Name: Vivi Comreaux

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: French

Occupation: Bartender

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 135

Blood Type: O negative

Personality: Vivi has what you would call a forceful personality. The redhead is quick to laugh and just as quick to anger, unafraid to speak her mind or tell it like it is. This comes in handy at the frequently crowded bar she regularly tends but doesn't always go over so well in the day to day world. Vivi loves to be the life of the party and tends not to come home til the wee hours of the morning usually with a friend or two in tow.

Zeal: Zeal of Strength

Equipment: Her phone, a bicycle and a metro pass.


Weaknesses: Vivi's weakness is most definitely pride. She hates being wrong and even worse admitting it. It's like pulling teeth to get the stubborn 22 year old to apologize even when she knows she should.

History: Vivienne Comreaux was born the youngest of three children to a middle class family in the suburbs. As the only girl Vivi was doted on, dressed up and her red hair curled to perfection. Yet the little girl hated being fussed over and much preferred to tag along after her older brothers, joining in on their ballgames when there was a free spot and even a girl would do in a pinch.
The bright, athletic girl was always tall and sturdily built for her age finally coming to a halt at 5'10. Though most teenage girls would seem awkward or gawky Vivi always seem at home in her own skin. Perhaps due to her great love of and participation in sports.
The track and field star even won a full scholarship and was well on her way to university. The end of her senior year Vivi suffered a torn ligaments and tendons in her left knee which required surgery and months of physical therapy. It was while Vivi was under anasthesia she dreamt of becoming invincible. She could feel imense strength coursing through her veins as if anything and everything was possible. The feeling was indescribable and when Vivi awoke she knew it wasn't a normal dream. Rather she could feel it. Yet this dream of supposed herculean strength didn't change the fact that she would never play sports again, not competitively.
With dreams of college dashed Vivi's life seemed aimless and unimportant. All she knew was being out in the field in some way or another. How could life go on if she wasn't out there helping her team win. How would she ever swing college now? Her parents weren't poor by any means but Vivi was the third kid and times were rough.
After Vivi recovered she took on random jobs. Cashier in a department store, checkout girl at the pretzel stand, even santa's helper one christmas. By the time Vivi was 21 she was bartending at a fairly busy bar. With her long red hair and even longer legs she never wanted for tips. Vivi also got the chance to take out some of the anger she felt on the customers that she felt deserved it.
For now Vivi spends her day wandering around the city and her nights pouring drinks occasionally taking the time for companionship. Life on one's own does tend to get lonely. Though she truly never wants for company Vivi feels like she's missing out on something. Not that her friends aren't great but somewhere out there she can feel there's more than just this to life.