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Race: Vampire

Gender: Female

Age: 170

Nicknames: Introduces herself as Vivian as she considers Lenora to be an intimate name.

Pack/Coven Name: Dubois Coven

Rank in Pack/Coven: ((Not sure))

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Height: 5'6

Weight: 146 lbs.

Build: Voluptuous, although she doesn't like how wide her hips are commonly referring to them as 'child-bearing' hips.

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

Scars?: The only noticeable scar is a three inch long scar on her stomach where a knife was shoved in.

Brief Written Description: Vivian is exquisite, a fact she will do her best to remind everyone of, both constantly and often. Her most striking feature is her deep, fiery red hair that falls in waves around her shoulders and to his back almost as a curtain of crimson silk. She has bright, crystal blue eyes that seem to look through to the soul with a touch of innocence giving them a sparkle. She has long, thick eyelashes and thin arching eyebrows. Vivian has a thin nose with a round tip, one she is quite fond of and would never dream of piercing. Like most vampires, she has high cheekbones. Her thin neck, protruding chin, and strong jaw make her face, almost, sharp. Her teeth are almost unnaturally perfect. Her full lips are always painted a deep, ruby red.

Vivian has the classic 'hourglass' shape. Thin shoulders, large breast, thin waist, and large hips. Her legs are long and thin with nicely shaped calves, and just like the rest of her body, smooth and silky. She has small, delicate hands with long fingernails.

Clothing Preference: This is a difficult question as what is the occasion? Is it informal? Is it semi-formal? Is it formal? Is it a party? Is it a date? Is she trying to seduce someone who has caught her attention? It is safe to say that you will never see her in jeans or t-shirts as she does not do 'average'. She does have her little black dress that all women should have, as well as, various dresses from sleeveless hourglass dresses to the low-cut slender that leaves little to imagination, or perhaps, just enough.

When lounging about, she will don a bodice over a skirt. She will usually wear leggings, or fishnets if she is feeling adventurous. When going into town, she wears black business suits. She does love hats, all kinds of hats from fedoras to sunhats. For jewelry she prefers silver or platinum as gold is too stark a contrast with her skin, they will usually have rubies or sapphires set in them. Its better to not get into shoes, or this will never end. She tends to dress in crimsons, blues, and blacks to bring out her hair, eyes, and complexion.

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Skills:
- Sewing
- Cooking, although she will refuse to do so unless asked by Cristine.
- Cleaning, another thing she will refuse to do unless Cristine, herself, asks.
- Dancing
- Persuasion/Diplomacy
- Fencing
- Cosmetics
- Master Painter, specializes in landscapes
- Master Pianist
- Proficient Sculptor, specializes in marble

Quirks:
- Paces when angry
- When bored and sitting, she will cross her legs and then flick her ankle.
- Clicks her tongue when annoyed
- If in view of what she, or someone else, is talking about; she will point which makes it rather awkward at a party when one is talking behind another's back.



Likes:

- Dancing
- Being admired and desired
- Puzzles
- Verbal 'spars'
- Cristine, shes powerful, dominating, and an adorable little puzzle
- Men and Women, she is not picky over such a small thing like gender.
- Teasing
- Manipulating
- Being manipulated
- A good story
- Music that can be danced to.
- Art
- The Stars
- Snow
- Cosmetics
- Werewolves, there is something attractive about all that animal instinct
- Children
- Blood, human preferably.
- Dressing up
- Halloween
- Gifts, getting them. Not so fond about the giving part.

Dislikes:

- Modern art
- Slobs
- Push overs
- Old humans
- Rapist
- Brutes
- Breaking nails.
- Rap music as well as 'screamo' and 'death metal'
- Dogs
- Heat
- Being wet
- Hunters
- Personally having to fight. She is not opposed to violence in general.
- Sand
- The wind
- Being rejected


Fears:
- Becoming ugly
- Being raped
- Being 'spoiled' goods
- Falling completely and utterly in love.
- Not being able to move


Written description: Vivian loves to tease. While some would label her as a 'whore', which she finds to be a crude term, Vivian has only had sex once in her life, and it was not pleasant, to her seduction, manipulation, and love are all just a game; one she enjoys playing. One could say she is even afraid of physical contact and only years of training allows her to hide her revolution to being touched, especially by men. When she does touch others, Vivian convinces herself that she does like it, and has to constantly remind herself that it is all a game. Just a game because there are many nights, when she is all alone, that she just wants to curl up into a ball and cry, but she has far too much pride to ever just break down, well, perhaps its more like she refuses to give herself the luxury.

