I, Bronwyn Moyra Elizabeth Sinclair, do hear by ask to join the Protectors of the Plot Continuum. I swear to uphold canon, and to not kill a Mary-Sue until I have gathered a sufficient list of crimes against the Canon and charged the individual.

I swear that should I lose my insanity I shall NOT find the nearest flame-thrower/chainsaw/other sharp implement to wreck havoc upon the Sunflower Official nor his associates. I shall do my best not to sink to the Mary-Sues level and glomp my lust object. Even if I have a neuralizer. In fact, especially not if I have a neuralizer.

I shall uphold Canon to the best of my ability with my two agents:

Agent Eileen

Species: Human
Height: 5’8”
Hair: Red, Frizzy, shoulder length when wet, but dry length depends on humidity.
Eyes: Gray
Age: 16
Department: Mary-Sue
Previous Partner: None
Partner: Agent Dillon
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar, Daggers
Music of Choice: The Who, Janis Joplin, Franz Ferdinand,
Books of Choice: L.o.t.R. trilogy, Simarillion, Terry Pratchett
Pet peeves: Mary-sues, idiot writers, plot holes you can drive a truck through, Dexy’s midnight runners jokes,
Phobias: landing, cows, things-that-always-brush-past-your-leg-while-wading-through-water,
Lust Object: Adric (Doctor Who)
Mini: Dalek: Marsha, Myssa,
RC: 823MS

and

Agent Dillon

Species: Human. We think.
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Brown, short, straight
Eyes: Light Blue, but always wears sunglasses. Even in the dark.
Age: Unknown presumed mid-twenties
Department: Mary-Sue
Partner: Agent Eileen,
Previous Partner: None,
Weapon of Choice: Long bow, Throwing daggers,
Music of Choice: Scissor sisters, They Might Be Giants, Bare Naked Ladies,
Books of Choice: L.o.t.R. Trilogy, original Labyrinth, Neil Gaiman books,
Pet peeves: Plot holes, Time travel fan-fiction, Mary-sues, Twilight,
Phobias: Unknown
Lust Object: Unknown
Mini: Kraken: Norflington
RC: 823MS

And to prove my worth a sample of my writing:

'Riley Cooper:

“1700 hours, Special Agent Riley Cooper reporting. Recovery mission deep into Boss Mama’s compound Tango Kilo, land heavily guarded and Boss Mama seems to be in position just feet from the target. Will update as events progress. Cooper out.”
Slowly Agent Cooper reattached his radio to his belt and took a deep breath, preparing his mind for the mission ahead. Giving himself a quick shake, he peered out from the shrubbery he’d taken cover under. Before him he saw the long trek he had until his destination, and a series of dangerous obstacles between him and his prize.
Just as he made to crawl out from under cover one of Boss’ guards walked out of hiding not far in front of him. The shadowy character was tall and thin with a large gun held ready in gloved hands. Quickly and silently Cooper slid back out of sight, fearing he had been spotted. The guard glanced shortly at the stand of trees next to him with suspicious eyebrows cocked, then continued patrolling the area’s perimeter. As soon as the guard was out of sight, Cooper darted out from his hiding space, keeping low to the ground.
He journeyed more than half the distance without any further occurrence, but as he made to crawl around the trees that would direct him toward his goal a guard dog prowled in his direction. Holding his breath, the special agent pressed himself down into the mud, hiding any exposed skin and trying desperately to hold completely still. The dog approached him, sniffing the air eagerly as it searched for the intruder. Moving slowly and deliberately so as not to attract attention, Cooper lifted a small stone and tossed it toward the hedge where he’d just been. The guard animal immediately turned and raced after the rock, no longer interested in the direction in which the agent lay.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Agent Cooper began creeping forward again. He crawled past a position where a large bald guard stood in his outpost, transmitting a report over his radio in a strange language. His heart beat rose as he realized how close he was to succeeding in his mission. Tango Kilo, was directly ahead and Riley could see his target sitting on the windowsill of the hut. He took several deep breaths as he crept towards the open window, steadying his nerves. If he got too anxious he would never make it away with his life.
The agent crouched beneath the window, waiting and watching for a moment when Boss Mama would be looking in the opposite direction. There she went - something caught her attention on the table in the next room to her. Cooper leapt to his feet, and made a dive towards the target.
“Riley, get your hand out of that cookie jar,” Mrs. Cooper said without even turning to look at him. Riley’s hand retreated hastily. “How many times do I have to tell you? No cookies before dinner. Now go and wash up. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.”
Cooper grumbled and turned away, retracing the way he had come. The frustration of defeat hung heavily over him as he passed his father chatting away on his cell phone. His father glanced up long enough to grin and roll his eyes before going back to his conversation again.
“Got busted again, special agent?” his older sister jibbed with a snide grin. He shot a short glance at her as she carried the hairdryer past him towards her bedroom “You’re never going to get away with that trick, runt. Mom sees all.”
Riley continued past her and to the bathroom sink. As he washed his hands beneath the rushing water a slow smile spread over his face. He hurried into his room and drew the small tape recorder from his belt.
“1800 hours. Special Agent Riley Cooper reporting in. Operation was a failure. Position was compromised. Will attempt the mission again tomorrow. Cooper out.”'

I hope you will take look over my application and deem it worthy of the PPC, if you should not I will do my best to improve and apply again at a later date.

Sincerely,

Bronwyn.