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Viv Sorin

Cynical, and Sarcastic Wanderer

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FaeFire

Description

Vix stands at an 5'9" height, and has black hair dyed with a touch of red on the ends, a stunning contrast to her milky white skin. Her storm cloud gray eyes always seem to be looking at her surroundings, analyzing and judging them. Her tattoos and her piercings are another object of interest, with one tattoo of 3 stars under her right eye and more stars on her left shoulder. On her lower back she has the motto "Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero" Tattooed around a spearhead, around her ankle along with her birthday in Roman Numerals she has "acta non verba". Around her left wrist she has "ad mortem" and one her right wrist she has "ad victoriam". Up her right leg the quote "aut ense" and next to it "aut bellum". The words "bellum omnium contra omnes" is entangled with barbed wire across her left arm and "cadavera vero innumera" On very small print on her stomach. On her Right arm running down the bicep she has "canes pugnaces" written around a broken and chipped dog tooth, in memory of her days as a gladiator. As for piercings she has multiple on both ears, all made of a different material but mostly silver and bone. To be exact she has 10 on her right ear and 7 on her left. Along with that she has one piercing through her tongue, one through her right eyebrow and one in her left nostril. To complement the full look she wears on on her belly button and through the top of her lip on the right side. Her build hints at grace, agility and speed, her 3 most deadly weapons.

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Full Name:Vixavia Sorin

Personality

Vix doesn't seem to care for anyone else but herself and most of the time doesn't. She is often cynical, sarcastic and for lack of better terms (Sorry if this offends anyone) A bitch. She was raised to learn to fight for herself, and the Survival of the Fittest law, is the only law she abides by. She seems to take pleasure in killing, but isn't addicted to it. Her life motto "stercus accidit" or in more direct translation "Shit Happens" is a reflection of her personality. Behind her cold and cruel mask, she has buried deep inside, beyond any sane person's limit to reach it, is sympathy and kindness.

Equipment

Vix doesn't wear much armor and carries around a dagger with the inscription "Aut Pax" as a final taunt. Her dagger is made of Mithril, one of the rarest irons known to man, and made for her to commemorate her freedom from the Underbrawl. Her second dagger(Curved one) was obtained from gambling with another Underbrawl victor, also made of Mithiril she has the words, "Aut Bellum" inscribed on it, making it a twin to her already owned dagger. She is also a fan of flash bombs and smoke bombs, using both effectively and underhandedly.
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Wearing her short silk top and a pair of tight trousers, made of black linen, that end just above her knees while a pair of simple slightly scuffed leather boots end right under her knees. When traveling in the desert, she wears a very thin red cloak with a hood to conceal her features. She is always wearing 10 rings, one on each finger, made of many materials but mostly silver and bone. The most notable ring has the words "bibo ergo sum", burned into the bone, she won it off a game of chance against a drunkard. Along with her rings she wears a short silver necklace with a pendant, a vial of blood. She never speaks of the source of the blood. Her wrist bands are always worn, they are made of dwarfiron and is her only source of protection.

History

Vix used to be like any other child in the small coast town of the Shore, after a Pirate attack onto her village her parents were both killed and she was sold as a slave at 14 to become a gladiator. Using her opponents over-confidence and pity to her advantage she quickly killed them all and rose to the top. During those years she hardened herself mentally and physically, learning to win on any means and honing her "Fight or Flight" instincts to a edge almost as sharp as her dagger. She closed herself of from emotions she thought showed weakness like sympathy, sadness and fear. Vix learned how to bleed her opponents for the crowds entertainment, and that is a thing that haunts during fights, she can still her the roars of glee and horrible joy from the crowd. After defeating the Champion of the arena and granted her freedom from slavery, she never found a home, and instead became a wanderer of Grimm, trying to find something to excite her. Throughout those years she has obtained much knowledge of the world, and made a name for herself as a person not to be crossed.

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Viv Sorin's Story

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Viv Sorin looked up from her drink, a bit hazy minded. Damn it had been too long since anything had gotten her this sloshed. One thing caught her attention, it was the tall, sexy woman. 'Yep, I'm definitaly drunk, very very drunk.' The woman thought to herself as she stood up, knocking over and shattering the glass that was on the table a few seconds ago. The red-tipped one shrugged, "The booze here sucks, and some dumbass waiter can get that." She stepped on the largest piece, crushing it up more, before stumbling her way to the seat next to Odgerel, 'What should I taunt her for first? The Corny Tattoos or the S&M wannabe vibe?' was her thought before she sat down and stared with her cold, grey eyes, and speaking in her alcohol tainted breath, "Mornin' Sunshine."

