I'd best steer clear of this particular protagonist and story idea. With my leanings towards dark comedy and pitch black satire, she'd be second in command for the Al Aqsa Brigade by the time I was done with her...

You guys ever hear of The Jerusalem Syndrome? That's when perfectly "normal" Westerners like you n' me go to the Holy Land only to become so overwhelmed with an internal spiritual volcanic eruption that they feel compelled to don a cloak and wander the desert for years, only to have their loved ones scratch their heads and wonder "what the &%!@ happened to Mom?!"

That's probably what I'd do to little miss perfect here.

Of course, I, uh, wish her nothing but the best in her quest for perfection...

grrrrrr...

The P is the perky, publicly perfect (p3?) twin. The A is the evil twin who tries to sabotage everything the P does, until the press confuses the two.

Hilarity ensues.