Vivienne Viscia | Royalty | Wolfsheim

twenty • female • pansexual • royalty • bike racer

full name - Vivienne "V" Viscia
alias - V, Vivi, The Rider, Princess Vi.
birthday - 17th of May
notable features & dressing style -





V's eyes are amethyst gems that shift color from a pale lilac to stark violet - shaped in a near-perfect almond design, like lilac stone melted into snow. Her pencil-thin eyebrows ease down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. Even a sculptor can not fashion her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. Her face is framed by sweet-blonde fringes, that are slightly longer near the ears and seem to hold the delicate structure of her visage in place. They cascade down to just below her shoulders, and sometimes end right near the base of her neck - particularly during the summer, it holds the shorter-style to avoid messy and sticky hair, which V absolutely despises.

Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer-thin body. Vivienne has a decanter shaped waist and her complexion holds an impeccable, ochrous hue - unmarred by any abhorrence whatsoever. Though uninterested in seducing anyone unless it results in personal gain, the woman does tend to wear some revealing clothing - not particularly conservative in any regards.

V has a Swiss-Helvetian accent with a Russian lilt. (I know that these places don't exist in the Braedon universe, but just to get you an idea.)

The blonde has a scar in the shape of an X on the left side of her chest, and several Scandinavian tattoos filling up her back. However, the most important inking for her is of शक्ति on the wrist of her right hand; a word that literally translates to power in Sanskrit.





Having Wolfsheim blood running through her veins, V is, as one might instinctively guess; a hybrid. She assumes the figure of a nemean-human whenever she wills. The reason for the voluntary transformation from hybrid to human is that her blood is only 1/4^th lion. With this physical morphing, V assumes longer hair, sharper and darker-outlined eyes, golden irises and sports two curving, golden horns on her crown.

Her voice turns deeper and more throaty, while her accent becomes completely Russian.

The tattoos on her human form disappear beneath her new hide, while a Chinese word imprints itself smack-center on her forehead in red ink. 

Vivienne is a damned grifter, in every sense of the word. Every pore of her is made up for this task. Not literally. But figuratively. She might not be the best con-artist when it comes to her physical appearance, but with her essence; she's one helluva of a chameleon. She is who you want her to be. She is the person who unlocks your heart. The perfect person. The person you dreamed of - the lover, the charmer, the best friend, the casual friend, your library buddy, the dump of your emotions, the one who reminds you of your long-lost sibling, so on and so forth. The list is perpetual. But guess what? She's the one who crushes your heart, soul and spirit into one bloody blob. It amuses her. And amusement is what she lives and strives for. The solidification of a dream; the dream of not living a life that is one long line of fine. But, a life of pleasure, gaiety, ebullience, whatever that makes life feel like coke. Whatever keeps her high.

Vivienne gives off a terribly confident aura, an imposing demeanor and this bizarre idea that she towers over you - whenever she's being her real self. She feels like the woman who has everything settled in life and can't wait to grab a warm cup of spiced-tea and crack open the spine of a fresh-faced book in the midst of frigid rain, next to her cozy fireplace. However, this is far from true. Her real self, which is only her usual self is the confident one. Not the very bottom of her soul. It's a broken shard of China glass, never to meet it's other half. Within the deep recesses of her heart, she is just an insecure lady. And this insecurity is what fuels her constant need to be someone who she isn't. She's grown to enjoy this sort of trickery, to distort the lives of people and crush them and squeeze them out of the perfectly-fitting mould of life that they've been granted by the dice of fate; which she wasn't entitled to herself. How can you do it without getting close to them? The greatest weakness is love, after all.

While she loves to get close to people to fulfill her goals, the real V is aloof, cold and distant. She doesn't care about people or society enough to get to know them without a reason, or just because she needs a friend or a lover or something else. For the truth is; she doesn't. After a certain age, the blonde has never felt the need of socializing or the idea of getting warm and close with another person. She enjoys the solitude this withdrawn life provides her, and is an absolute self-indulgent person. She won't even bother talking to someone if she deems them uninteresting and unworthy of her time. She's got parents who are in the most gorgeous of wed-locks but V herself has hardly dated more than two people in her life. Or well, seriously dated. Call her picky if you may. And there have been other crappy coffee ones and a glass-of-wine ones but they were mostly for filthy rich men and women who could actually help her in achieving her goal in that span of time.

Vivienne lives life with a rush of adrenaline and a shot of tequila, but that doesn't make her a stereotypical, messy person. She's far from that. She's a meticulous vixen who likes to plan everything to the last T of perfect. If one is to pick up her phone and check the calendar on it, it's bound to have dentist and doctor and shopping appointments right till the next year. She's that level of planned in advance. And she's out and proud of it. Call it a silly habit of hers and you will not go home unscathed. She is what she is, and you better not bother with it, darling~

A voracious reader and sophophile is another aspect of Vivi. Since a very young age, she's found comfort in the warm pages of books. Be it story or philosophy or poetry, as long as it isn't cliché and has wonderful writing structure, the blonde will worship it to death. It's worth noticing that a lot of V's ideas and trickery and fake charm comes from the knowledge she gathered within her well-loved books - a lot of psychology books, actually. After all, she can absorb the writer's idea better than the paper can absorb ink; so the application come quite easily to her.

Vivienne is stand-offish, but she's supercilious enough to think that she deserves the limelight all to herself. As mentioned before, she's generally the shadow of a person who she isn't, which comes from the hope of having her name in every damn corner of the world. She doesn't care about one person, but she adores the idea of a crowd caring about her - about having her opinions be called mattered. She strives to become a person who can influence others, which is not something her real self is capable of - since that is just a stiff and impersonal character who won't even open its mouth to speak. Oh, and she's a fucking genius of a mastermind; going to great lengths with her meticulous details and planning on how to earn the fame that she so desires. She only went with the career of a racer for two things, after all; the rush of adrenaline and the glory.

