Name: Tara McScara
User: Yoink
Occupation: Twenty-something neighbourhood gossip/yoga fiend
Special Skill: Catty insults and/or Yogic Agility (I can't decide halp)
Abilities: None
Inventory: An incredibly tacky designer handbag of recent manufacture, with numerous pockets all filled with whatever useless junk a woman in her late twenties desperately clinging to her youth might see fit to put in it. Including a lead pipe, apparently a keepsake from a certain mall she visited once in the past...
Status: N/A
Injuries: None
Deaths: 0
Kills: 0
Achievements: 0
Reason for coming/returning to the mall: Terrified at the thought of getting old and fat as she nears 30 years of age, Tara has moved from one phase of bitchiness to another, trading short skirts, underage drinking and fast food for yoga pants, pilates and a low-fat, anti-aging diet involving a whole bunch of plants and seeds she's only just learned to pronounce.
Years of expensive therapy (paid for by Nacho, of course) having bleached most of her horrific mall-related memories from her mind, Tara decides to drag her luchador boyfriend (who she likes to show off wherever possible when he's not busy wrestling, he is quite a catch after all) back to the mall, to attend a book signing of 'Dieting To Not Die Yet', the latest book from a her current favourite nutritionist/author.
The guy who ran the evil things in the mall is dead and gone, right? Surely a book signing can't be too dangerous? She just has to have a signed coffee to show off at her next yoga meetings, after all. Maybe Tara just doesn't remember quite how terrible her last trip to The Mall was...