So very easily distracted, it's difficult for Vesper to finish things she starts, and she starts several new things every day. Piles and piles of unfinished work - piles of frustration. Caffeine helps her focus somewhat, but she'd probably be somewhat better off if she saw a psychiatrist.
Smokes.
Running, not so much. Coughing, well -- especially if it's damp or she's lying down. Oh and she gets irritable if she's pining for a cigarette.
High self-image, low self-esteem.
She doesn't think she's worth a whole hell of a lot, and she /does/ think people are unlikely to take her seriously at all. On the other hand, she's damned proud of her sense of aesthetics and she's pretty sure she's really hot. Which has a tendency to make her think she's doing something hideously wrong if people don't like her.
Awkward.
Not a very good sense of balance - either mentally or physically. She's klutzy and blunt, both, and has a tendency to talk faster when she's put her foot in her mouth. As far as physical awkwardness goes, it's almost as though her 'radar' never caught up to her actual height. Bumping into things, knocking things over, tripping, hitting her head because of not ducking far enough - the works.
Impulsive.
Sometimes this is a good thing -- like in the buying something for someone that'll make them happy sense, or the 'failing to be bored because of spontaneously deciding to go play skee-ball' sense. Most of the time it's not great at all - she'll get herself into a hell of a lot of trouble with an astonishing frequency because of her habit of not thinking twice about, oh, anything.
Pyrophobe.
Very much afraid of fire, of getting burned again (because of, you know, that house fire she got caught in when she was in her teens, and bears the scars of). Weird considering she smokes, but it's never with matches, and it's never when she's distracted by anything, or tired. Never any time there's any chance of her setting fire to something through neglect of cigarette. And hey, cooking? Microwave, electric range, cold stuff. Open flames freak her out.
Frank.
And not in the M*A*S*H sense, thank God. She speaks her mind, and as a result, people occasionally get remarkably offended. This is also known as 'very little tact'.
Reckless.
She has almost no sense of danger. What? There're people firing guns in there? Well, damn, who? Gonna go find out! What's this? Someone's dropped their wallet out the window but it's on that ledge? Hey, I'll go get it! Rush hour traffic? Who /says/ I can't merge a scooter into four-lane traffic in the rain? What? That guy's a terrorist? But dammit, he's *hot*! Who says I can't ask him out?
Temper.
Vesper's easy-going until her buttons get pushed. She feels she's being slighted, and whoever's doing it had better look out for a swift kick or a verbal barrage. She sees something she doesn't approve of, and she gets *angry*, and she'll have it out with whoever's doing it right then and there. If it's someone she can't touch, like a politician, she'll go and start a fight with someone she doesn't like, just to get it out of her system. Rarr.

8) What are your Character's Non-Powered Skills and Abilities?

