CIVILIAN . CONNERS, VIVIAN

FEMALE

HETEROSEXUAL

TWENTY SIX

MARCH 8, 1986

ASIAN AMERICAN

ENGLISH

VIV

0.50

Civilian

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MIKE

LIST
ALEC MATTHEWS
MARCOS PALMERO
KOMAU MADAKI

YES

URYUU MINENE - MIRAI NIKKI

BANK TELLER - LIVES ALONE

Vivian stands at a whopping height of five feet and four inches tall, which was an odd thing considering her Asian ancestry. Both her mother and her father have always had to look up to her, which made them wonder how in the world she grew like a fertilized sapling coming from a family of short men and women. Her hair is naturally a light brown, but she insists on dying it a deep violet and keeping it in the utmost pristine condition. In order to match, she has acquired many pairs of purple contacts to accentuate her hairdo, but like most other Asians that she knows, her eyes are a dark brown. Her skin pales in comparison to others of the Los Angeles region of California, but Viv mostly blames her shoddy genetic pool. She has a small face with fairly large eyes, mostly accentuated with a light coating of makeup to enhance her "natural" beauty. The crinkle of her mouth radiates a mixture between an adorable and a slightly seductive gesture.

As with most Asians in her family, she has a bit of a long neck, which doesn't help with the whole "I'm too frigging tall" problem. Most people would look at her and send her off to a clinic immediately in order to gain some weight because her body is so thin and lithe; on the contrary, she has quite an appetite, and insists on working out to burn off that excess energy. Thankfully, her body type gives her an advantage when chasing down prey; her legs can take her further, she can tap into a large amount of stamina reserves, and she can look over some of the smaller crowds with her keen eyesight. She was never one to be blessed with a giant rack, but her set is nicely made so that she receives whistles on occasion when walking through the grocery store. Her long arms have a few scars from burns she received as a kid while playing with fire, but for the most part they are pale and like porcelin, which she always thought was a bonus.

Her usual dress consist of something simple yet sometimes she has those moments to dress nicely. She prefers her wardrobe of dark-colored tanktops accompanied by a dark-colored lightweight jacket when she isn't working or is just goofing off for whatever reason. It can also be noted that she prefers wearing jeans that fit to her instead of baggy pants - after all, if she has to take off running, she needs to be flexible and able to move quickly. Being paranoid had a way of changing the way one dressed... On days where she goes to work, she has to dress like most women would - a nice blouse with some slacks, sometimes even donning a pair of black heels. On the very rare occasion, she may wear one of the few dresses that look like they came out of a sex-shop. Vivian likes to call them "gothic lolita" dresses due to their lolita designs mixed in with a dark theme, including straps, leather, and other assorted pieces.

One thing that this young lady was blessed with is her curvy hips, which help to keep her pants held into place (what, you think she honestly cares about trying to snag a man? Those damn things better be good for something practical). Vivian has long legs, and there is nothing more to them but sheer length. Thankfully, though, her feet are proportionate to her legs, which give her that extra edge when running. One thing that she refuses to do in almost any situation is to reveal her toes because they are horribly crooked. In fact, she doesn't bother paniting her toenails or even grooming her feet often because of her extreme rigidness about their appearance.

Vivian Conners is definitely not your average woman. She has frequently been described as a sweet young lady with such a kind heart and a wonderful, friendly personality.

However, those that call her this are only partially right.

Vivian, or Viv as she likes to call herself when speaking in third person, is a very odd individual. She seems to have a quite extensive list of different emotions she feels at once, giving her a mental argument between herself and four other versions of herself. One thing that most people don't know (and hopefully the bastards won't ever know) is that she tends to talk to herself. That's right - she's nutters. She doesn't speak much outwardly unless she is in a situation where talking is required, but otherwise she prefers to talk to herself. And answer herself. It's much easier than breaking into conversation with those peons in the outside world; they lacked the ability to understand her true self. No one truly understood how messed up she was, but looking back on her past it's a miracle that she didn't turn out much worse.

