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PERSONALITYA child is the product of their environment- and Veronica has never once not been under pressure to be anything less than perfect. From a neglectful home where the only attention she would get was when she'd excelled at something, to a friend group that would reward her for being a tool rather than a partner in any way, Veronica learned quickly how to use her skills and emotions to control and lord over her surroundings.

Somewhere in the grey area between considerate, empathetic, and kind; and selfish,
cold, composed, and uncaring; Veronica is in a very transitional period of her own
existence. Even before the chaos of JD’s Master Plans, Ronnie wasn’t exactly sure who or
what she was going to turn into. Feeling guilt for her cruel pranks with the Heathers, and
yet continuing to enact them in order to maintain her social status; Veronica isn’t quite
ready to let go of the parachute of selfishness that protects her, even though her
own conscience is starting to push her away from her comfort zone of casual cruelty.

Veronica is gifted; with a genius level IQ, her parents considered moving
her up into high school directly from grade 6 in order to keep
her challenged, but they eventually decided not to. They'd blamed it on
the fact that she would have trouble socializing with her peers, but the
real reason was somewhere closer to the concept of them not wanting
to have to give the extra support she would need to adjust. It was easier
for everyone involved to keep her where she was, but that only fostered
a deep boredom in her that would fester as she grew up.

All in all, Veronica isn’t somebody who wants to do good-
she wants to want to do good, and she’s not quite there yet.
The traumatic experience of all of those dead students was
enough to knock her out of her villain lifestyle; although if
she’ll be able to cope with the guilt on her own is still up
for debate.

HISTORYThe Sawyers did not have their child out of love, or desire; it was quite literally the last item on the checklist towards having a picture-perfect life. They had the house, the jobs, but no child- A sacrifice that Barbara would make, to her perfect body, in order to have what society said she should.Veronica did not deserve to be treated like a toy, but that's essentially what she was. Dressed up in pretty clothes her mom picked out, paraded around to get-togethers to show off how beautiful, how intelligent, how dignified the Sawyer daughter was; Barbara wouldn't pay much attention to her outside of her outside of these pageantry-adjacent events, and as Veronica grew older, she began to rebel in order to gain their attention in any way. It never paid off, though, and Ronnie became increasingly jaded towards her family and her own sense of self.This is why her friendship with Betty Finn deteriorated, in the end. Her family’s insistence on being the best and taking it to the top made Veronica value her skills above her own personhood, and when Betty simply liked being around Ronnie as a person, she ditched her for faker friends that gave her the validation she craved and the power she was taught she needed.Veronica was friends with the Heathers for around two years- the first year was fantastic, exactly the kind of teenage dream she’d always been expecting. However, as they old got older, the power struggles began to force cracks between them, and Veronica herself began to outgrow all of the ridiculous petty games they would play.It wasn’t until Jason Dean came to town that she would find her escape from the top tier of Westerburg’s social circles.Heather Chandler first, then Kurt and Ram; Veronica’s only guilt came from the fact that she really didn’t feel any guilt. Not at first, at least, when she was in the haze of JD’s manipulations, and then not afterwards when she’d twisted the events in her head in the hopes of being able to cope with what she’d been a part of. Suicides were easy to fake because nobody in Sherwood cared enough to look deeper into anything- She and JD gave them an easy answer, and they took the pill without a second thought. She thought it would be harder than it was to get away with it all; but maybe she’d over estimated her fellow man.Now that you’re dead, what are you going to do with your life? After everything; the killings, the threats, the breakup, faking her own suicide to escape becoming his next target, marching down to the boiler room to stop him from setting the whole school off, watching him extend his arms outwards as he allowed his father’s bombs to take him like they’d taken his mother… He’d left her with such an enigmatic last statement, a question she didn’t know how to answer. I’m not dead! I’m still here, asshole, you couldn’t take me with you no matter how hard you tried!But that wasn’t the point, was it? As the days turned to weeks, and months, and somehow everything went back to a strange, dreamlike kind of normal, she began to understand. She WAS dead, in a way- inside, afraid of what she was capable of, unwilling to move to discover more, suspicious of everyone capable of taking away the last threads of a life she had left, and incapable of moving forwards thanks to the horrible things she’d done with someone that had died to leave her alone with the guilt. That’s a death, isn’t it? What kind of life can she lead now?She doesn’t know. She’s not sure she’ll ever really know. But by god if she’s going to waste the opportunity she’d fought so hard to get back.