Coreen Gerson

Coreen Gerson, Dean of School of Communication and Journalism at WDU. Former owner of London fashion magazine 'Spot.'

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I've never been a sunny personality. I've never been outgoing. I'm a solitary person.

Jessica Lange

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You’re one picky lady, you know that?

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I prefer to use the word finicky, but yes, I am aware.

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There’s always a thing called walking around. [He chuckled, one corner of his lips pulling up in a snide smirk.]

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This is true, but I only like walking through the middle of the hallway.

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He stood his ground, folding his arms across his chest. Walking towards her, he got in her face. “Yes. You do. I’m not getting out of your way until you get me another map.”

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"Well, I don't know how you expect me to get you a new map when your blocking the way."

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"Hey— what the hell, lady!?" Xigbar sneered at her and balled up his fists so as not to shove her. "You owe me another sodding map," he said, poking her shoulder.

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Coreen swat his hand away. "I do not owe you anything," she said before pointing to the ground, "There's your stupid map. Now get out of my damn way."

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"Give me that," Coreen said as she snatched the paper out of their hand. She quickly ripped the paper to shreds and threw it up in the air, making the scraps scatter around them in the hallway. "Now get out of my way."

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7 Disney Villains as voted by the 7 Mods of Disneydeviants! (animated female edition) #6: Cruella De Vil

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"A Dalmatian with no spots? And why on earth would you care?" 

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"I'm not sure. It was just weird to see is all."

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I live for fur. I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?

Cruella de Vil 

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Hometown

London, England - Pop. 8,000,000+

Coreen was born and raised in London, England. It was far too busy and noisy for her taste, but it gave her a lot of opportunities. That's why she stayed for as long as she did. She didn't really mind leaving once her magazine went under. London was no longer home to her, and it only reminded her of her failure.

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Character Tropes

Character Tropes: (in alphabetical order)

Big Bad

Chew Toy

Corrupt Corporate Executive

Cruella to Animals

Drives Like Crazy

Fur and Loathing

Good Smoking, Evil Smoking

Laughably Evil

Lean and Mean

Mood-Swinger

Multicolored Hair

Older than They Look

Rich Bitch

Villain Decay

Villainous Cheekbones

The Villain Sucks Song

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Personal Style

Coreen only wears what is considered "in." More often than not, she is seen wearing a dress and a pair of heels. Both are normally black or red in color. She usually accessorizes with a fur coat and a cigarette. 

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Family Memory

Coreen's favorite family memory was when she was 4. Her mom took her to her first fashion show. The weather that day was horrible, dark, and rainy. When her mom told her they were to go somewhere, Coreen threw a fit. She didn't want to step a foot outside. Her mother told her they were to going to walk over to the studio to watch a fashion show. Coreen was so excited, she all but ran out the door.

Seeing all the beautiful models wearing such wonderful clothes brought a sparkle to Coreen's eyes. She refused to leave once the show was over. One of the models, the one who had wore the small fur coat, came up to her. She knelt down to her level and spoke to her.

"I think your mother wants you to go with her," the woman said. Coreen crossed her arms and pouted.

"I do not want to leave." The woman gave a small smile and pulled the coat off. She handed the furry white cloth over to the Coreen and the girl grinned. She took the coat from the woman's hand and put it on. She hugged the coat closer to her body.

"Let's go, Coreen," her mother said. Coreen turned and took her mother's hand and began to walk out the door. That's when Coreen's love for fur coats came to exist.

Luckily, it had stopped raining.

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Family Tree

Jessica, Coreen, and Howard Gerson - 1964

The Gersons were a wealthy family. Jessica was a fashion designer before meeting Howard, who was a successful business man in Europe. A few years before Coreen was born, Howard went to New York to see the opening show of "Face of a Hero." That's when he first met Jessica as she was the costume designer of he play. They fell in love, married, and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Coreen.

When Howard was away on business, Jessica often took Coreen to fashion shows. She'd play dress up with her and buy her nice things. Jessica was a very attentive mother, and often spoiled her children. She loved her kids, and didn't at all mind having to quit designing to become a stay-at-home mom.

Howard also loved his children very much, but didn't show it very well. He didn't really interact with them except when they were all seated at the table for dinner. He was a hard worker who was very good at his job. He is still working at his old age.

Horace and Jasper Gerson - 1990

Jasper and Horace are Coreen's younger brothers. Horace is now 45 and Jasper is 43. They are both complete imbeciles and Coreen never liked them. She was often bossy towards them and made the two do as she pleased. Jasper and Horace both dropped out of high school and never did leave home. They still live with Jessica and Howard.

As soon as Coreen left home and became wealthy, she quit all contact with her family. Now that she had her own wealth, her parents were of no use to her. She no longer needed them to buy her things. She has no idea how they are doing, and nor does she care. 

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"Busted." Carly sarcastically smiled up at her. "How are you today Miss Gerson?"

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"Terrible, terrible. Today I saw the most horrible thing. A dalmatian with no spots. No spots. It was quite odd."

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"Oh, well, you… are not a very nice lady."

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"I've been told."