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Viv Sorin started laughing, rather maniacally. "The Fake BDSM girl thing gets all the more obvious with that drink." She manages between spouts of laughter, "Lemme show you how it's done!" The drunk, by some miracle, managed to make her way over the counter without dying, killign anyone or falling. Her pale hand reached for a top shelf, pulling down a rather expensive looking dark green bottle. "This is 95% grain alcohol, people can go blind from drinking too much of it, and it's good." Not even bothering to take off the top, Viv smashed the cap off on the bar, leaving the jagged glass exposed, "Wanna bet Rainbow girl?"

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Viv Sorin rolled her eyes, as best she could in this state, "So you're a BDSM nut? You are too kinky to be hanging around here then. I mean look at these people, most couldn't tell their genatalia from their elbow." She points to the general mass she had grown accustomed to hating. "So, what a bit of glass never hurt anybody, has it? It'll add to the flavor." Viv went on, her voice retaining that contempt, the sort of thing that said, 'I may be drunk, and you may have a bigger sword, but I'm better than you.'

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Viv Sorin blinked and laughed again. "Cute Party trick... See my problem is I know people who cast fireballs, they rarely do a damn thing against one of my babies," She mumbles and points to the daggers on her waist. "But you're.... ballsy, I like that, enough to the fact I'm not tempted to kill ya, Firebreath." Despite her bravado, Viv knew she had probably picked a wrong fight with Odgerel, even more so in her current state. Oh well, if things got ugly a nice bit of smoke could clear everything up, you know except the drunk thing. Viv Stuck her tongue out revealing the warm stud on her tongue, before hiding it, "You're not the only one who likes sharp pointy things."

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Viv Sorin chuckles, maybe she should get drunk less often then pick fights with people who sneeze flares. "Alright, Odgerel... hmm Sounds kinda like Odd Girl... Oh well, Oddi, Most of the time I'm just 'That Bitch', but my biological parents decided I'm better off being Vixavia, or Viv, or Vix or what ever else that sounds like that." Vixavia suddenly realized how much she would have hated to be in Odgerel's poisition, then remembered how little she honestly cared, and put the shattered Everclear to her lips before stopping and sliding it across the bar to the closest person, not even looking, or caring.

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Viv Sorin was flustered, her cheeks matching the color of her hair, "Look, I didn't pick my name," The truth, the sad pitiful truth, to Vix's despair, was that for most people, with that overrated object called friends, were enjoying themselves, whilst this is how she could actually talk to someone on Christmas. "A black eye, but I doubt I'll be the one getting it... " It was a pity Vixvia's pride couldn't stop her from her own idiocy.

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Viv Sorin snarled in reply, her eyes losing thier contempt and instead replaced with rage, "Fuck you." and in an ill fated attempted, she sort of half swiped at and half flailed at the exposed arm with her hand. Where the ex-gladiator once had precision and grace in sobriety, it was know replaced with clumziness, and a vague feeling of not knowing what she actually just did. There reaches a moment in everyone's life they tend to do something stupid, and more than likely will regret for a bit, Viv was pretty sure that was that moment, sobriety, motorskills, forthought or anything that had previously allowed her to survive her 'dog days' was wasted. 'I'm going to stop drinking.' was her final though before....

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Viv Sorin crashes to the ground, in theory she should be seeing birds, but is instead met with a rather embarassing flash of light. The punch Odgerel threw hit hard, and hit fast, dropping her quicker than a rock off a cliff. Again, maybe the punch itself would give her a shiner, but most of it went to hell after the poor assualted drunk slipped, throing her heels in the air, and landed hard, bashing her skull into the hard floor.

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Viv Sorin stared out at the ceiling, still trying to get her brain unscrammbled. She was just punched in the face, then hit her head against the floor hard, hoping to have passed out. Instead she surpresses the urge to puke, and tried to hit up bringing a hand to the back of her head. Her hand didn't come across any blood, and then gingerly touched her left eye, noticing the sting of pain. "Getting punched is like.." Vix speaks sort of slurred, and less of a drunken slur and more of a, 'I don't want to move anything anymore' Slur. "Making out in S&M right? If thats the case you should... Not punch me again," Her thoughts switched midscentence and winced again, causing her to wince from wincing.

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Viv Sorin really wanted stand up and run. She was drunk, nearly K.O.'d with a new half racoon mask on her eyes. "Oh, thats..." Vix's supposedly snarky and witty comment feel into a groan. Vix was just having another bad day, and then in turned into a totally different hell. The woman on the ground shut her eyes, although she wasn't going to be her friend, Viv definitally had respect for Odgerel. "Truce?"

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Viv Sorin takes the hand and is pulled up. Rival, even in a state of recceding drunkness, she could find the word to describe Odgerel. Vixavia began to grind her teeth and nod. "Yeah, that would be nice, thanks..." The only thought streaking through her thoughts at the moment was how badly she hated most of Gambit's. "Thanks, I guess, Odgerel..." she managed to mumble...

