Velma Cox Salazar

NS Nation Name: Main Nation MinistryCharacter Name: Velma Cox SalazarCharacter Gender: FemaleCharacter Age: 35Character Height: 5'9Character Weight: 110 lbsCharacter Position/Role/Job: ModelAppearance: (Photo preferred, not required)Character State of Origin: Pasco, WashingtonCharacter State of Residence: Los Angeles, CaliforniaCharacter Party Affiliation: Republican (at the request of Cox)Main Strengths: Velma is mainly attractive towards the public and motherly towards both her husband and daughter. Despite being barely related to working with politics, she is ambitious of contributing some money towards a good cause.Main Weaknesses: Velma had some "things" happen to her in the past, resulting in some demons. Because of this, she may have some sudden random moments of either mental breakdowns or suddenly sadistic, either from a split personality or from being unaware of being bipolar. Her ambition may lead to her taking out people she would find getting in her way of her major goals.Biography: "So. Mrs. Velma, I presume?"
"Yes. I'm the wife of my husband, Cox. He's a politician. I already know, not to do drugs. So I'm a saint. Almost."
"Care to explain what happened in the past? Don't worry, it's between you and me."
"I was born in the 80's. We didn't have beaches to party in Washington. That was one of the reasons my parents moved to California. Because it was always sunny there, so my parents didn't complain. Even after the divorce when I was 14, I tried to live my life like everyone else. So after I moved from Washington, we moved to San Francisco, first. My mother forced me into doing this hobby of weaving, which was idiotic as I wanted to go shopping. I never knew my grandparents at all. Their most likely dead now. All I knew was that they came from a wealthy background related to oil. My parents forbid me from watching the news, claiming that it's just government propaganda and they were trying to remove the peace of society."
"Didn't you tried to be an artist once?"
"My parents put me in this pretentious looking magnet school for art. I did do art, but I didn't do it for fun. I never had the interest in art. All the paintings I made at the end of the school year in 6th grade was things I sold to that gay couple across the street from my childhood apartment. Around the time, they send me to an actual middle school, my parents were trying to put in an ascetic lifestyle. Around that time, people were paranoid over something happening in Somali, but I got worried of the other things."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. I would listen to musicians in the 80's, but when you live in the 90's, you start to notice they start to age and you want them to be the same as what you viewed them to be when you were young. That was why I once a fear towards old people, but I was paranoid of what would happen to them in the future. Now, there is this thing I like to do. Though I do it in private. My father worked as a butcher and every time I go to his shop, all I would see is meat. Just meat. They were animals, but they were meat. The place I remember the most was the trash outside where the meat that no one wanted ended up in the trash. Every day, when I went to the shop, I would see the flies. Going after the meat. And this was starting when I was 6. I would try to grab myself about handfuls of flies that was flying around and I would eat them. And I didn't mind."
"And you still do this in private?"
"I would see myself as something as a carnivore. I mean, I don't want to get too philosophic. We're all omnivores, but I saw myself as this carnivore and feel like one day I can be just one. Almost. When my parents divorced, I tried to attend high school. Then I met him. That man who almost made me want to drown. I knew he was stalking me in school. That asshole got away from ruining my life. No one batted an eye from him, but when he was near me, I was the blame."
"Who is this man?"
"My first husband."
"Describe him."
"My husband was somewhat of a creep and a hypocrite. When he got me pregnant in high school, I don't know. He got me drunk when we were at a friend's party. I was too tipsy and he drove me to his home. Then, he demanded that we do sex. He told me he was using a condom, but the next day, I did a pregnancy test and it was positive! I confronted him over it and all he said was, "Oops. That's a shame. Must have forgot." He smirked at me behind my back and he didn't even did a silent one. So yes, I got pregnant during high school at the age of 15. When my parents found it, they blamed everyone, me, my bastard boyfriend and even themselves."
"So what happened after the baby was born?"
"Babies."
"But I thought- Oh. Oh dear. Listen I'm so sorry-"
"Let me continue. So yes, I gave born to Karen and Chuck. We stayed in San Francisco during the time when we were "parents". He claimed to have how to do parenting and all of that was complete bullshit BECAUSE HE MADE MY SON DRINK DRAIN CLEANER THAT FUCKING-"---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Sorry. So sorry. Look, it was complicated after what happened. All you need to know he was a shitty father who abused his own children and wife. My mother and father tried to commit suicide after what happened to my son, but they managed to fail that somehow? Actually, how do you mess up drowning yourself in a beach? My husband got arrested for his shit and they threw him in prison. Even though I wanted to ditch him immediately if he got out, they gave him a longer sentence than I expected actually?"
"How?"
"They found some bags in his trunk. We moved to Los Angeles to forget about what happened in the North. About Karen, though. She was abused, but she didn't bat an eye. She seems peacefully without a father. I once asked her if she wanted another dad and she offered me some phone numbers to some bars. It was strange as she was 8 when she wrote down the numbers. I assume she discovered them while with her friends, but I wasn't sure if her friends were bad influences."
"So tell me about your relationship with Taylor Cox."
"Well, while I was in Los Angeles, dealing with my unfortunate divorce, I did odd jobs throughout the years. I was once hired to be primarily a call center worker, but that gone completely awkward quickly. My original boss said, I would getting "overworked" and decided to "let me go". However, I managed to get a job as a secretary at the city center starting in 2016. Cox and I didn't care for each other when I was working. I could hear him in his office shouting weird stuff related to his job as a politicians. It was around the final thirds, when both of us were probably in a mid-life crisis of some sort. But both of us knew we were star-crossed lovers. I just simply hope that we have a nice life together, even though every day seems like we're drifting around from reality, itself."
"Ok, Velma. We will continue this session later. Make sure you listen to calming music. Also, you tried to kill me with a stapler."Other Info: Velma IC's posts will be written in first-person experimentally towards the RP to see how she develops. Velma likes to eat insects. That's all.