Post by Vivian on Apr 11, 2009 20:28:13 GMT -5
Name
Vivian Cecile Ware
Race
Lycan
Profession
Trinket shop owner
Age
23
Likes
Simply hanging out in bars, working out with weapons, running and trinkets, dancing and gymnastics, swimming.
Dislikes
Bullies, being talked down to, whores, pirates, vampires
Weapons/fighting knowledge
Katana, is learning better how to use it every day though is still young and has only been at it for 10 years, she is good with it but knows she still has a long way to go to be perfect in its use. Has always been a strong fighter, though no martial arts training, she uses her instincts and newfound strengths in a fight. She is very agile this due to her tumbling and dancer training from an early age.
Magic
None
Appearance
Vivian stands 5’6” tall has short blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She is not what one would call pale but is fair-skinned. She is athletic in build and has long legs. She is likely to wear whatever she feels for the day but is more often than not seen in simple jeans and tanks, or another pair of lighter pants that might allow for better movement if she’d been practicing with her sword or dancing. She is partial to wearing earth colors.
Attitude
Vivian is neither good nor evil. She is as she is, living her life the way she wishes and though Lycan she might be, it is only when the full moon comes out that she is of any danger to humans as she honestly has no control over herself then. She has not been Lycan for too long, but so far as yet, she has had no slips in her usual mannerisms and has been most successful in staying with the general human population. So far.
History
Vivian Cecile Ware, only child of Michael Jonathan Ware and Cecile Dawn Ware. Born in the city of Celesta on April 19th. Michael worked as a mail carrier for the Main city of Celesta for 20 years before mysteriously disappearing when Vivian and he were out hunting on Vivian’s 19th birthday. Cecile Ware died during childbirth.
Vivian, never of course knew her mother, but had learned a great deal from her father who had talked about Cecile all the time, his love for Vivian’s mother was great and extended greatly beyond her death. So, Vivian though never meeting her mother, felt as though she did know her after all, the memories her father gave her of her mother were of the fondest times ever and she was told, as she grew older that she looked just like her mother. She and her father were very close and when she was very little her father let her enjoy whatever it was she wished, hence the reason for her dance lessons as well her tumbling. Little girl things, yes, but then there was always time for dad and his lessons on how to hold a sword and how to defend herself, these things, her father always insisted upon, telling the young child at the time, that the world was not a good place all the time so she would have to know how to defend herself. Besides, and Vivian thought, it gave him an excuse to stay in her world.
On her 19th Birthday Vivian and her father went out in the early morning to go hunting, something else he had begun training her on, his excuse was for survival, but Vivian knew it was just one more thing he wished her to join him in to remain in her world.
They had been deep in the forest when they found themselves being the hunted instead of the hunters. Their mounts were first to go, both slaughtered by the beats that pursued them. Next, as her father fended off a few of the beasts, Vivian was thrown into a thicket of heavy brush where she was hidden only to watch her father going down under the masses of Lycan forms that tore him to shreds. Vivian tried to help him, she shot at the beasts with her bow, but it had little to no effect on them, though for some reason she knew it wouldn’t.
She tried to flee then, when she realized the cause was lost but was hunted down by one of the creatures and though it seemed the others had ceased chasing her, this one persisted until it caught her in its gruesome grasp, tearing the flesh at her shoulder and then turning to leave her on the ground in the forest.
Vivian didn’t remember much after that, she remembered falling, she remembered the pain she had felt and she remembered waking up in a strange bed the next day, the entire incident wiped from her mind, perhaps out of terror.
The person that had rescued her was a young woman, or seemed to be at least, who later would be revealed as Lycan, and the one who had turned her to save her life. Her fathers’ demise was never revealed to her and still, she has no clue that the Lycans were responsible, she was given a story of vampires’ last moments of darkness used in the short attack and to this day, that is what she believes, though there are times when she has dreams of the opposite.
A year later, she opened up what is now a thriving trinket shop and that is where she works and she sold their old family home, far too many memories held within it for her to have stayed, and now lives in a small home in Celesta.