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Viv Sorin blinks at the roomy, get somehow grandeurous ship. "This is... nice..." Viv really doesn't feel like being under a somewhat friendly arm for once, but relinquishes the position. She looks about and then leans against the nearest wall. "You must have a nice piggy bank."

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Viv Sorin chuckled, "I stab people, alot. I think we can both say who got the better career choice." she watched Odgerel thinking of how long it wouls take her to get sober... Instead of actually trying to do any math, or use any logic, she slide down the wall, eventually stopping with her but on the ground and her legs stretched out infront. "Is Wild Space... like they said it is? A sort of beautiful insanity? I don't know, I'm just wondering...." She looked down to the ground and sighed, probing her bruise once again.

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Viv Sorin nodded somewhat tired, although she could feel the actual intoxication passing, she was fearful of the aftermath, the hangover. "Hey, Oddi, tell me about yourself, I mean other than the whole space cowgirl thing." Viv didn't feel like moving, nor talking much, hoping that Odgerel would talk for both of them. Vix began to tinker with one of the rings on her finger, not even realizing the action.

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Viv Sorin nodded, to be honest Viv didn't know anything about space travel, or ships. She just didn't care much for them. "That sounds like a cake walk to me." Viv sighed a rubbed her forhead with her left hand and folded the other one across her stomache. Vixavia save her spine a quick crack by twisting rather quickly to one side, then the other, a popping coming from her spine. "Thats better..."

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Viv Sorin frowned, "I really don't have a long life expectantcy, you should know that by now." Vixavia leaned back again letting her head rest against the wall. "But compared to me you've lived like a princess. Believe me." Although the only reason she was talking was to hide how much she had enjoyed Oddi's laugh, distancing herself from it.

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Viv Sorin began to mumble inwardly to herself, before watching Odgerel search for something. She waited for her to finish, after all iit would be impolite to not pay attention when someone was speaking, right? "Whatcha looking for?"

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Viv Sorin blinked and shut her jaw, she really wasn;t expecting that having has happened. "No, I'm fine, promise, I just haven't slept well in a while..." Yep, she was gripping for rope, or in this case excuses. Maybe she did need the balm maybe she didn't, but the point was that this was beginning to get very uncomfortable for her. She found herself playing with the rings on her finger a bit more, and ran her hands throughh the well ingrained patterns. "I'm fine, really I woke throw the wrench back in, or what ever you said."

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Viv Sorin sighed, "Alright, fine." Vixavia turned around and pulled her shirt up a bit, showing the surprisingly not tattoed surface over her upper back and bit her lip at Odgerel's comments. Vixavia had in all her life both never have been this nervous, or this emotionally close with a person. Obviously she was a bit worried and rubbed the back of her neck. It's incredible how quickly Vix's facade dropped, just at such a simple prospect.

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Viv Sorin leaves her shirt up an extra moment, unsure if she can put it down or not. Although she probably wouldn't and probably shouldn't admit to it, Vix secretly enjoy the experience. "What do you mean by what a shame?" And again the girl managed to slip off into asking questions she probably didn't want answered, 'It's the booze, has to be the booze.' she thought to herself, her back feeling colder that usual...

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Viv Sorin yips at the nail. Well less of a yip and more of a yelp, it was all the same. To complete the entire scene, Viv even decided to jump a little bit, before pulling her shirt down and turning around. "What was that?" Unfortunately in the heat of the moment Vixavuia barely noticed she was blushing, or for that matter could blush. Her eyes though, rather than betray the scalding anger in her voice, looked a bit less than angry and rather unsure. At first she sad no funny business, but then she was doing this...

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Viv Sorin nodded, "Alright, thanks..." within those few seconds her voice had already calmed down and more of a mummble. Hopefully by morning she would be sober enough to actually talk to Oddi, and if not then, oh what the hell, it was a fun night.She stumbled her way into the 'back there' and managed to get to her bed. She forgot everything once she hit the matress and then could remember anything at all after that.

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Viv Sorin woke up with the ship, shaking? No it was less of a shake, more of a vibration, sort of like standind on a washing machine. Newly awakened, earlier than to her liking, Vixavia, doesn't even bother to sit up, just turning to the other side and trying really hard to ignore the rumbling, until, finally it stops. Oh well, she was awake and probably wouldn't fall asleep again, she decided to sit up and stare at her hand for a bit, before resting her face in them and wincing as she touched the shiner.

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Viv Sorin lets out a groan, mainly because her eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet and whipped her feet over the edge of the bed. With something that could only be described as Intensive effort, she stood up, fighting that curse of lethargy. "I had an alarm clock that worked like that, it would have a bright light on it, I broke it." Viv laughes standing in the door way watching Odgerel.