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LiveJournal Trading Cards Free Account Edition agent_melanin User Number: 3839685 Date Created:2004-07-16 Number of Posts: 1 Agent Melanin is a PPC agent destined for greatness. She is the recruited-'Sue daughter of Trinity and Boromir, something which causes much headdesking. She is usually quite nice and does not bite (often), but will go crazy if you mention glitter, multicoloured eyeshadow, or !!!!!!!11. Strengths: Kind, friendly, eager to please, able to spot a Sue from a mile away Weaknesses: Suvianism, glitter, Legolas, Avril Lavigne songs Special Skills: Able to jump from fandom to fandom, knows how out-of-character someone is just by looking, can litmus a story without using actual litmus paper Weapons: Mary Sue martial arts, sword, daggers, knives, bow and arrows, scimitar, phaser, bat’leth, plasma gun, and slingshot Dislikes: Suvianism, the colour pink, glitter, angsty!warrior!Sues, Avril Lavigne, coffee, coffeine, bleepka, eating with plastic cutlery

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Agent Butterfly's Personal Log, Stardate Unknown.

Hello!

My name is Agent Melanin Butterfly, but please don't ever call me that. I usually go by Mel. (I have another nickname, but we shall not speak of such evil here. Shut UP, Tiranel.)

I am a PPC agent. I reside in Response Centre 47, Department of Technical Errors, PPC Headquarters, Centre of the Multiverse -- or, as it is affectionately called, anti_glitter. My partner, agent_tiranel, lives here too. Actually -- 'live' is kind of a loose term. We spend most of our time in various fandoms, specifically Lord of the Rings, chasing down escaped mini-Balrogs and runaway punctuation. We do a little of everything; killing, exorcizing, solid thwaps upside the head with copies of the PPC Handbook, etc.

I am an ex-Mary Sue. My tale is a sad one; not teary sad, but groan-and-imbibe-Bleeprin sad. My mother was Trinity, my father Boromir of Gondor; I was raised by Faramir and Eowyn, and spent most of my bitchy, goth childhood preparing for my bitchy, goth teens (during which I would, obviously, fall for Legolas). However, just before I could start warping poor Legolas to suit my means, the PPC showed up and -- surprise of surprises -- recruited me, rather than killing me. Turns out I was created by a renegade PPC agent who, during a recent uprising of mad agents at the PPC, had decided she wanted to bring down the organization by flooding it with badfic. Naturally, it didn't work; but my story was left over, and the agents still needed to get me out of the fandom. Apparently, being created by a PPC agent meant I still had traces of canon; enough, apparently, so as to be salvageable. I was brought back to headquarters and...

...FicPsych...

...GYAH!!!!!

Speaking of not speaking of such evil...let's not.

Anyway. Now Tiranel and I share a response centre, somewhere in the basement near the Dept. of Sufficiently Advanced Technology. And there was much rejoicing.

Yey.

Side effects left over from Suvianism include; incredible beauty and grace (they say I look like Catherine Zeta-Jones), glitter wherever I go (it's bloody ANNOYING, too), and the ability to jump fandoms (meaning I don't need a portal generator, which is nice). Also, for some reason which I can't comprehend, I can now speak Star Wars Basic. Wonder if it has anything to do with that trip I took to Tatooine....

Computer, end log.

For now...

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