The Trick (Almost Done)

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Hey guys, back already! This is another thing I did before camp. This is a Killer oc for Dead by Daylight, an awesome online co-op, survival horror game which I love! This is just a warning, it's gonna be a long chapter. Hope you make it!

Name: Veronica Birkart A.K.A The Trick

For: Dead By Daylight

Role: Killer

Gender: Female

Age (before incident): 22

Personality (before incident): Young, outgoing, carefree, social butterfly, unabashed, extrovert. Overwhelming at times, sometimes acts like a little princess, kinda bossy, control freak.

Lived (before incident): NYC

Appearance (before incident): A beautiful woman with shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair, and blue eyes. Tall, thin, curvy figure. 5' 7.5", 119 lbs.

Occupation (before incident): Singer/Actress

Worked (before incident):
Broadway

Biography: Veronica was quite the Broadway star, she loved to perform in musicals, she was a fantastic actress with the voice of an angel. When she was little her parents had noticed her natural gift for singing and encouraged her to continue to use such a beautiful voice, and she soon after developed a love for acting. She would sit in front of the tv watching some musical, and she'd get up and mimic the actors and actresses. It didn't take long to get noticed, in her late teens she was already climbing the ranks, slowly performing bigger and bigger shows, until finally, broadway, at age twenty. For two years she worked there, of course she went on tours, but the city was her roots.

She worked there for two years, until something happened. Veronica had been performing as (ironically) Heather Chandler (not Veronica Sawyer) in the musical Heathers. The character was fun for Veronica and she enjoyed it very much. She was in the middle of singing "Veronica's Chandler Nightmare" when one of the students, a chorus role, pulled out a dagger, the blade was a stunning silver and the hilt was designed with roses etched into the metal, the space between the roses, a rough black. Engraved on the blade, the classic masks that symbolize drama, comedy and tragedy.

The other students were the first to go, many struggled but eventually were put to rest in cold blood, until the last student left got the killer to the ground and disarmed them, kicked the dagger away. That student was choked to near death, when after all this time that Veronica had been paralyzed with fear, she finally managed to move, and pick up the dagger that had been kicked by her. She ran at the killer and stabbed them in the back before pulling out the bloodied dagger and watching them roll off their next victim. She looked them in the eyes, before they reached and clawed at her, she stabbed them again and again and again until they stopped fighting.

And when she looked down at herself, seeing all of this killer's blood on her costume and her skin, and on the dagger...something inside her snapped. Such jealousy in this killer's eyes, such built-up hatred. She must eliminate all of those with jealousy in their hearts, and she started by slaughtering the student who had been choked and was in the process of thanking her for saving their life. Oh what a show it was. She began to go through the crowd and only stopped when sirens were heard, she fled the scene and has not been heard of since. A story, forgotten in time.

Weapon: The dagger

Map: The Theater- has a room with stage, seats and balcony, rafters, many backstage rooms including dressing rooms, bathrooms, lounges, all extending from winding hallways. There is also the entrance lobby, and of course the basement!

Appearance (after incident): Her hair is a mess, the right half of her face is comedy, the left is tragedy, she's unnaturally thin and has great posture unless bending down to inspect someone. Her eyes are completely black with white glowing dots, the size of her pupils and roses grow out of her, flowers, thorns, and vines. One rose covers her left eye, one on her heart. Her teeth are sharp. She wears worn down wraps under her vines and large thorns grow from her shoulders and elbows.

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