V is a morally black character, and a vindictive one as well. She doesn't give a damn about the ways she achieves her means, but just the results. She'll lie, blackmail, physically torture, manipulate and maybe even murder to get to her ends. And she would not show even a paltry shade of remorse while doing so. Albeit, she's not the vain criminal who would go around and leak about their achievements - if one could call it that - and get imprisoned by a bad turn of events. V is completely mute about her activities and doesn't budge to spill out her deepest secrets in any case. You could be the person who bought her up and fed her, but she still won't come out with her truth for you.

To lead a satisfying life - This is literally V's only motive, as she's a woman of big dreams, but restrictive numbers. She doesn't wish to be happy forever, 'cause that would be a bizarre request, but satisfaction for her is just living a decent life. Happy days, sad days, they come along and drift along in the journey - but living a life with freedom and little achievements of temporary wishes is important for her. Like, for example, if she feels like buying a new bike today, then she should strive for getting enough money to buy it. And not only striving, she needs to get the reward of her hard-work, and that's how she'll roll. Albeit there's the hope of owning fame unto her name, V believes that it'll come along at the correct time and what's truly necessary is to take the small steps towards it - not try leaping off a trampoline to get there while getting injured in the process.

Captivity - This is the reason why V is not an over-sharer of her private life. She fears her actions may be morally wrong in someone's eyes and they could let her in to the police or the council. It took birth from her fear of the over-protectiveness of her parents, and the way they restricted her every activity under the pretense of saving her from the big, bad world. To Vivienne, freedom stands above everything, and since her own family would chain her to Wolfsheim palace, she ran off to the only safe haven; the city of Braedon. However, that still doesn't click away her usual fear that the tight-knit clan of Viscia would someday break into Braedon and find her and take her back to the hell-hole of a household.

On a particularly warm day in the middle of May, a baby daughter was born to King Vasyl; his other half, Queen Vega. The first glimpse of her was enough to land her her first name, as her calm face didn't even scrunch when she shifted between people's hands and she never seemed to cry and wail like usual babies. Owning up to their crooked genius, the royal couple named her Vivienne, a synonym of lively. They thought it was a very clever joke that nobody would get, not meta-get, and they were being the smart and creative people that they truly were.

Surely, their daughter grew up to be who the palace expected her to be. An introverted damsel, whose only outlet were books and quill and paper. Vivi could be seen hours at a time within the library and her parents wouldn't raise a word against it. They thought it was safe for her to be scooped up within the palace, away from the darkness of the world till she had the maturity enough to handle the throne and not see, but oversee the world. It seemed almost a natural idea to the couple, the idea of denying their daughter any human contact outside of the four walls of the massive castle they called their home.

Not to mention, Vasyl and Vega Viscia were happy with their soul-mates thingy. Soul mates. They really called themselves that, which made sense, because anyone would say they are. V could vouch for it, having studied them, little lonely only-child, for many years. They had no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they rode through life like conjoined jellyfish – expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other’s spaces liquidly. Making it look easy, the soul-mate thing.





And if someone ever said that the children of broken marriages have it hard, then they need to be told that the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges. Because as V grew up to be a teenager of thirteen, she knew more about the world than her entwined-in-each-other parents did. The millions of bound pages in the library had given her the ability to create her own idea of the outside world. And like any young teenager, she wanted to see everything for herself, feel responsible for herself, do things for herself, and most of all, find a soul-mate for herself.

She was done with the private-tutoring and the servants bringing her food and her parents catering to each and every little wish of hers and just the general life of a royal. She expressed her desire to her parents, the desire to step out into the world. And only after several nights of discussions with each other and the ministers and the servants, did the Viscia couplet agree to the idea of enrolling their daughter into a public school. The best one in the country.

It was there that Vivienne had the chance to break out of her shell, a bit due to peer pressure, and a bit due to her own want to get to know people more. To get to see and, most of all, understand the world more. V became more of an extroverted-ambivert, the one who took measured risks, completed projects just before due dates, talked to anybody as long as they didn't intimidate her, smiled to strangers, and could hold attention in the middle of a wild party if she wanted. She found her soul-mate too, or so she thought. Having only observed her parents, the idea of love in her head was of once-in-a-lifetime. And when she had to move to another part of the country for higher education (on terrible force from her parents' side), V expected her guy to keep in touch. But, he didn't and that was the first time her trust was shattered by the big, bad world that her parents always spoke of while she was growing up.





In her new university, the girl dated another person and instinctively made it a point to not invest herself in any relation from now on. The only thing that she poured her heart and soul into was bike racing. She found a piece of her within this sport and made it a part of her aspirations for the future. This was gonna be her career and she knew that. But, of course, her parents couldn't handle this brand-new dare-devil of a daughter that the world returned to them. So they said no, tried tying her back to the walls of the castle with the chains and chain of rules and pressure of social obligations as the heir of the throne of Wolfsheim. The second time the world broke her trust, as her own family turned against her dreams and V was done with the whole society that she was part of.

She wouldn't take any of the bull-crap that her dependent life fed her, and so she fled from the country. Abandoned her family, her past, and most of all, her kingdom that could be hers. She ran away to Braedon, the only city free from the clutches of her parents. Its unfriendly alleys and friendly homes is what her current world has been reduced to.

Weapon - V uses a 28½ inch, obsidian-black katana, and has moderate to high-level mastery with using it after ten years of practice.

Magic - TBD. (Maybe I'll never make one.)

ooc - Lily
other - N/A
discovery - Some person whose name I dun remember.
face claim - Vorona Douglanikov from Durarara