Approved by ~J~
Vivian Cecile Ware
Race
Lycan
Profession
Trinket shop owner
Age
23
Likes
Simply hanging out in bars, working out with weapons, running and trinkets, dancing and gymnastics, swimming.
Dislikes
Bullies, being talked down to, whores, pirates, vampires
Weapons/fighting knowledge
Katana, is learning better how to use it every day though is still young and has only been at it for 10 years, she is good with it but knows she still has a long way to go to be perfect in its use. Has always been a strong fighter, though no martial arts training, she uses her instincts and newfound strengths in a fight. She is very agile this due to her tumbling and dancer training from an early age.
Magic
None
Appearance
Vivian stands 5’6” tall has short blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She is not what one would call pale but is fair-skinned. She is athletic in build and has long legs. She is likely to wear whatever she feels for the day but is more often than not seen in simple jeans and tanks, or another pair of lighter pants that might allow for better movement if she’d been practicing with her sword or dancing. She is partial to wearing earth colors.
Attitude
Vivian is neither good nor evil. She is as she is, living her life the way she wishes and though Lycan she might be, it is only when the full moon comes out that she is of any danger to humans as she honestly has no control over herself then. She has not been Lycan for too long, but so far as yet, she has had no slips in her usual mannerisms and has been most successful in staying with the general human population. So far.
History
Vivian Cecile Ware, only child of Michael Jonathan Ware and Cecile Dawn Ware. Born in the city of Celesta on April 19th. Michael worked as a mail carrier for the Main city of Celesta for 20 years before mysteriously disappearing when Vivian and he were out hunting on Vivian’s 19th birthday. Cecile Ware died during childbirth.
Vivian, never of course knew her mother, but had learned a great deal from her father who had talked about Cecile all the time, his love for Vivian’s mother was great and extended greatly beyond her death. So, Vivian though never meeting her mother, felt as though she did know her after all, the memories her father gave her of her mother were of the fondest times ever and she was told, as she grew older that she looked just like her mother. She and her father were very close and when she was very little her father let her enjoy whatever it was she wished, hence the reason for her dance lessons as well her tumbling. Little girl things, yes, but then there was always time for dad and his lessons on how to hold a sword and how to defend herself, these things, her father always insisted upon, telling the young child at the time, that the world was not a good place all the time so she would have to know how to defend herself. Besides, and Vivian thought, it gave him an excuse to stay in her world.
On her 19th Birthday Vivian and her father went out in the early morning to go hunting, something else he had begun training her on, his excuse was for survival, but Vivian knew it was just one more thing he wished her to join him in to remain in her world.
They had been deep in the forest when they found themselves being the hunted instead of the hunters. Their mounts were first to go, both slaughtered by the beats that pursued them. Next, as her father fended off a few of the beasts, Vivian was thrown into a thicket of heavy brush where she was hidden only to watch her father going down under the masses of Lycan forms that tore him to shreds. Vivian tried to help him, she shot at the beasts with her bow, but it had little to no effect on them, though for some reason she knew it wouldn’t.
She tried to flee then, when she realized the cause was lost but was hunted down by one of the creatures and though it seemed the others had ceased chasing her, this one persisted until it caught her in its gruesome grasp, tearing the flesh at her shoulder and then turning to leave her on the ground in the forest.
Vivian didn’t remember much after that, she remembered falling, she remembered the pain she had felt and she remembered waking up in a strange bed the next day, the entire incident wiped from her mind, perhaps out of terror.
The person that had rescued her was a young woman, or seemed to be at least, who later would be revealed as Lycan, and the one who had turned her to save her life. Her fathers’ demise was never revealed to her and still, she has no clue that the Lycans were responsible, she was given a story of vampires’ last moments of darkness used in the short attack and to this day, that is what she believes, though there are times when she has dreams of the opposite.
A year later, she opened up what is now a thriving trinket shop and that is where she works and she sold their old family home, far too many memories held within it for her to have stayed, and now lives in a small home in Celesta.
Approved by ~J~