She is meticulous about her appearance. It's an odd thing, really, because after she leaves the house, she doesn't care what she looks like. It takes her on average three hours to get ready each day, and it ranges from day to day how she wants to get "fixed up." For example, sometimes she is simply satisfied with shaving every bit of hair off her body (minus her gorgeous mane of hair on her head, of course), waxing her eyebrows that never out of place, clipping her fingernails and toenails, applying the exact amount of makeup needed to look stunning, bathing her curvaceous figure, and many many others. Her bathroom is bright purple and is lined with countless beauty supplies, all costing her a grand total of...well, she gets a lot of it by shoplifting, but that's a completely different story. The main reason that she can be so vain is because she has an insane fear of becoming ugly as well as being around ugly people. She absolutely loathes being around people who are less-than-attractive, and by the mercies of God that is where it ends. She isn't anal about architecture, animals, or even decorations being ugly - just people.

On the outside, she is very calm and collected, even during the most stressful situations. But if one were to visit the magical wonderland filled with bloody chainsaws and dynamite inside of her head, that person would be scarred for life. She enjoys spending a good portion of her time in a daze, playing out different scenarios in her head and taking into consideration the many different ways to chop up a dead body. Vivian has only murdered six people in her lifetime, but after that first accidental homicide with the axe she has gotten accustomed to that extreme rush of adrenaline and has since longed for that feeling. Once she gets a whiff of her prey, she will hunt them down across the world if need be. Her feud with Lukas, however, is a completely different matter altogether... For now, she is able to control the beast within, but for how long? No one knows just yet.

If you remove her gorgeous makeup, the crazy, and the fact that she doesn't like talking to other people unless required, Vivian is a gentle young lady. Occasionally, one can find her wearing her trademark Gothic lolita dress (but only if she is feeling extremely feminine). She has been known to care for animals, frequently adopting them from shelters and other odd places. Her kindness is only outstretched towards animals in need - she couldn't care less if her Hummer finds itself on top of a yapping chihuahua. Deep down somewhere, she has a heart, but no one really understands where it is or how it comes about. At family reunions, she has always been the sweet, sweet girl that most don't remember but still have high hopes for in life. After all, she is pretty smart when it comes to reading people - she had picked up those skills back when she tried to go to college.

Vivian's life began when her mother and father, drunk off their ass and in a strip club, took it to the "VIP" room and got it on. She always jokingly attributed her hatred of nightclubs and bars to where she was conceived, but in reality it had no obvious impact on her. It was only one night in Vegas, right? While in the womb, her mother decided she would toast the occasion...on several occasions, which lead doctors to believe that Vivian would never make it with a normal life. However, she is since proven them wrong.

The young mistress grew up very healthy and in a family full of alcohol and celebrations for any number of reasons: birthday parties, holiday parties, weekend parties, after-work parties, and many other types of alcoholic celebrations. This never bothered her too much because that's all she had ever known. When she was four years old, she was able to try her very own alcohol, which in turn made her feel vile for numerous days. Since then, she hasn't touched a bottle of vodka, whiskey, rum, or any other alcoholic beverage, and has sworn that if she were unfortunate enough to have kids, they would never touch the stuff either if they wanted to keep their hands.

The one thing that surprised her parents most was her innate thirst for knowledge - she pledged her entire childhood to reading the entire kids section of the local bookstore when she began kindergarten, determined to absorb every morsel of information that she could. They didn't much care for her, but she learned how to take care of her own self through the terrible examples of her parents. Sometimes she would get into trouble because she stayed up late reading, which would result in a nasty beating, but Vivian would eventually get smart about things and find new ways to not get caught. This continued on to her fifth year of school, or what we know as fourth grade. This was when puberty as well as the rest of her life began.

Her first mistake was to talk to her parents about what was going on. She had recently gotten her hands on a booklet about sex education and how things worked, so she was very familiar with the changes in her body and understanding what all was going to take place. She needed that motherly figure to talk to, but all she got in return was a cold, blank stare as if the girl wasn't supposed to know anything about sex just yet. It's not like she could control when she began menstruating. Her mother then proceeded to beat her, calling her a devil and yelling to get out of her house. By this point, Vivian didn't really care for her mother, and so she packed up her things in two suitcases and walked out of the house, never retuning to that wretched place again. Her father just didn't speak to her, which was also just fine. Now that they had Vivian out of the house, they had more money to spend on alcohol!

