Agent Name: Whin<br>Full Name: Whinifred Crane-Petty<br>Age: 17<br>Height: 5'2<br>Species: Human<br>Home Continuum: Nolanverse<br>Bio: Whin is an mpreg baby, the unholy lovechild of a severely OOC Jonathan Crane (AKA Scarecrow) and the Joker, destined to grow into a Purity Sue. Before that could happen, however, her home fic was intercepted by agents Maria, Mark, and Cadmar, and her fetus extracted before she could do any further damage to Crane, her “mother.”<br><br>Shortly after her arrival at HQ, Whin was adopted by the soon-to-be-retired agent Theodore Petty, despite the fact that she was not fully developed. Petty, using his tardis’ technology, artificially “grew” Whin until she was a fully developed infant, and while this would have some repercussions later on (see below), Whin grew up happy and (relitively) healthy, journeying with her father from continuum to continuum, and hearing stories of the brave agents who kept such wondrous worlds in check.<br><br>While she began training at a young age with her father, Whin officially started agent training when she was fourteen, showing an affinity for knives, psychology and neurotoxins-- partially inherited from, partially out of respect for her canon “fathers.” She graduated three years later, and transferred to the department of Mary Sues, though thanks to a time paradox her first mission actually took place several months before she was born.<br><br>Even before joining the PPC, Whin had her share of mental problems. Easily bored and easily distracted, Whin seems to enjoy screwing with people just a little too much. She doesn’t seem to have a very firm grasp on how relationships work, finding “coitus ensues” to be a perfectly acceptable development, and has no idea how to approach a member of the opposite sex in any sort of romantic fashion. She has also developed a Silent Hill 4-esque attachment to her father’s tardis, thinking of it as her mother and occasionally referring to it as such. And that’s not even getting into the knife thing...<br><br>Still, in spite of her share of psychological issues, Whin is a very loyal and dedicated agent, and can boast one advantage: She genuinely loves her job. Hunting sues provides her with a (somewhat) healthy outlet for her violent urges, and for all the facepalming and mind screws being a PPC agent entails, Whin remains dedicated to defending the continua she knows and loves, and plans to keep defending them for a long, long time.<br><br><br>First Mission: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5842365/1/The_Jedi_and_The_Hobbit">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5842365/1/The_Jedi_and_The_Hobbit</a> (Collab with Caddy-shack)<br><br><br>Writing Sample:<br>(Warning: Profanity ahead!)<br><br>It had been six months since Meghan had almost died in that car accident, five since she’d stopped cutting, and three since she’d stopped smoking. She was currently trying her hardest to focus on her friend, who was still cutting, still smoking, and thanks to the car accident, no longer had the use of her legs, and trying her damndest to ignore the elephant in the room.<br><br>No, literally.<br><br>               Ever since that night on the interstate, Meghan had been seeing weird things. White blurs in the corner of her eye, weirdly pale people no one else seemed to acknowledge, and the occasional dream about people dying in horrible ways and finding their names in the obituaries within the week. And yet nothing, nothing she had seen could top this.<br><br>               Across the table from Meghan, standing beside Alison in her wheelchair, was an ethereal, incandescent, multicolored elephant.<br>               “So, yeah, it’s going as well as can be expected, I guess.” Alison sighed, gazing into her coffee. “Physical therapist says I’m making progress, though I think he’s just trying to make me feel better, and it’s a pain in the ass getting in and out of the car, but… Meg?”<br>               “Huh?” Meg jumped, snapping her focus back to the petite blond across from her. She’d been staring at the elephant again without realizing it. The hypnotizing swirls of colors within the ghostly pachyderm were easily the trippiest thing Meghan had ever seen, and she used to do pot.<br>               “Er, sorry.” Meghan mumbled, feeling guilty. “I’m the opposite of focused right now.”<br>               “I hear ya.” Alison sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. “Shit, that’s hot. So how’s stuff with you?”<br>               “Er, pretty good. Got a chunk of metal implanted in my spine. Scared to go through airport security.”<br>/I’ve also been seeing ghosts and having nightmares about people dying before they actually do. Did you know that there’s a magical, psychedelic elephant standing beside you? Did you see last night’s episode of Glee?/ Meghan sighed, shaking her head at her inner monologue.