Vivian has little to no ambitions in life besides to enjoy herself as what is the use of immortality if one doesn't enjoy it? Vivian can be called a 'shallow' or even a 'hallow' person because everything she does is just to elevate a few hours of boredom, even her most intricate plots are really just a means to keep herself entertained as she truly doesn't care if they work or not. Vivian does love intelligence in others as an intelligent conversation is hard to come by no matter what era one is born in. Vivian, to a certain degree, does love to be manipulated, and sometimes, even dominated which is why she is even in a coven. Even if she knows someone is just trying to use her; Vivian tends to let them just to see how far they will go in their little adorable plots... Her interest in domination is why she joined the Coven only a few years ago upon meeting Cristine. Do not confuse her fascination with the coven leader as love, instead consider it more akin to respect and a little bit of envy for someone who is so sure of themselves.

The new arising conflict with the werewolves does not concern her beyond another means of entertainment. All Vivian sees is a new game that is waiting to be played, what is to stop her from playing with a few wolves? Putting them against fellow vampires or pesky hunters? Perhaps seducing one to cause a glorious scandal? What does she care if they go to war with the Coven? Worst comes to worse, Vivian leaves the coven and searches for a new one, not a truly big loss, although she would miss Cristine. Fighting herself is out of the question as why fight herself when she can get some other lesser being, and everyone is lesser then her, to do the fighting?

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Relationship Status: Single

Brief History: Vivian was born in York, England in 1843 near the dawn of the Victorian Era. She was the daughter of an Earl and all the benefits of such a position. Not only was she born into nobility but also into power and wealth. It was easy to see just how a young girl would turn out when you add in the factor of a doting father. The older she got, the more beautiful she got. Her only drawbacks were her vanity and her own intelligence. She was one of the most beautiful women in England, and worst of all, she knew it. Vivian constantly pitted suitors against each other for her own amusement never intending to ever give them the time of day as none of them could keep her interesting. Gaining it was easy, keeping it was an entirely different matter. All men were predictable they wanted her because of her beauty and her lineage. After the initial butterflies disappeared, all that was left was remains of a pathetic little man chasing after her like a slobbering dog.

Vivian was not popular with the other girls at court as she was constantly talking down to them and stealing the attention of the more attractive prospects, and they plotted and schemed to knock her down a peg, but Vivian was always a step ahead as they were good at manipulation, but she was better that was until Sophia Blackmire appeared. The new girl was not as beautiful as Vivian, but she was cruel and extremely intelligent. Sophia studied from the outskirts never committing herself to the 'field' as it were and so Vivian never paid the girl any mind, a fact she would dearly pay for later. Vivian learned later that Sophia had never paid her much mind, until Vivian started to approach the man she had set her eye on, and with a few words, Lady Blackmire sent her world crumbling.

Few people understand the true dangers of politics or just how far people shall go when something gets in the way of the things they desire. Lady Blackmire had friends in low places. Vivian was out one night talking a walk with one of her suitors when they were attacked by a group of thugs. Seeing them brandishing knives, the thought of how they got in there was far from Vivian's mind, her dashing suitor was offered the chance to flee, and he did without a moments hesitation leaving Vivian alone with the group of men. Dragging her into the dark alleyways of London they did what... well, what armed men usually do to beautiful women. Her first time that all the other girls giggled about was taken in a dirty dark ally with a blade pressed against her throat. Before leaving, the last one shoved his blade into her stomach and left her to die in the alley, and she would have had she not been found by a monster. A beautiful monster, a vampire. The vampiress saved her because she was beautiful and, "Things beautiful deserve to be preserved."

The manner in which she got revenge of Sophia Blackmire and those thugs, well, those are stories she reserves for lonely and cold nights, and sharing those with someone would be the most intimate thing she could do, and Vivian has never shared with anyone.