Julie Starr, Channel 23 News

"Back to you, Irene," Julie finished. The lights turned off, and the cameraman, Steve, turned back toward the van to put the equipment away. 'Another traffic accident,' she thought. 'I'll never get to the desk this way. At least it wasn't a damn raccoon story like yesterday.'

Her phone rang. Julie picked it up -- time for her next assignment. She strolled over to the van. "A gloryhole story? Are you fucking kidding me, Bob?" she asked angrily. "Can we even show that shit on air?" Steve was stowing the gear and listening in. He laughed to himself. Julie was ambitious and sometimes acted entitled.

Julie argued angrily with the voice on the other end for several minutes. Steve finished packing up the gear, then waited near the drivers' seat and ate a snack. He doubled as the driver. Eventually the discussion ended and Julie hung up the phone.

"God damn it!" she said to no one in particular. Steve just eyed her blankly. He knew better than to get on her bad side. The union would protect his job, but she'd still cuss at him and make his life difficult. "Steve, get your ass in gear. We have to get to The Cashmere for some interviews."

The Cashmere was the fanciest hotel in town. It was in a historic building downtown, but a pool, a spa, and a three star restaurant had been added to it -- and, more recently, a glory hole.

Julie knew she was a good reporter and that she could handle a quick trend piece in plenty of time for the late news. She climbed into the truck and slammed the door. Steve sighed, took the last bite of his snack, and climbed into the driver's seat. He put on his seatbelt, started the van, and headed toward The Cashmere.

"Bad assignment?" he asked calmly.

"The fucking worst!" she raged. "Fucking reporting on a goddam glory hole! Can you believe that? Bob must fucking hate me!"

"I don't think Bob hates you," he replied. "This is a new trend, maybe this will be your breakthrough assignment." Despite the fact that Julie could be a bitch sometimes, Steve liked her. She had spunk, and when she wasn't raging, she was a decent co-worker. Better than some of those assholes for sure.

Julie took a breath. "Thanks, Steve," she said. Then, "Steve, have you ever... never mind. I have to take some notes, get my interview plan in order." She pulled out her notebook, and they spent the rest of the drive in silence.

Julie Starr is a 27 year old brunette. She's pretty, in a TV newscaster way -- fine features, though also generic. Her hair is expertly coiffed on a regular basis, and her teeth are perfect, even and bright white. Julie dresses in TV newscaster clothes -- sometimes a fashionable but rather chaste dress, sometimes a button down shirt with a jacket and a skirt. Her feet aren't seen on TV so she wears comfortable shoes, usually sneakers.

Julie is ambitious. Ideally she would be on national TV, but her immediate goal is just to be behind the desk in the studio. She can be friendly and outgoing -- a real asset in her job -- but she can also be combative and bitchy. She has some anger issues.

Julie isn't seeing anyone, though she is propositioned quite frequently due to her high-profile job. She's seen on TV every night, which makes her something of a public figure in this town.

Julie's attitude toward sex is best described as indifferent. She participates when dating, but doesn't really seek it out, as it doesn't hold much pleasure for her. Even in relationships she just tolerates it.