Computer Foo.
Vesper's a network administrator. She's down with the multiple OSes and the security and the breakage thereof. In addition, she does web foo for fun, and knows way too much for her own good. More than enough to get her in trouble if she's careless, and enough to get her out of it most of the time. She was, in her foolish days of youth, a script kiddie who hung out on #hack. Her assumed last name is even a reference to one of the young modern gods of hacking.
Scooter-driving.
Ahaha. You think it is not a skill, but it is. She can merge that sucker in rush-hour traffic, navigate ridiculously small gaps in solid matter, and park it where it's not likely to get stolen.
Music-making.
Vesper plays a passable lead guitar and a kickin' rhythm guitar, covering everything from surf to ska to Van Halen-style noodling. She doesn't have a piano, but her parents do, and she's played that longer than she's played guitar. She really, really likes singing. Singing is fun. It relieves tension. You can do it when you're pissed off or when you're happy or when you're bored or when you're the only one on graveyard shift and you're desperately trying to stay awake.
Music knowledge.
With an eclectic taste in music and snobs for friends, Vesper tends to keep up on the latest weird stuff to hit the underground. It used to be a survival skill. Now it's just kind of addictive. In fact, she has nigh-encyclopedic knowledge of most forms of Western popular music from the 20th and 21st centuries, barring heavy metal, disco, and 80s hair bands, and adding klezmer and ballads. She's not a snob, just a geek: won't diss anyone's taste, but will happily go off on stuff no one but her cares about if anyone lets her.
Style.
It's...unique. Flamboyant and loud and bright or ridiculously dramatic, frequently thematic, and always somehow good in practice if implausible in theory. If she's *ever* dressed like a corporate drone, it's gonna be a sign of the apocalypse. The closest she'll come to 'normal' is exaggeratedly punkoid schoolgirl. Which really isn't normal.
Art.
Another one of those hobbies, right, that you pick up if you don't sleep too well and you need something to do while hanging out in train stations and you've run out of comic books. Vesper sketches. She does occasional attempts at painting, but her best stuff is just pencil and ink, and sometimes she'll go for the computer coloring. She is, however, practically addicted to the artwork of other people, and has a habit of trying to buy it. Yay decorating walls!
Pop culture knowledge.
GEEK. Big geek. Loving the books and the cartoons and the science fiction television shows and the comics and the pop music, and tracking the latest viral memes in the collective societal unconscious. She really, really, really loves Pop Culture, and will gleefully mix kitsch with art nouveau and neoclassicism, and *probably* would offend more discerning palates with her more arcane mixtures. Like, if you see a Manet print next to a big poster of Optimus Prime, it's probably her doing.
Cooking.
She cooks for herself, and tends toward the weirdly healthy - not out of any desperate desire to be healthy, in most cases, but because the stuff looks cool. Like those toasted soybeans that're meant to look like peanuts, as a snack food. Or like soy milk. Except that tastes good, too. She'll also drink this green stuff that just looks wrong, but she insists it's good for her (and if nothing else, it means drinking a gallon of water a day). She does, however, just basically cook for herself, so if she gets bored with the healthy she'll get out the Foreman grill and fry something ridiculous.
Bilingual.
Coming from Montreal and having, you know, a French mom, Vesper speaks Quebec French as fluently as she does English. And hello, accent! Trying to not have an accent, though, because one tends to get tired of Mountie jokes. No, really. Ask anyone. Really.
First Aid.
Hey, girl scout. And with the number of scrapes and breaks and messes she and her friends have gotten into over the years, there's a *reason* she keeps a stocked first aid kit on the back of her scooter. It's not counted in the normal definition of First Aid, but she's also taken classes in CPR and artificial respiration.
Mechanical.
If you own a vintage scooter, you know how to take care of it, otherwise you end up spending a hell of a lot of money getting it fixed all the time. She knows her scooter inside and out, and how to fix the various things that go wrong with it, and has a general idea of how to fix other internal combustion vehicles. But, you know, needs manuals for them.
Research/Investigation.
It takes a while for Vesper to figure out there's something needs investigating because she's not the most perceptive girl in the world, but once she knows - whether it's because someone told her or she's actually picked up on it herself - she'll hit the books *hard*. Hit the books, the internet, the locals, City Hall - anyplace she can get information, she'll get it, compile it, try and put it into some kind of readable order for someone else to do something with. That's for events -- if there's something she wants to learn to do, she'll put as much effort into studying up on that as she does for investigative thingies.

9) What resources does your character have access to?

Her parents in Montreal.
Mother's a social worker, dad's a professor at Concordia University. If she gets in deep trouble or deep financial trouble, she is totally unashamed about running home to mommy and daddy. Mostly because she hasn't had to yet, but hey, they're there.
Her job.
Vesper's got a job as system administrator at BHU, which pays her rather well and gives her access to the university's computer facilities. Lots of access. Lots and lots.
The Internet!
She's got it and she knows how to use it. Hey, Google! You're my new best friend! Howya doin'? Want to tell me how to do this or how to do that? How about want to tell me what's goin' down in Chinatown this week? Anyone get killed recently that I oughtta know about? Yeah. She likes the Internet. A lot.
Her 1961 seafoam green Lambretta motorscooter.
Pride and joy number one. She takes care of it, it's her baby *and* her primary mode of transportation.
Her 1969 white Fender Stratocaster and 100-watt tube amp.
Pride and joy number two. Vintage and beautiful and has such a lovely sound, plus she looks entirely hardcore playing it, and it's LOUD through that amp, and she feels so much better after playing it that maybe she should just quit her job to play guitar all the time.
A friend in Nova Scotia to hang with when things go to hell.
Yep. Got a good friend to flee to the home of, way up in Nova Scotia, if she ever needs a vacation or at least a break. The friend has a house on the coast. Looking at the ocean in its unpolluted and lovely lonely state is a wonderful thing.

10) Journal - none.

11) What are your future plans for your character?

Seducing Kurt! Making friends with way too many conflicting people. Being overly cool. Not getting killed through sheer force of personality. Playing irate hostage. Being mostly disappointed in the BHPD. Being Beacon Harbor's /other/ resident hacker.