She travelled for three days, stopping to rest only when she had to, hitchhiking and taking busses while doing plenty of walking and running. The toll it took on her body was tremendous, especially considering that she was now on her way to becoming a woman and was constantly fighting cramps. She had navigated from where they lived in Colorado all the way to Los Angeles, California where her aunt and uncle lived. They had visited only once, but Vivian knew when she met them that they were very nice people, and she wondered why her mother had turned out to be so different. Eventually, she made it to a convenient store and found the number in a phone book, quickly calling and explaning the situation as best as she could with her alotted four minutes. After she hung up, she was picked up and taken back to her aunt's house within two hours.

There, she received the love and attention that she so desired for, but it wasn't the same. The house was so quiet and she didn't know how to study without screaming and blaring music in the background. It was something she would eventually adjust to, but for the time being it was a rough transition still. She spent the next few years going to a public school where she made a few friends that she relied on for most everything. On occasion, they would slip around and get into some trouble with the local police, but it was nothing that Vivian was too ashamed of. Eventually her aunt and uncle would get tired of hearing about all these trirades and attempt to put her in a girl's home, thinking that the child was somehow permanently damaged mentally from all of the drinking and abuse. She was sixteen years old at the time, still sharp as a whistle, but now they were trying to kick her out of the house. This time, she was a bit more reluctant to leave, but she never was able to fully attach to them like she should have. She took her belongings, packed them in her car, and drove away to find an apartment of her own.

Using the money she had saved up from her part-time job, she put a down-payment on an apartment and moved in immediately. She dropped out of school and took her test within days later to get her GED so she could begin working. She found a quaint little bank not too far from the coast, and she began working almost immediately. The people there were nice, but also they could be backstabbing bitches if Vivian didn't watch herself. Through this transitioning period, she somehow began developing other...personalities if you will. Many times her co-workers would catch herself talking out loud until they realized that she was having an argument with herself. She didn't know what was going on because she thought she could hear these voices, just like someone talking to her in person. Shortly after, she was able to cover this side of her up and put on a nice front where she seldom talked out loud anymore, having those mental conversations with herself very frequently.

A few years later, Vivian enrolled in some college psychology courses only to learn that she suffered from some of the symptoms that schizophrenics suffered from. She found this quite fascinating, so instead of going to get her college degree, she began taking some courses in psychology (thankfully with the help of pell grants because she was poor) and studying up in sociology as well. She learned how to act in public to keep people from staring at her along with learning how to control her outward bursts of conversation with thin air. This, along with more and more books, helped fuel her desire for learning this material. She also began having strange bursts of anger from nowhere, and she couldn't figure out where they came from or why they were happening. She could maintain it as long as others didn't try to intrude in her personal space, but sometimes it just got the best of her, which would be evidenced later that year.

Now, at age twenty one, she was still working at the bank full time and having a decent life. For the first time ever, she began checking out men, especially a particular one that would come in every Thursday afternoon around three. He was tall, muscular, and had the most gorgeous set of teeth she had ever seen in her lifetime. It didn't take long for the two to begin meeting outside of the bank and hanging out. The first man she had ever liked, and he even liked her back! They dated for a few months when something terrible happene. He was murdered, and no one was sure why or who would do such a thing. Distraught, she went out and began doing some investigating on her own. The first lead was to a young man in his early twenties, and she pleasantly murdered him in his sleep with a woodcutter's axe. The excitement of seeing his blood spray everywhere tingled her entire body - she loved that feeling.

Many days later, she discovered that she had killing the wrong person, sending her into a fit of rage and fury. Now she was on a mission to find the man that killed her soon-to-be husband because he was going to pay dearly. In the process of this search, she has killed a total of six people, all of whom she believed to be responsible for his death. It was only about two years ago that she realized who the man really was, and it was someone that she didn't know she could handle. It was a red-haired assassin, and she was going to find him and make him pay for everything. So she began her training. She began getting involved with shady deals in the black market, searching for powerful firearms that would do the trick. She even made a "friend" who helped train her in how to use a gun properly as well as several other weapons. They quickly learned that she was no good at hand-to-hand combat, but she could wield a knife pretty damn well. She practiced for two long years, visiting the shooting range at least five times a week, increasing her distance and accuracy with each practice session. Long nights of practice sessions with her friend boosted her confidence in dealing with a knife fight, so she felt like she would be prepared for that one day.

Just a few days ago, she learned from a source that the man was in Los Angeles. This was her chance to strike back, and she was going to do it very carefully. Hopefully the news of the violet beast hadn't reached his ears because she wanted to surprise him, and it was going to be one hell of a surprise. Lukas was going to die at her hands.