Post by Vivian Bystrom on Mar 8, 2011 2:07:40 GMT -5
Name: Vivian Alexus Bystrom
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Orientation: hetero
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: ermine
Appearance:
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Orientation: hetero
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: ermine
Appearance:
Vivian is a short woman (about 5 feet and 4 inches tall) with soft sandy-blond hair that is always pulled back from her face, exposing her large, bright hazel eyes. She has a very fair complexion and some faded freckles on her face and arms. She burns easily so in the summer she tends to bathe herself in sun screen. Vivian is strong for her size and quick. She is small but her small stature makes it all the easier for her to maneuver in smaller areas (logically).Personality:
Her general attire consists of black sweatpants, bright tank tops and dark mens sweaters. Sometimes she will wear a scarf or sunglasses (more often than not she will choose the sun glasses over the scarf). However Vivian is not very conscious about the way she dresses so what she wears is mostly dependent on the weather, if the clothing is clean or not, or if it fits. She'll often wear things to tatters, including shoes. Her shoes are generally sneakers or runners, but she does own winter shoes and, believe it or not, heels.
Her animal form is ermine. In the winter her coat is a magnificent flashing white colour, her tail black as if it were dipped in ink. Her summer coat is a russet colour on her back and sides with a white underbelly. Her ermine form is wicked fast and lethal. She has razor sharp fangs and claws. Vivian is not afraid to use her form to sneak into peoples homes and stores and pinch items. She is an expert thief.
Vivian has a gentle personality over all. She is generally happy and helpful, and pretty much coasts through life with a joke on the tip of her tongue and a giggle at the back of her throat. However that doesn't mean she is all sunshine and lollipops. Vivian has been known for her long standing battles with depression, social anxiety, and general overall nervousness in large crowds which results in a bubbly personality that she uses to gain approval. Though there is that little glint of sadness under it all.History:
She busies herself most of the time with social gatherings and drinking, with her work and with her music which she uses to drown out the world when she feels like being left alone. Vivian is a pretty mild person who needs to be in a gang of some sort. She surrounds herself with people, but only a select few can be considered her friends. Boyfriends? Well, he had better be something special.
She can be useful in a fight but she tries to avoid physical fighting as much as she can. Verbal abuse has a huge affect on her, and depending on who it comes from, it can either enrage her into action or send her to a puddle of tears on the floor. Alternatively, positive reinforcement from the right people goes a long way to help her esteem.
Vivian was born in a town outside Shelpey. She moved to Shelpey when she was nineteen and had just graduated high school with the intentions of attending the university in Shelpey. She was a fairly popular if not awkward teen. Soon her work began to catch up to her and she was starting to feel the pressure. All nighters and nothing but energy drinks and protein bars were keeping her on her feet. Soon she began developing depression and with that a terrible body image. So after a whole night of studying she would go for kilometer long runs through the forest, only to come to school to lectures again, all on nothing more than three hours of sleep.Sample:
Finally, during a run, she collapsed in the forest only to wake up as an Ermine. She thought she had died! Three weeks she spent in the forest until her body had convinced her to forage for food, water and a den. Only when she had enough energy did she manage to shift again, as she was being hunted by a hawk. Vivian left school then (having missed too much anyway) and, with no money, resorted to living on the street. She assumed her shift was a trick of the mind. Something that happened in response to her poor lifestyle. She passed her 20th birthday, living on the street under an old coat. She needed food! She would have to resort to drastic measures.
Vivian remembered shifting and tried to experience that feeling again. For the first few tries anyway she was having troubles. Eventually she figured it out and managed to make a life for herself by pilfering food, money, jewelery and things that could be sold. She did this for a good five years, living alone on the street before joining the Thieves. It was a perfect arrangement.
The lights buzzed overhead.Other:
Xara sat in the dingy room with a wool blanket draped over her shoulders, gazing at the stained linoleum floor tiles. She liked having the lights on, even though they made that constant, persistent buzzing sound that would sometimes drive her mad to the point of tears. Presently, the light was much too comforting to shut off, even if she didn't know quite what time of day it was outside. Was it night? Morning? Afternoon? She did not know and she did not care. She was in hiding, and she planned on staying that way for a long time.
Xara sighed and flopped down onto the old lumpy mattress which lay next to the stove in the kitchen for heat, disturbing clouds of dirt and dust into action above her head, only to float, fall and settle onto the blanket and the exhausted form under it. There was still some canned food left in the kitchen, but Xara had only tasted some of it, fearing the rest may be spoiled or contaminated with some disease caused by vermin or perhaps an undefined expiry date. The building itself however was nothing short of a welcomed haven, an answer to her un-uttered prayers.
She had not seen Rein in a while. Her heart ached painfully with the loss but she could not dwell on that too much. She was alone again and if she were meant to stay alone, as it seems she very well may be, then she would just have to live out her days in hiding; forever alone and forever forgotten.
Fine, then. She thought, I have lived by myself before. I can do it again.
But a flicker of doubt crossed her mind, chased viscously and determinedly by deaths snatching, greedy fingers. Her breath caught in her throat and her breast chilled with fear. Dead? Dead! She didn't want to die, what had she done that would make someone want to kill her!
She had just found out that someone was trying to get her killed. Ari was after her; the assassin. A fully trained, professional assassin was out to get her and she thought hiding in an old abandoned building would save her?
She nearly laughed aloud, if the sound of her own voice in this empty echoing chamber did not petrify her. But she was surely stupid to think she could hide from him. She knew she could fight--oh, yes she could fight-- but it would be a fight to the death she was sure, and if she managed to win, would there not be another to take his place in the hunt for Xara, the refugee freak?
She sat up again and hugged her knees close to her chest, leaning on the cold door of the stove for comfort. She had never been so terrified, never in such need for companionship, and never before had she been so willing to deny companionship either, lest she resorted to using her powers to search 'friends' minds for the true meaning of their 'friendly' actions.
Xara would not do that, not without consent. She would much rather be left alone.
But, for now she was alive. And the fact of the matter was, that it had been God knows how long since she had a proper shower, and even she had to admit that her stench was nothing less than impressive.
Xara stood and cautiously walked through the halls and towards the changing rooms, where people who had once ran around the track would change and shower. She had washed her spare pair of clothes here a few days ago, so she stripped down in front of the shower and turned the faucet, washing herself first and then her clothes. The water was freezing, but she did not care. She warmed fairly quickly once she donned her clean clothes anyway. It felt good to be clean and, refreshed and happy again, Xara walked out onto the grass and lay her freshly washed clothes down in the sun. She was very honestly surprised to see the sun in the sky. For some reason, Xara had been convinced it was night time. The woman sat in the grass and let the rays heat her cold skin, then lay on her back with her face turned towards the midday sun, drifting slowly to sleep in the temporary security of her temporary home.