0.2 Founders Backstory

Victoria Smith

Venice Jettstar wasn't born to that name, she chose it. She wasn't born to the name Victoria Smith either. The Nun who found her on the doorstep of the orphanage early one morning named her Victoria after her own mother. Some overworked, stressed out, and highly unimaginative Social Worker tagged the file with Smith, Doe was easy to type, but it always reminded her of dead bodies.

Victoria, Vikki, Vikster, Vic grew up with a love/hate relationship to St. Simara's Orphanage.

She loved the fact they encouraged her artistic nature, she loved having so many friends, even if most of them got adopted and vanished quickly. She hated that she had to share a bedroom with twenty of them, and when she became a teen, she hated that they tried to suppress her enthusiasm for loud music and parties and sneaking out at night.

Whenever young couples would come looking for a sweet child to adopt for their ' happily ever after', Vikki would scruff up her hair, slouch, pick her nose, anything to make them look at someone else.

And later when she was older, everybody walked past her to 'Awww' over the babies, and younger children anyway.

She was tired of this place, its boring gray walls, its quiet days and its silent nights. She spent her entire life living inside this place, her lust for life and all the things place didn't have saw her sneaking out of the orphanage window for the last time. She kept to the back alleys and darker streets that she knew from her previous sneakings.  By this stage she was regularly sneaking out to see music gigs.

Thoughts raced through her mind, bouncing and jostling each other for attention. 'How am I going to get food?', 'where can I get some simoleons?', 'Where am I going to sleep?'. Vikki decided her priorities where food, then shelter, then money. "Maybe I can be an actress...or an astronaut... or a musician'. At that moment her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she skipped dinner to pack her few belongings, and that she had climbed out of the second floor window at around the time she wold normally be doing her late night fridge raid. The thoughts 'Maybe a gardener, or maybe a thief' added themselves to the list.

"You there, young lady, STOP! Its past curfew and you don't look old enough to be out, show me some ID". Vik froze, she had expected her bid for freedom to last longer than an hour. "I don't have any", Vik replied in a small voice". "You are coming with me then, get in the cruiser!'.  The lawman bundled her into the car despite her protests. "Looks like I'll have to get someone to check you out on the computer at the station"

Vikki sat silently in the back of the police car, trying to think her way out of this unexpected twist.

The officer escorted her from the car, up the stairs into the precinct just as a dozen other officers were leaving, there was an exchange of nods and minor pleasantries exchanged and one called out, "There's no overtime Harry, meet us at Silky Pumpkin for drinks?'

Officer Harry lead Vik to a seat, and walking around the desk, pulled out a chair in front of the computer. He glared at the computer for a moment, before poking the power button roughly.

Like a light bulb going on, a thought struck her, ' This cop is a total Luddite!'. She knew  enough about computers to know that Harry had hit the reset button, not the power button, which was on the other side... A plan was formed.

She leaned forward, unplugging the network cable and sliding it out far enough that it wouldn't connect, but not enough that it would fall to the ground and be obvious. "Problems?". she purred, doing her best to imitate a grown ups voice, and squeezing her shoulders together to try to make her average size boobs look bigger. "Sit down miss!" Harry requested, finally working how to turn the stupid computer box thing on.

Another officer, a tall, lithe Fairy with orange wings walked past the desk. Vik had never seen a real fairy before, "You're off the clock Harry, everyone one will be waiting for us at the Silky". "You go ahead sweetheart, I'll wrap this up, and be right there". Vik heard the fairy mutter 'trust me to marry a workaholic' as she left.

"First Name?" asked Harry, "Celeste"Vik replied quickly,

"Last Name?" inquired Harry, "Simsdottir"Vik responded,

"Residence?" requested Harry, "Sunset Valley" Vik replied quickly,  

"A long way from home, I suppose you have an address?" queried Harry,

"22 Acacia Avenue" Vik replied quickly,  

"Age?" asked Harry, "Im a young adult, obviously, just aged a few days ago"

Harry tapped the details slowly in to the computer with one finger, he was about to hit enter when yet another officer interrupted him. "C'mon Harry, you might not get paid overtime for working extra, but I get penalized if I log on late!", "Almost finished here" Harry muttered, as the other officer made a bee line for the coffee machine.

Harry stabbed at the enter key with a smile of triumph, moments later he leaned into the screen. "Database not found.. Database not found.." Harry murmured. Poking the power button again "My apologies Miss Simsdottir, you are not listed in the youth database, you are free to go." Harry intoned.

Leaning forward and doing the 'make my boobs look bigger' trick again, she slipped the cable back into place. "So now you know I'm not some wayward teen, how about you take me to this tavern, introduce me to your friends, and buy me a drink or three?" she said, attempting to sound seductive, and continued to play the con game.

"Do you see this ring?" Harry stated, tapping his gold wedding band. "Did you see my wife, the officer with the wings the color of an golden autumn sunset?" Harry continued. "I said you are free to go, Miss Simsdottir, and replace your ID as soon as you can."

V laughed quietly to herself as she left the police station, still she mentally scribbled criminal off of her mental list of employment options, and replaced it with celebrity psychic.