"Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions."
Personality: Viola is a very sweet and shy girl, who, if never revealed her age, would continue to be thought as a young child in the eyes of the people around her. Due to her doll-like appearance, and kind and gentle attitude, she is picked up traits like being nurturing and is almost like a mother when it comes to the young. Because of this, she is seen to cheer up people quite easily, and is seen as having a āpositive auraā around her. However, this means that even the most evilest or meanest person can, or may take advantage of her, and she will never know, perhaps because she is to gullible or naĆÆve. Also due to her thoughts about everyone having some good in their hearts.
Weapons: A tiny ring around her pinky finger which when thrown into the air and said the correct words, turns into a staff, too long for her body, but with a sort of family encrusted gem.
Abilities: Viola when it comes to magic, is highly skilled and is seen as very knowledgeable for her age. Even though she is still young, due to her careful practice and concentration to keep her abilities strong and keep learning, this has resulted in a strong rage of different forms of magic. However, she is usually fairly weak when it comes to attacking and is more suited for a defensive role that can either be positive, or negative depending on her opponent. However, because of this, fighting with weapons were never her strong point and the only weapon she does use her staff. She has a tendency to become to focus on tiny little insignificant things that can sometimes distract her.
History/Bio: Grown up in a warm family helped shape Viola to become the woman she is now. But you would of never judged that she had something horrible done to her. Her parents being brutally killed along with some other people she knew growing up caused a rapid change of her having to stop her childhood and quickly learn to defend herself. Even though she has experienced this, she never does stop smiling and seems to always be happy, but if this is true, itās never quite certain.
*Sample Writing*
Viola quietly hummed to herself as she walked along her usual route through the run down forest. Though the trees were full of bright vivid leaves, she knew that once there had been a terrible accident that resulted in the beautiful surroundings to be abandoned, or at least not used to its full potential.
As if the atmosphere agreed with her, the much needed breeze stopped to a halt and she could almost hear the sigh of the leaves as she strolled. Normally she would be finished with her early morning duties, as an early bird, she is used to waking up before sunrise, taking her time to get dressed and then watching the skies turn brighter with a nice glass of tea. Then, taking her tiny basket, she would go to the nearest village with was pretty far from where she lived and buy everything she needed for the week.
But today she felt lazy. Just wanting to curl up in her cozy bed and just sketch, or read. Something quiet and calming. Though that wasnāt going to happen, not when she found a great big book full of sweet things to bake!
The wind suddenly picked up, harshly slapping her hair from different directions. Her gaze fell upon a tiny basket lying on a pile of odd colored leaves. Frowning, she picked up the pace and headed towards the strange object. No, it was only strange because she knew she was probably the only person, who still regularly used this route. So why was this here? Sure, a basket isnāt very eccentric except it did look very out of the ordinary.
Viola fell onto her knees and leaned in to see inside the basket, dropping her small bag that was hanging loosely on her shoulder. Why, itās filled with purple flowers she thought. Intense, dazzling purple flowers. Purple Bellflowers, howā¦bizarre.
Quietly, she scooped up the bunch and felt herself grow warm, they were fresh. They seemed to be only left here a few hours ago from what she could tellā¦but why?
Mother, whatās your favorite flower?
Well, Iām not sureā¦whatās yours?
Purple Bellflowers!